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[roronoacherries]

your relationship with zoro had its ups and downs. from time to time you found yourselves unable to stand each other, fighting over the littlest things. he'd broken your heart a time or two, but he'd always been there to pick up the pieces too. he never let you cry over him and you didn't think you'd ever seen him cry before. nothing would make sense if roronoa zoro came to tears. but here he was. eyes holding back tears as he held you, one arm around your waist.

he kept his gaze fixed forward but looking up at him, you could still see the glistening of his eyes and the faint quivering of his lips. he was holding his breath, and his arm held you tighter, pressing you closer to him.

at least a dozen times before, you'd wished that zoro could be more expressive. you loved him as he was, you really did, but you hated never knowing what he was feeling. if he angry with you, if you'd hurt him, if he was jealous of the attention you were giving his friends, you had to struggle with the nuances of his expression that you'd only come to understand with time.

yet here he was, crying. right in front of you. even if he was trying his best to hide it through muffled sniffles and slow, controlled breaths.

"zoro, baby, are you alright?"

the sound of your voice is almost enough to break him, to tear a soft sob out of him and let his tears fall but the strongest thing about roronoa zoro is his pride. he forces down the knot in his throat and blinks away his tears before turning to you.

"fuck," he lets the word out in a single breath. "i love you, you know that?"

he leans in to kiss you with a kind of passion you don't think you've ever felt from him before; one that tells you exactly how deep his love is for you. when he pulls back, you're breathless admiring the sight of your boyfriend hovering over you, his eyes the kind of soft that's reserved only for you. and you can't form a single thought in your mind other than, i love him, i love him.

"but don't ever make me watch one of these stupid movies with you again."

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zoro would cry at a romcom at least once and no one can tell me otherwise, i’m not listening. the question is what movie would it be.

[roronoacherries]

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 | roronoa zoro

788 words

content: comfort, fem. reader, sfw, established relationship, reader is sick and zoro is the sweetest boyfriend.

you tried to stay still, tried to be as quiet as possible, but you couldn’t stop turning in bed. and then the tears came. all you wanted to do was rest, but your body was refusing to allow you to.

that was when zoro woke, and you cried a little more because you hadn’t meant to wake him so early too. he’d been on night watch, and was surely as tired as you.

“what’s wrong? are you okay?” zoro pulled you closer to him, hearing your sniffles.

“feel like shit.” you cried. you were shivering and sweating at the same time, your head was killing you, your throat felt sore, your nose was runny, and you couldn’t stop crying. and on top of it all you had to be up soon.

“you’re burning up,” zoro whispered, holding a hand to your cheek. “i’ll go get chopper.”

“don’t leave.”

“i’ll be quick.”

he pressed a kiss to your temple before leaving to find the doctor. you weren't sure how long he'd been gone and though you knew it couldn't have been long, it felt like an eternity to you. all you wanted to do was sleep. to rest and escape the pain you felt throughout your body. 

instead, all you do was cry and turn and turn and turn in bed. when chopper came in to check on you, you could hardly focus on the words he spoke… but zoro — he clung to each syllable. 

“a tea could help you sleep better. i’ll bring you down a remedy as soon as i can.”

“i’ll bring it,” zoro interrupted. “and i’ll ask sanji to make you a tea, too.” 

his hand rested briefly on your forehead, gently brushing your hair to the side. “i’ll be right back.” 

you muttered a faint, i love you and the swordsman returned the sentiment with a kiss to your temple before stepping out behind chopper. you hated the thought of chopper and sanji being disturbed at this hour for your sake. all because you’d gotten sick and couldn’t sleep. pathetic. 

a fucking pirate and you still couldn’t take care of yourself. the sensible part of you could tell you that you were being ridiculous, that it was alright to depend on others sometimes, but it was hard to ignore the overwhelming voice in your head that was telling you you were being a burden, that chopper and sanji and zoro were losing sleep over you — and god, zoro deserved better. 

he deserved a girlfriend who wasn’t so weak, one who wouldn’t cry from a little fever. he deserved someone who wasn’t going to spiral at 4am because he was sweet enough to bring her tea and medicine and take care of her. 

“aight, sanji sent camel-somethin’ tea and a bowl of almonds and fruit, said it’d help you sleep better… and chopper told me to make sure ya take two spoons of this stuff,” zoro held up a bottle, his arms full as he pushed open the door. “how ya doin?” 

“i love you and i don’t deserve you,” you whined. 

“sanji said the same thing,” zoro said, ignoring your pout and setting everything down on the nightstand before helping you sit up. he pulled up a chair beside you for himself. “he went on about poor y/n and she deserves better than a big oaf taking care of her. he offered to come spoonfeed ya, actually, i could go get ‘im.” 

“no, i think i’m all better now actually…” you smiled, not needing a mirror to know you looked like shit. “but if the big oaf feels like spoonfeeding me, i wouldn’t mind it.”

your boyfriend only rolled his eyes, reaching for the spoon and chopper’s bottle. “two spoons is all you’re getting. open wide, babe.” 

you didn’t know if it was chopper’s medicine, sanji’s tea, or zoro’s hands rubbing circles into your skin, but it didn’t take long before you started to feel better and you were struggling to keep your eyes open. “baby, i think i can sleep okay now…” 

zoro took the tea cup from your hands. “want me to sleep next to you?” he hummed, knowing there was something you were leaving unspoken. 

“you’ll get sick.” you whispered. 

“that’s not an answer.” 

“please,” you smiled weakly, wanting nothing more than to rest your head against zoro’s chest and feel the weight of his arms around you. 

you could feel the rise and fall of his chest and the warmth of his body against yours. 

“it doesn’t matter if i get sick,” zoro said, his eyes closed and his fingers brushing through your hair. “i’ve got a beautiful, sweet girl to take care of me.

i don’t deserve her.” 

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something about zoro putting aside his pride to wake sanji and ask him to make you tea. something about zoro knowing exactly what you need without you saying it. knowing how to comfort you without being too obvious about it. him taking care of you because he knows you’re more than he deserves (and he knows that you don’t think you’re enough) and because you take care of him the same way everyday. something about zoro.

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[roronoacherries]

𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘢 𝘻𝘰𝘳𝘰

2.258 words

content: fluff, sfw, light angst, fem. reader, established relationship, reader can't look at zoro without a hint of fear in her eyes after he saves her from an enemy.

note: this is a little more straw hat fluff than it is zoro fluff?

you wanted to pretend that it didn’t faze you. 

it shouldn’t have. zoro was gentle and loving and kind-hearted. you knew this well enough. better than anyone, you understood that there was more to the swordsman than his unwavering, tough demeanor. there was no reason for you to feel afraid with him — much less, any reason for you to be afraid of him. 

and yet, lately, you couldn’t quite meet his eyes. you couldn’t help being jumpier around him than you wanted to be. and you found yourself avoiding him without meaning to. 

all he had done was protect you. you would have been dead if he hadn’t stepped in. but rather than thank him, your reaction had been to cower and step into sanji’s arms instead of his. it wasn’t fair to him and you knew it but the image of the swordsman, eyes crimson with rage, was something you couldn’t erase from your mind. the expression on his face had been one that could kill; it was one that made you understand that he would kill. without a second thought, if it meant protecting you. and that had terrified you. 

it shouldn’t have unsettled you like it did. you were pirates for god's sake! you hadn’t exactly expected him to be a saint, nor could you claim to be one. you had no right to be this cold toward him now. he was still the zoro you knew — the one you loved like you didn’t realize you could — you’d simply seen a different side of him; you’d seen a side of him that told you the lengths to which he would go to keep you safe. 

you loved him endlessly… but you needed time before you could meet his eyes without recalling the terror you’d felt then. 

and the swordsman understood. he didn’t blame you for your reaction, but he didn’t know how to mend things either. all he could do was wait for it to pass. all he could do was give you space. that was what he told himself but all he wanted to do was hold you in his arms and make you feel okay. 

the best he could do was keep his distance, though without straying too far. it didn’t matter to him if you saw him as a monster, he’d stay close enough to be there if you needed him, keeping out of your way while still keeping an eye on you. 

and although he conceals it well, it isn’t lost on anyone that zoro’s hurting too. he minds his own, not quite avoiding anyone but not quite present either. not even the cook’s blatant and shameless flirting is enough to provoke a reaction from him; and despite their rivalry, sanji can’t stand to see the swordsman so apathetic. 

none of the crew can, but they know there’s not anything more he can do but be patient with you; as much as they all want to help – to advise zoro and to comfort you – they all know what you need is time.

although it doesn’t keep them from trying. 

chopper takes it upon himself to cure zoro’s ailment the only way he can think to: keeping him company. he bothers the swordsman with a dozen different things, keeping him occupied and trying his best to lighten his mood, but his attempts are fruitless. nothing could quite erase the trace of melancholy in zoro’s expression. 

nami is the only other to try and pull some semblance of genuine emotion from zoro in the way she knows best — picking a fight with him. if there’s anything the navigator is an expert at (besides everything — for a price), it’s chastising the boys. 

“you’re too intense,” she scolded and despite her tone, zoro knew she meant it as comfort. not that knowing made it annoy him any less. she kept talking and zoro let her, not quite listening but not quite ignoring her either. 

“you lose your cool at the drop of a hat sometimes, it’s no wonder y/n is as shaken up as she is. you’ve gotta learn to keep your calm.” nami’s words were nonchalant and her eyes were no longer on the swordsman; she knew well enough that her words would go in one ear and out the other regardless. 

and though zoro knew that he would only be proving her right, that he should bite his tongue and acknowledge that maybe nami was right, he lost his temper anyway, raising his voice at the navigator a little more than he’d intended to. “how the fuck am i meant to stay calm if y/n’s in trouble?”

everyone’s eyes turned to the swordsman but he could care less about what they might think. “i don’t give a shit how she feels,” he spat, knowing as well as everyone else that this was a lie. 

“i’d do the same thing again if i had to, without a second thought.” 

i’d do anything for her. 

“even if it means she never speaks to me again.”

despite chopper’s insistence that he rest, despite the wounds on his body that ached with every move he made, zoro left to work out, though not before warning everyone to leave him alone. and while chopper’s words ring in his head, knowing well that his body needed to rest, he’d rather feel the pain of his injuries than think of you. 

the rest of the crew tried to meddle comfort you however they could. 

luffy tried (and succeeded) to bring a smile to your face with his endless antics, usopp joining in. the two went out of their way to pull a laugh out of you. teasingly, your captain made it a point to remind you of the clueless, disoriented fool roronoa zoro could be through theatrical reenactments of the swordsman’s habits and mannerisms. “how can you be scared of an idiot like that?” luffy giggled. 

he balanced himself on the ship’s railing, crouching as he looked down at you with a contagious grin. you wanted to tell him to be careful, but you knew your words would go ignored. 

“besides. i’d ‘ve done the same thing if i was in his place,” he said, teetering on the railing and it takes everything in you not to shout at him. playfully, he questioned you, “would you really be scared of me too, y/n?”

“i’m scared that you’ll fall. luffy, please get down from there.”

giggling, the captain sways a little more before hopping down and you let out a sigh of relief. and though he doesn’t bother to pull a response out of you, his question still sticks with you. 

sanji had said the same thing as you helped him with the kitchen chores, busying yourself in a helpless attempt to push the swordsman out of your mind. you dried the dishes as sanji washed them, a comfortable silence sitting between the two of you. 

and while sanji knew well that you’d offered to help him because you wanted a distraction, he couldn’t help but question you, his gentle voice breaking the silence. softly, being careful not to make it sound like he thought you were reacting unreasonably, the cook asked, “is there a reason this has you so shaken up, my dear?” 

you dried the last dish without looking up at sanji, who’d turned his back to the sink, a cigarette quick to find its way to his lips. “i don’t know…” you whispered. you were being honest; you’d given that question significant thought already, but you weren’t quite sure why this was bothering you like it was.

“you know…” sanji started, lighting the cigarette between his teeth. “any of us would have done the same thing in his shoes. if that idiot went a little too far, it was because of how much he cares, y/n,” it felt strange to defend the swordsman so forwardly, but it was true. “he’d never forgive himself if something happened to you, especially not if he could do something about it.” 

all you could do was nod, your eyes staring vacantly at the dishes in front of you. sanji held a hand to your shoulder in comfort. “and…pardon my language, sweet y/n, but if that idiot hadn’t done what he did, i’d have kicked his ass.”

“thank you, sanji.” you smiled up at the cook. he returned the smile, whispering one last thing before heading for the door. “if you still can’t keep the mosshead off your mind, at least help yourself to a treat. i made your favorite for dessert tonight if you’d like to sneak a bite…”

no amount of sweets could be enough to make you feel any better (but it was worth the try). it helps, though, that nami and usopp find you wallowing at the kitchen counter and join you. these two admit to understanding perfectly what you felt; they agree that zoro, along with sanji and luffy, could be a monstrous trio when need be. it’s pure insanity and utterly terrifying that they’re as strong as they are, even when you’re not on the receiving end of their fury. 

“but they’re a trio of idiots, too,” nami reasoned. “i know it’s easy to forget when you see them like that, but everything they do is out of loyalty… and love.” 

“she's right,” usopp chimes in. “they’re beastly monsters, but they’re our beastly monsters. it’s like having pet guard dogs. they might bite someone’s hand off but never yours… ‘cept maybe luffy.” 

there’s truth to all of their words; you know this. and it helps. although you don’t forget the fear you felt in that moment, you don’t forget all of the love you feel for that big green-haired idiot either. still, you find yourself skipping dinner to avoid him a little longer — perhaps, more from guilt than any lingering fear. 

you lie in bed instead, your eyes staring at the ceiling as you think over your crewmates’ words and try to make sense of your own ceaseless thinking. you hardly notice the sound of the door until robin’s voice meets your ears.

“the stars are quite beautiful tonight,” she smiles and you know, without her needing to say much else, that this is her way of helping you clear your mind. 

“thank you, robin,” you whisper, as you reach for a thin blanket to take with you on deck. 

and robin is right; the sight of the stars shining above the going merry is enough to take your breath away. their light alone lightens the weight on your shoulders, a reminder that your existence is small and your problems are too. and that doesn’t make them unimportant, but it does make them easier to bear. 

you notice too, though, that robin didn’t send you up here to look at the sky; she wanted you to notice what was under the starlight. his eyes are fixed on the stars above, hands resting behind his head as he laid on the upper deck. 

he notices you without needing to look, catching a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eye. you’re frozen where you stand until you see him sit up, turning his back to you, ready to leave and give you your space but the sound of your footsteps stops him. 

he’s not sure why but he shuts his eyes as he hears you approach; a part of him knows it’s to keep himself from getting his hopes up, too afraid to let himself believe that you might let him hold you in his arms again and he might finally be able to get some sleep — not that he’d admit aloud that he can’t quite sleep without you close to him anymore. 

it’s not until he feels your arms wrap around him and your head rest against his back that the swordsmen lets himself exhale. but the sense of relief is short-lived, as he feels something damp his shirt and it pains him to think that you might be crying. 

he struggles to find the right words to say, scared he’ll say the wrong thing and you’ll pull away, but ultimately it’s you who speaks first. “i’m sorry.”

you whisper, your words muffled against his back and he’s certain he must’ve misheard because what could you possibly have to apologize for. 

and it’s then that he knows exactly what to say to you. “shut up.

“what could you possibly have to say sorry for?” his hand searches for yours and as he holds it, he realizes just how deeply he’s missed having you close. “i’m the one who should be apologizing to you.”

all you can think to do is hold him tighter, but the swordsman pulls away. he turns to you and when his eyes meet yours, there’s no longer any trace of fear and zoro couldn’t be more grateful for it. 

he lies back on the deck again, this time with you wrapped in his arms. the weight of his arms around you makes you feel safer than anything and there isn’t anywhere else you’d rather be. after all, roronoa zoro would go to any lengths to protect you. resting your head in the crook of his neck, you can’t help but whisper another apology. 

“shut up.” the swordsman repeats, his voice almost a whisper but you can hear the smile tugging at his lips nonetheless. he holds you tighter, burying his nose in your hair and breathing in the scent he missed so much. “let me sleep.”

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[roronoacherries]

Imagine one piece characters going through your room and finding one of those nsfw figures 🗣️🗣️

thank you for this request 🙏🏽

𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 | zoro, nami, & sanji

you keep it tucked away in a little box under your bed, taking it out to admire it from time to time — the craftsmanship is amazing! you reason. it’s not like you’re wondering whether they really look like this… wondering what it’d feel like to run your hands along their skin.

you keep it wrapped in a cloth for extra measure. that box is the same place you keep your toys, those magazines, and the filthy romance novels you don’t want anyone to see…

it’s a safe little storage place, that’s all. no one has stumbled upon it; not until you’re knuckles deep in your cunt and hear a knock on your door. you think you’re ok when you manage to get to the door and act like you weren’t just on the edge of a beautiful orgasm. you’d stuffed the magazine you’d had beside you in the box, too.

they wouldn’t notice, would they? but when you turned to find what they’d come to ask you for, the hastily closed box caught their attention. and you could only hold your breath and think at least that was still under wraps.

𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐚 𝐳𝐨𝐫𝐨

“what’s this?”

you stood frozen. “it’s nothing.”

you hadn’t closed the magazine properly and zoro’s gaze was studying the image of the man, muscular with golden skin, shimmering with sweat, a katana in one hand and his length in the other.

the only thing keeping you from dying of embarrassment is the relief that he hasn’t found that figure. you have every right to pleasure yourself, after all.

but it’s not enough for the swordsman, apparently, to find that you’ve been fucking yourself to the picture of a man who appears eerily similar to him, he has to rummage through the box, hands grazing the toys you’ve buried in your cunt before, painting a picture in his mind of you whimpering helplessly (and he thinks to himself that he could make you feel so much more pleasure with his hands alone).

no, he has to take that figure, wrapped carefully in a black cloth he could swear is the bandana he lost months ago, and uncover its contents.

you take it from his hands before he can get a good look at it, holding it behind your back. “you shouldn’t go through people’s things.”

but the damage has been done and the smirk on his lips is enough indication of that. “i’m bigger than that.”

and your face turns red, out of shame, anger, or lust you’re not sure.

“wanna see?”

𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

“my boobs look better than this,” is all she says before a smirk turns her lips. “don’t you think?”

you look down at her chest, covered only by a lacy top you could swear is a size too small, before averting your eyes. “of course,” you say, your voice almost a whisper.

nami laughs and your cheeks burn red. the navigator has a way of making you feel small that makes your pussy throb. “you can look. it’s okay,” she coos. “free of charge.”

“i only got it because i didn’t think you’d want some pervert to…” but your eyes steal another look at her pretty, perfect breasts anyway.

“you can touch them, too.” nami says, her voice beckoning you closer, ignoring your excuses. when you don’t move, she takes it upon herself to step closer to you, reaching for your hand and guiding it to her chest.

and you can’t help but stare now, feeling her soft hand over yours, wondering what it’d be like to press your lips there.

you don’t notice her hand sneaking under your oversized shirt — you hadn’t bothered to put your panties back on, thinking you’d be back in your bed soon enough — until her finger touches the slick, rubbing lightly back and forth until your eyes flutter and a moan escapes your lips, your hand giving her chest an involuntary squeeze.

“sorry if i interrupted you…” she pulls her finger away, giving it a slow lick. “don’t worry. i’ll pay you back.”

her hand disappears behind her back, smoothly untying the straps of her top, letting it fall to the ground, gently pushing you back with her other hand until you’re lying back on the bed. “i have to thank you for keeping me out of those dirty perverts’ minds, after all.”

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐞𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢

he doesn’t mean to look, but the box was open and he thought he’d recognized some of the covers of those filthy magazines. he thought his eyes had played tricks on him; a sweet angel like you couldn’t be looking at something like that. and it had to be a coincidence that those specific issues were the ones that had gone missing from his own collection.

he couldn’t blame you; there were some beautiful images in those pages… of men and women alike. and he wondered which ones you’d bunny-eared.

he thought about reaching for it to check — your back was still turned to him, you wouldn’t know — but something else had caught his eye.

“is this… me?”

when you’d noticed it’d been too late. you’d been a fool and hadn’t wrapped it well enough, of course he’d see it.

“sanji, i swear it’s not what it looks like-”

you panic trying to think of a lie. trying to convince him that you don’t drool at the thought of sucking him off, helping him destress on those days when he can’t seem to get out of the kitchen.

“fuck, angel,” he tuts, his voice deep and breathy. “haven’t i told you that if you want anything from me, all you have to do is ask?”

you nod, your thighs squeezing together at the change in his demeanor. you notice his hand already gently kneading himself through his pants.

“so tell me what you need, princess.”

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𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 | satoru gojo

2.670 words

content: gojo is the strongest, but he’s oh so weak for you. a sweet thing like you, too precious to notice the effect you have on him — not until you hear his pretty whimpers after hours; masturbation (m.), voyeurism, oral (f. receiving), riding, gojo calls himself daddy once, praises.

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who the fuck wears a skort and makes it look good? it’s not right. the fabric clings to your skin so nicely and the skirt lifts enough to tease gojo with a perfect, fleeting view of the way the item accentuates your pretty little ass while you spar with your students. 

what he wouldn’t give to feel it pressed up against his front. and that thought makes him painfully aware of the tightness and throbbing ache in his pants. 

it’s not fair that you get to have this effect on him. 

it’s not fair that he has to have the image of your sweaty, breathless body in that stupid skort seared into his brain hours later. 

it’s not fair that he, satoru fucking gojo, the strongest sorcerer in all of jujutsu society, winds up fucking his fist in his office at the thought of you, sweaty and breathless over him. 

he doesn’t bother to hold back his quiet whimpers and the soft whines of your name as he pictures your small hands wrapping around his cock. his door is shut and locked and it’s too late in the evening for anyone to still be around. 

at least, he thinks he’s locked his door and he thinks there’s no one around to hear him moaning your name between curses.

it was late. you were just about to leave and the sounds coming from his office might not have caught your attention if you hadn’t heard your own name. that specific combination of syllables pulled your attention from whatever had been occupying your mind and brought you to satoru’s door. 

you don’t mean to open his door, but you do. your eyes fall onto his frame, sinking into his loveseat with his head thrown back. his headband has been pulled down around his neck and you can see every nuance of his expression; his brows furrowed; his mouth agape as he whimpers incoherently; a tear falling from the corner of his eye; the deep red blush on his cheeks that matches that of his- 

“fuck, y/n. see what you do to me?” you stiffen, afraid that he’s caught you, but something tells you he’s too fucked out to notice anything other than the pleasure coursing through his body. “making– ngh– such a fucking mess out of me.” 

you watch as he thrusts into his fist, becoming suddenly aware of the pulsing between your legs. “fuck,” he cries, his movements becoming sloppier and you know you should move, shut his door and leave but you can’t. “when am i going to get to make a mess out of you?”

gojo gives his cock a few more strokes, stuttered groans falling from his lips as his cum spurts onto his bare chest. 

you force yourself to shut the door then, pressing your back against the wall beside it to catch your breath. your body acts of its own accord as your hand reaches between your thighs, grazing the place where your slick has soaked through. 

it’s not until he comes to his senses that gojo notices your presence. you, on the other hand, don’t hear his steps coming toward you — too distracted by the pulsing of your heart and your cunt — until he whispers playfully to you, “it’s not polite to peep, y/n…” 

he stands in the doorway and you see that he hasn’t bothered to clean up. his pants have been lazily pulled up, too low on his waist and still unzipped, and though he has a towel in his hands, the cum on his chest hasn’t been cleaned up and it drips down his abdomen — you have the strong urge to use your tongue and clean it yourself. 

“it’s rude to stare, too.” gojo smirks down at you and you can’t believe this is the same man that was tearfully whimpering your name less than two minutes ago. 

“satoru, i…” 

“god, i love it when you say my name,” gojo groans. you can hardly bring yourself to breathe properly as he lowers his face closer to yours. 

he can tell you feel small under his gaze, can sense that your heartbeat rises, and knows without needing to drag his finger along your heat that you’re drenched for him, though he does it anyway. 

“do i have to teach you manners, y/n?” he teases, laughing when you shake your head. you’re too cute, he thinks. and he can’t wait to ruin you. “don’t worry, sweetheart. i’ll let it slide.”

he places a hand under your chin, thoroughly enjoying the shaky breaths you let out. this is right, he thinks. you, weak and helpless for him. 

“you gon’ let me make a mess out of you then?” 

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you don’t know exactly how it happens. one second you’re standing at the door, unable to think about anything other than satoru’s perfect blue eyes (have they always been this mesmerizing?) and the throbbing between your legs, and the next you’re topless on his desk, his lips pressed to yours as his bulge grinds up against your still covered cunt. 

satoru kisses you like he can’t get enough and if your senses weren’t so consumed by him, you’d wonder how long he’s been waiting for this. 

he pulls away only to press his lips to your neck, then lower and lower until he’s discarding the rest of your clothing. “stupid skort. who came up with this shit anyway?” 

“satoru, please,” you mumble, feeling his breath against your heat. 

“aw, baby, no need to beg,” gojo smiles, pressing kiss after kiss to your plush thighs. “but keep doing it, won’t you?”

“please, please, please, ‘toruu,” you whimper as he inches closer to where you need him. 

“fuck, baby, call me ‘toru and i’ll give you whatever you fucking ask me for.” he gives your folds a swift lick before sucking harshly at your clit, the whine it pulls from you only making him dig his face further into you, though letting his pace fall into something softer and gentler. 

“you taste so fucking heavenly, sweetheart.” he loses himself in your pleasure and you fight to bear with it all, your hands searching for something to cling to as you arch your back against his desk. 

it isn’t enough to make you cum on his tongue once either. now that he has you like this, weak and crying for his touch, he fights to pull all of the whimpers and stifled moans out of you that he can. you lose count of the times he’s licked and sucked you dry after the third, his slender fingers helping him send you over the edge as he watches you come undone. 

“can’t anymore, ‘toru,” you cry, your body trying and failing to pull away from the waves of pleasure he sends through your body. “one more, princess. i know you can.” 

the flat of his tongue laps at your folds, his eyes fixed on you while you struggle not to roll your eyes back, wanting to watch him, admiring the focus in his features and utterly pussy drunk look on his face. you think for a moment, that his eyes look like an ocean, and you’re as lost in them as he is in between your thighs. 

“fuck, i’m s’ c-close, s’toru.” you struggle to keep your legs spread and your hands cling to the edge of the desk as satoru guides you through the earthshattering pleasure. whimpers of ‘toru, ‘toru, ‘toruu from your lips fall heavenly on gojo’s ears. 

“you did so well, princess,” gojo says, causing you to blush as he kisses along your thighs. “i told’ya you could do it, baby.” 

there’s a desperate depth to his voice and he can’t get a sentence out without calling you something pretty; you’re too overwhelmed to notice but satoru is doing everything he can to keep his cool, clinging to some semblance of composure. 

it doesn’t matter that he’s fought thousands of curses without breaking a sweat, smug smiles and cocky remarks never failing to fall on his lips. when it comes to you, he’s weak. he wants to worship every inch of you, to cry your name again and again as he drags his lips along your skin. 

he could give in; he could be needy and whiny and let you see a side of him no one ever has (one you’ve already gotten a glimpse of). and if the heavens would bless him again, he will. but this once, he wants to have you pleading and begging for him, to hear his name so prettily on your tongue. 

“satoru,” you whine, struggling to hold yourself up on your elbows as you look at him, pouting and pleading with your eyes. “kiss.” 

“come here,” he coos with a playful smile and you oblige, wrapping your arms around his neck as his lips meet yours. they’re soft and plump, moving perfectly in sync with you. perfect — that’s definitely the word to describe satoru and you don’t know why you hadn’t seen it before. 

“think you can still take more?” gojo asks, his face nestling in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your skin as he drags your hand to the bulge in his boxers, leaking achingly with precum after being ignored all this time. feeling him under your hand like that is enough to make your cunt throb. “please,” you tug his hair gently, pulling him back to meet his eyes as you nod and your hand slides upwards to release his cock from its constraints. 

your eyes fall between your bodies and your breath hitches at the sight of him. it’s bigger than you realized. thick and lengthy. perfect. is there anything about him that isn’t? it’s no wonder his ego’s so huge. 

the awe and lust in your eyes don’t go unnoticed by satoru and when you look back up at him, you’re met with a cheeky grin. 

“want you to ride me. think you can do that?” gojo says sweetly, his hand hovering over your waist, trailing slowly lower down your body and sending a cold shiver down your spine without having to touch you, and you can’t do anything more than nod. you don’t think there’s anything you wouldn’t do for him right then and there. 

you let his hands grasp your thighs and carry you back to the couch he’d been sinking into before. the couch where he’d been whimpering incessantly over you, only to now have you wrapped around his finger. his hands wander your body as you settle yourself above him; you can all but feel his eyes burning into you, memorizing every detail of you, from the curves of your body to every mark on your skin. 

“so fucking pretty,” gojo mutters through desperate breaths. he buries his face between your breasts, leaving feather kisses on your skin as his hand reaches for yours, guiding it to his length and lining it to your cunt. c’mon, baby, i need you bad. satoru groans softly, his head spinning at the sensation of your slick coating his tip. 

you ease yourself onto his cock, eyes fluttering shut. you take him in slowly, holding your breath at first, but with every inch another shaky breath escapes you. 

“good girl, that’s it. you’re taking me s’ well.” gojo sings you praises, his head thrown back as he gives a gentle thrust, aching to fill you completely. the warmth of your walls hugs his length so heavenly, clenching around him as you make the prettiest whines. 

 “t-too much, ‘toru,” you cry. you’re not a virgin, by any means, but you’ve never had anyone stretching you this good or filling you this deeply; much less with your pussy this wet and sensitive. 

satoru’s hands wander your skin, bright blue eyes mesmerized by the sight of you sitting prettily on his cock, stopping only to take your breast in his mouth. you gasp at the feeling, whimpering when your body involuntarily grinds against him, pressing him deeper inside you than you could imagine. 

gojo, on the other hand, winces in pleasure and nips at your breast in response. “‘s it too big for you, baby?” he teases and you can’t help but nod. 

“well i think this pussy was made just for me…” his hand finds your clit, massaging it as he fights the urge to thrust into you again. “come on, princess, give daddy a nice ride. i know you can take it.”

he could fuck you senseless. grip your waist while he figures out just how deep he can go and find all the places that will make you fall apart on his cock. it’d be too easy, but what he wants to see is you using his cock to chase your own high, you working to make him fill you to the brim like he’s been dreaming of all along. 

he leans back, hands fixed on your hips as you start to move them slowly, finding the pace that leaves you pretty little stars, lips parted as you whimper godknowswhat. 

you can hardly register your own words, quiet ‘toru’s, feel’s s’ good’s and y’re so big’s, followed by gentle praises from satoru. 

your pace increases as you inch closer to your high, but as needy as you are, you can’t quite hit the right places anymore. “‘toruu, mmph– need to come please,” you beg, hands digging into his shoulders. 

he sits up, a playful smile on his lips as he whispers against your ear, “told you there’s no need to beg, didn’t i?” 

it’s utter heaven for both of you to feel your bodies pressed so close to each other like this, but before you can take in the feeling, satoru is gripping your hips and thrusting up into you relentlessly. 

your hands find their way into his white hair, bringing your lips to his, moaning ceaselessly into his mouth. 

you can feel tears forming at the corners of your eyes as he edges you closer and closer to your high. reaching a hand up, satoru uses a thumb to wipe them away. “fuck, baby let me cum in you, will ya?” 

you nod desperately, remembering the sight of him cumming onto his chest and needing to feel him shoot those velvety ropes inside of you. “please, ‘toru.” 

it only takes a few more thrusts before he’s releasing inside of you, and with him comes your own release. gojo’s thrusts don’t halt until he’s spilled every last drop of his seed inside of you and fucked you through your own orgasm, but once he does you collapse onto the couch together. you’re breathless on his chest, his arm wrapped around you and his length still buried inside you. it’s almost an uncomfortable feeling, but you aren’t in any hurry to feel empty again.

 “i‘ve wanted this for so long,” he hums, his hand brushing through your hair, and without looking at him, you can hear the smile on his lips. 

“then why didn’t you ever say so?” you shift so you can see his face and lose your breath at the sight of him. you don’t know that you’ve ever seen anyone more attractive, but that’s not what takes your breath away. no, what does is that you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone look at you with so much love. 

“you’re too good for me…” he smiles and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. 

you stare at him in awe. the world’s strongest sorcerer. the prettiest man you’ve ever seen. the kindest soul you’ve ever known. and he thinks you’re too good for him?

all you can think to do is bring your lips to his. you try to tell him without saying anything that you want this again and again. to touch him, to kiss him, to smile next to him. 

“i don’t think that’s true,” you whisper against his lips as you pull away. “and you can make a mess out of me any time, ‘toru.”

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𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞 𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞 | roronoa zoro

913 words

content: fem. latina reader, fluff, post time-skip, zoro watches reader dance and sing while she cleans the sunny.

notes: i miss rbd... yo digo r, tu dices bd, rbd, rbd!

zoro loves to watch you clean. he likes to stay back with you while the others explore a new island, knowing that you like to take advantage of the time alone. he’ll make himself scarce to let you work in peace but he's always there, keeping you company.

sometimes he closes his eyes to rest, enjoying the comfortable silence of the empty ship, hearing only the sound of you humming or singing softly; although most often, all he does is watch. it doesn't really matter to him; so long as he's near you, he's content.

there’s something endearing to him about the way you zone out, moving from one thing to another as if all the chore work came naturally to you.

she’d make a perfect housewife, he thinks to himself, knowing full well that if he ever uttered those words aloud, you and your tiny frame would make sure he hurt (and that thought is only further proof to him that you would be).

he likes it most when you play your loud latin music and sing along to it, almost always sounding terribly though he's convinced if you bothered to try you'd sound like an angel.

you hold the broom like a mic, singing each syllable like you feel it in the depths of your soul and zoro wonders what the hell you could be singing about; he rarely asks anymore, knowing well enough that it'll likely be a feeling you've never actually felt before.

you're dramatic and loud and he's certain that you wouldn't act this foolishly around anyone else. something he couldn't be more thankful for.

"y aquí estoy rendida a tus pies." you drop to your knees in front of him and the swordsman raises a brow, silently wondering how long it'll take you to sweep the room this time.

"y sé que no hay nada que perder..." you stand, stepping closer to him and your hand rests on his cheek and he thinks it might take at least another ten minutes for you to be done.

"pensando en ti," you lean in close, your hand falling into his and all that's left on his mind is that he could kiss you for those next ten minutes instead.

but you pull away before your lips can touch, fingers slipping from his as you sing the next line. "hasta que no me dejes ir."

you sing the chorus as you twirl around the room, picking things up from the floor, your eyes meeting zoro's enough for him to know that this time the song is about a feeling you know.

"no quiero vivir sin tu amor jamás..." you take a seat on his lap, your legs on either side of him and zoro's hands find their place on your waist, deciding not to let you stand up again.

"what're you singing about this time?" he grunts, his thumbs drawing circles into your skin.

"nothing special. just loving you and needing you and never wanting to let you go..." you say, pressing kisses to his face between every few words.

"what was that last line?" zoro questions, somehow knowing that whatever it was, you'd left it out. a part of him thinks he deserves a nice little treat for the spanish he's inadvertently learned from you.

you think about the line for a moment before translating it, "i don't want to live without your love, not ever."

and there's something left hanging in the air when you've said it. a twinkle of uncertainty in your eyes. something left unspoken.

"you won't."

it's the kind of oath that is rooted in regret. the kind that feels certain — set in stone, despite the impossibility of it. like he's promising you the stars and there's nothing you can do but believe him. it's not up to him whether you get to be at his side forever or not, but you believe it when he says you will. 

"i missed you a lot." you can't help but say it and it feels pointless to mention, but you can’t put it out of your mind either. those two years taught you what eternity can feel like. 

"i know," zoro’s lips brush yours without kissing you. instead, you feel his breath, the warmth coming from his body, and you wish you could get to know a different kind of eternity with him. closing the gap between you and him, you think this is the next best thing — the little taste of eternity on his lips. 

"‘m going to love you for a long, long time…"

zoro doesn’t mean for the words to come off as romantic, doesn’t intend for them to make your heartbeat stutter, and you know that as well as you know him but they do regardless. the swordsman doesn’t even realize the sweetness of his blunt sincerity and you couldn’t love him more for it. 

“i love you,” you utter the words in a faint whisper, pressing another gentle kiss to his lips before resting your head on his chest and listening to the music still playing. you could sit there in his arms forever, you think, until a familiar rapid beat meets your ears. 

"da-ddy yan-keh..."

and zoro doesn’t fight it when you leave the warmth of his arms to dance again. he still has an eternity to hold you and to love you, anyway. 

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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘢 𝘻𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘧𝘵. 𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺

3.404 words — inspired by anon request

content: nsfw, fem. reader, slightly non-con, unprotected, degradation, implied daddy/breeding kink, choking; y/n cheats on zoro with luffy and the swordsman decides that if she wants to be a slut, they can share her.

note: this has been in my drafts for too long i don't even know if it's good but i tried. the characterization and plot are terrible but i'm just tryna get fucked by the captain and his first mate, okay?

luffy would understand. he would. all you needed to do was tell him; tell him that your heart belonged to zoro, that you were his in every sense of the word. he’d drop the subject without hesitation. 

he was betraying his first mate without knowing it, all by your cause – the thought weighed on you as you lay breathless in the captain’s arms. the straw hat didn’t know any better – it was on you to let him down, to deny his indecent proposal. but when you felt him pressed against your backside, slurring as he whispered crudities in your ear, all you   do was think with your heat, too tipsy to listen to your head or your heart. 

the first time should have been the last time. you swore to yourself that it would be when you came to your senses… but didn’t zoro constantly reproach everyone about it being the duty of the crew to fulfill the captain’s orders, regardless of what they may be? and if the captain wanted you on your knees for him, his fingers tangled in your hair as he used you to chase his own pleasure, who were you to deny him of it? if he wanted you to sit on his face while he feasted on you, insatiable from between your thighs, what right did you have to say no? 

he was your captain; it was your obligation as a straw hat to obey his orders. all he needed to do was say the word and he could have you – whether he wanted you to ride him, to watch you whimper incoherently as you bounced on his cock, a sweaty, needy mess; to be balls deep inside you, fucking you mercilessly into the mattress, gripping your ass tightly as you moaned incessantly against a pillow. 

what zoro didn't know wouldn't hurt him, you reasoned. and this was the last time. you promised yourself you'd tell luffy the truth next time – but time and time again, you couldn't bring yourself to deny your captain. it was too intoxicating, the way luffy could fuck you senseless, using your cunt as his plaything – it was too good to give up. 

you loved zoro — he treated you like a goddess, all but worshiping you in bed; he knew your body better than you did and could prove it in a thousand different ways. there was no one who could make you feel like he did, no one who could please you more than he could. the swordsman was a passionate lover; the captain was a selfish one. so it should have been enough for you – it should have been easy to reject luffy’s advances if all he did was use you for his own pleasure, but you liked being used. 

you tried to make sense of it, to find reason in your wrongs, but to try and be sensible with luffy’s cock hard against your ass was futile. 

“yes, captain”; “please, captain”; “fuck me, captain,” we’re the only coherent thoughts you could form when he came to you, his eyes heavy with lust — the guilt and shame of it all only weighing on you after committing your sins. 

and it was guilt-ridden that you always made your way back to zoro, begging to get on your knees for him. you'd please him in all the ways you knew best, never letting him return the favor. 

“just let me make you feel good, baby.”

but the swordsman was no fool. he knew that if you were coming to him, asking to suck him off for nothing in return, it wasn't because you wanted to be a good little slut for him. he wasn't blind to the weakness in your step after your disappearances or oblivious to the lingering scent of sex on your skin when you came to him. nor did he miss the hunger in luffy's eyes whenever you strolled past him.

no, but zoro didn't think of confronting you about it. if you wanted to be a whore, he'd let you be one — though not without reminding you who your sweet cunt really belonged to. 

you could spread your legs for whoever you desired, it wouldn’t change that he had you wrapped around his finger. all it ever took was one look and he could have your heart racing; he never had to say a word, only to meet your eyes…to absentmindedly drag his fingers along your thigh as he took a swig of sake and you’d stumble over your words, excusing yourself from the dinner table, eagerly awaiting him below the crow’s nest. 

“how’s my girl doing?” zoro murmured against your lips, returning the kiss you greeted him with before pulling away, his hands resting on your waist.

“never leave the ship without me again. i missed you,” you pouted, pressing your lips to his once more. wrapping your arms around him, you dragged your lips along his jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses down his neck. “someone might see…” zoro warned quietly, though not pulling away from you either.

“don’t care.” with pleading eyes, you looked up at the swordsman. “i need you.” 

“‘s that right?” the swordsman teased, feigning a smirk in spite of the tightness he felt in his chest. he’d already decided this would be the last night he spent with you; why, then, did your words make him falter in his resolve? why did his subconscious hold out for the hope that in asserting that you didn’t care if this relationship was no longer a secret, you were choosing him? 

he forced the thought out of his mind. what did it matter, if the damage had already been done. he met your eyes, those he’d lost himself in so many times before. “how badly?”

“so badly,” you sighed, holding his face in your hands. giving into you, zoro closed the gap between you with a feverish kiss. your legs wrapped around his waist, your body aching so desperately for his touch that if he wanted to, you’d let him have you on the deck. 

“hold on,” he said, breathlessly, placing a hand on your waist as he stepped toward the ladder of the crow’s nest. you held on to him tightly as he climbed, resting your head comfortably against his shoulder, a soft smile tugging at your lips at the sight of him. “i love you, zoro,” you whispered, closing your eyes and missing the way zoro’s widened at your words. 

love. 

the word had come easily to you, as if you were worthy of loving him. you tried to push the thought out of your mind, planting soft kisses along zoro’s cheek as your lips made their way back to his the moment you entered the crow’s nest. 

you kept your legs locked around him as he gently rest your back against the floor, rolling your hips against his fervently. “please. zoro.” 

was it the guilt that made you so desperate to have him? 

“so goddamn needy for me, aren’t ya?”

the desire to forget that you’d let someone else stand between your thighs? 

“i need you, ‘ro…” 

“who’s this pretty cunt belong to?” zoro pressed himself against you, spreading your legs further, the throbbing of his length alone making you feel weak. 

“it’s yours, zoro. all yours.” you didn’t deserve him. 

“y’ hear that, captain?” 

you stiffened, feeling a sudden weight in your chest as zoro stepped back. his gaze stayed fixed on you as you failed to hide the panic and shame on your face. you had no right to look away, to avoid seeing the hint of pain that hid in his eyes — the pain you had provoked — but you feared that if you didn’t turn away, you wouldn’t be able to fight back your tears. and you had no right to cry. 

your eyes met luffy’s who stared back at you blankly from where he sat, his legs spread apart, arms resting against his knees, before looking at zoro, “didn’t seem that way when i was fucking her.” 

“zoro,” you struggled to speak, knowing it would be useless to. “i can explain.”

“and what’s there to explain?” the swordsman gripped your chin, his tone cold but calm as he forced you to face him.  “that you’re a filthy slut?”

there was nothing you could say, nothing you could do but stare back at him in guilt and take his anger. “that you’ve been lettin the captain fuck you whenever he wants like you’re his toy?”

“i’m sorry,” you spoke in a whisper, knowing your words could fix nothing. zoro was right, after all. 

“guess one man isn’t enough for you.” he removed his hand from your face before turning his back to you, not bearing the sincere look of regret and heartbreak in your eyes. despite the coldness in his demeanor, he had still held you with the same gentleness as always. 

“that’s alright. if you want to be a whore, we can share. ain’t that right, luff?” you looked at the two in confusion, certain that you must have misheard. luffy’s eyes were on you now, eyes alight with a hunger that reminded you of the dripping sensation between your thighs from moments ago. they couldn’t be thinking…

“why don’t you start with her, captain.” zoro took a seat across from you, leaning back and spreading his legs as he stared down at you still on your knees. “go on, y/n. show the captain what a good girl you are.” he taunted. 

your attention turned back to luffy and you opened your mouth to protest, to beg zoro for forgiveness but all words were lost on you as you found yourself at eye-level with your captain’s protruding boner. even through his shorts, the sight was enough to make you hold back a whimper. 

but you couldn’t. not like this. what kind of person would that make you?

“show me what a little slut you are, y/n.” zoro smirked. you felt your heat pulsate at his words. morality and reason told you one thing, but your body – the drool pooling in your mouth, the throbbing between your legs, the burning sensation of your skin aching to be touched – told you another. 

“c’mon, y/n, don’t be shy. ‘t feels so good when you have my cock in your mouth,” luffy coaxed. face hot with shame, you slowly tugged luffy’s shorts down, his thick length swollen red; you spared a glance at zoro while luffy’s hands gently grasped your hair, noticing his hand palming his own length through his pants. 

“put that mouth to good use now,” zoro spoke, his voice deep and commanding. 

obediently, you took luffy’s cock in your hand, squeezing gently as you licked and sucked softly at the tip. you looked up at the captain, admiring briefly the way his breath hitched, mouth agape as his eyes shut in pleasure. but luffy wasn’t one to let you tease or take him slowly; he was impatient and rough, and though you’d expected it, the feel of his hand pushing you forward suddenly still caused your eyes to tear. 

“she’s good, ain’t she luff?” the pair admired the sight of you, cheeks flushed, watered eyes staring up helplessly, mouth stuffed with luffy’s cock. “so good,” luffy slurred through quiet grunts. “t’s like her mouth was made just for this.”

“…and i bet the whore’s dripping wet,” zoro thought out loud. you could have sworn you heard a low moan escape his lips. “fuck, i need a taste.” 

your eyes widened at his words and a whimper definitely left your lips then, provoking a thrust from your captain that made certain tears fell from your eyes. 

you felt zoro behind you, his hands firmly grasping your ass after lifting your skirt. he didn’t bother to remove your panties, licking through the already-soaked fabric. you fought in vain to hold back the moans this sensation arose, evoking a slew of curses from luffy. you couldn’t keep from digging your fingers into his thighs, eyes weeping as you feel him deep against the back of your throat. 

if you could have, you would’ve pouted when zoro pulled back; though he only did so to tug your underwear down with his teeth, making his way back to your cunt slowly, leaving a trail of kisses along the inside of your thighs. you could swear that no other man knew how to use his mouth as well as the swordsman. and, god, did he love to use it on you, his cock throbbing as he grew intoxicated on the taste of you. 

you knew you couldn’t last long – you never did when zoro had a say – and you could feel your legs begin to shake as the swordsman spread your legs, giving his tongue a better entry. if it weren’t for his hands squeezing your ass so tightly they were bound to leave a mark, you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up. 

“shit. let me finish inside her, zoro…” luffy grunted and you couldn’t help but whine as he pulled out and zoro obliged, pulling away, leaving you so close to coming. his hands left your ass, but not without one coming down again with a rough slap. “what’re you thinking, pretty little slut? want the captain to stuff you full?”

“please,” you begged, nodding desperately as you stared up at luffy, dumbfucked and doe-eyed. the straw hat wasted not a second shoving his cock deep within you, his pace as selfish as ever as he sought only his own release. 

“she’s so fucking wet. shit feels so good,” luffy huffed, a grin tugging at his lips as he left you breathless. you couldn’t help but love the way he stretched you and the merciless pace with which he pounded into you. he was undoubtedly a selfish lover who knew no restraint, overwhelming your senses without remorse. 

“luffy, ‘m so close,” you moaned, your voice needier than you intended it to be; every inch of your body felt like it was on fire, your walls tightening around luffy as his cock pulses deep inside your wet heat.

“i’ll fill you up and make you come so good if you call me something else…” he teased, ecstatic at the sight of you whimpering under him. you didn’t 

“captain- fuck. please, captain.”

“you sound so pretty when you call me that,” luffy praised, pressing his lips to your cheek before quickening his reckless pace. his eyes shut in bliss and his breathing grew heavier as he reached his high, ​​the feeling of his hot cum pumping into you more than enough to push you over the edge. 

“thank you, captain.” you mumbled, a weak and whimpering mess. 

“thank you, y/n. you’re a sweet little slut.” luffy left a trail of kisses along your cheek as he slipped out of you, your pussy dripping with his seed, but even in your fucked out state you turned away when his lips came too close to yours. despite everything you’d done – all of the times you’d let luffy fuck you senseless – you’d never let him kiss you. that was, however small and insignificant, the one thing you wouldn’t take from zoro. 

this detail was not lost on the swordsman, who moved from where he’d sat admiring you drunk on luffy’s cock to press his lips to yours hungrily. it was far from a romantic kiss, but something carnal and possessive; a claim that you were still, and would always be, his own – even if he decided he wanted nothing to do with you. 

you could feel his hard cock pulsing against your thigh. “don’t think you’re done yet,” he huffed, pressing himself further against you before releasing his thick length from its constraints, leaking with pre and flushed red with the need to feel your walls tightly around him. “let’s put on a good show for the captain.” 

there was little more you could do than stifle a moan and nod pathetically in response. you didn’t know if you could take him, still far too sensitive from luffy, but you desperately wanted to feel his pretty cock inside you nonetheless. 

zoro pressed his tip against you and you groaned at the sensation. slowly, he pressed himself further into you though still without giving you the pleasure of feeling him stretch you completely. you wanted to beg him to move faster, but you were afraid all you would be able to do is mumble incoherences. regardless, you knew zoro was well aware of your desperation; the swordsman always knew exactly what your body desired, often before you knew yourself. 

a smirk spread on his lips as he leaned forward, biting gently at your earlobe. “no one can fuck you like i can.” he whispered. 

threat or gentle reminder, you weren’t given time to process zoro’s words before he thrust roughly into you, bottoming out without warning. zoro took only a moment to indulge in the familiar feeling of your soaking cunt clenched around him, hissing at the pleasure, before thrusting into you at a pace rivaling the captain’s in ruthlessness. 

the swordsman, however, was more precise, more intentional with his movements. he rolled his hips against yours, purposefully hitting all the places he knew would draw out the most sinful whimpers from your lips. 

his hands, too, moved along your body, touching you in ways that consumed your senses; cupping your breasts in his hands, toying with your nipples; inching one hand slowly down your torso as it found its way to your clit while the other moved to your neck, not applying any pressure but making your breath hitch anyway. no, he knew to wait until he felt your walls squeeze around him after his cock took a couple of rough hits against your favorite spot; until you let out a guttural moan cut short by his fingers tightening around your throat. 

“how’s my babygirl feel?” zoro hummed, pulling you into his arms as he repositioned you both so that you were seated on his lap. “think you can fuck yourself on my cock like a pretty little whore?” 

part of you wanted to shake your head, but you were too close to your climax to argue. holding onto zoro, his face buried in your chest as nibbled and sucked on your chest, you moved your hips against his, slowly despite yearning for the intensity of the swordsman’s thrusts. 

“look ‘t how you’ve got luffy fucking his fist just watching you. it’s no wonder he couldn’t keep his hands off a slut like you,” zoro said, feeling his warm breath against your neck as he left a trail of kisses down to your shoulder. 

“zoro, ‘m close,” you whimpered, a tight sensation growing in your abdomen as you bounced on his cock inconsistently, fighting to keep your thighs from giving out. 

“ride it out, baby, you’re doing so well.” zoro held your waist for support, restraining himself from fucking the lights out of you. if you couldn’t come on your own then that would be part of your punishment. 

“please, daddy, let me cum with you.”

you knew well that this word would flip a switch within the swordsman; that he would groan at the sight of your eyes pleading him to fuck you as you halted your movements. you knew well that his eyes would darken and he’d press your back against the floor again as he pushed your thighs up to your chest, thrusting into you hard as he neared his high. 

“fine. in that case, you’re gonna take every last drop of daddy’s cum. got it?” 

you nodded desperately, wanting to feel him empty himself inside you, shoving his cock into you mercilessly to make sure you didn’t let any of it drip out. 

“fuck. you might be a dirty slut but this pretty pussy’s still all mine,” zoro groaned, giving his last few thrusts before pressing his lips to yours. you held him close, legs wrapped around him, your body aching at the mere thought of him pulling out. 

he was right; no one could fuck you like he could – no one could make love to you like he could. but you’d been too much of a whore to think with your head (or your heart, for that matter) instead of your cunt. and you’d have to let go, sooner than later.

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𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚 | satoru gojo

1.776 words

content: gojo is the heir to a wealthy clan; it’s known to everyone that he’s to marry another heiress. not that it matters to you. you have no interest in being a gojo anyway; brief nsfw, cheating, (non-curse) au? but could be in universe if you squint; somnophilia mention;

note: there’s a cute part i wrote that didn’t make it in </3 so, if this does well i’ll post it as a part two!

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it’s his heart that makes you fall for him this deeply. there’s not a doubt in your soul about it. satoru’s heart is limitless.

you can smell it in the flowers he sends week after week without fail, never letting your vases hold a single withered petal.

you can feel it in the acuteness of the beat of your own heart when you meet his endless blue eyes, practically scattered with stars that remind you he’s hopelessly in love with you; it isn’t something he needs to say. you know it by the way he holds on to every word you say like your voice is the only one he ever wants to hear.

you can see it in the guilt that weighs on him and the way he tries to keep you from noticing it. except, you know him too well. you see it. when he holds you close, thumb tracing circles into your skin as your head rests against his bare chest and his eyes stare up at nothing, you know – without question – that he’s thinking of her.

because satoru’s heart is infinitely kind. as self-absorbed and egotistical as the man can be, satoru cares deeply about the people in his life. even if they’re not people he chose to have in his life.

it doesn’t, not for a moment, cross your mind to hold that guilt against him; you might pity the girl, too, if she wasn’t so insufferable.

you’re certain she knows. if the daggers she glares at you when you breathe in satoru’s general direction are any indication, she’s known for quite a while. not that it fazes you at all. she can tighten her grip on his arm all she wants. it doesn’t change that satoru has never been hers. her hand is on his arm, but his eyes remain on you – and you don’t need to look at him to know.

“how are things with your betrothed?”

you trace your fingers along the ridges of his abdomen. is it wrong of you to smile at the thought that she’s never had satoru like this? never woken to see him golden in the morning light, keeping you close to him in his sleep – or better yet, bidding you a sweet good morning from between your thighs.

“i’m having dinner with her tonight,” satoru hums, his eyes stay fixed on the ceiling. his hands still on your waist. “i’ll be asking her to marry me.”

his voice is quiet, like he doesn’t want to be heard and you can’t say you want to have heard. and yet, you bury any semblance of a reaction and giving only a quiet, hopefully indifferent, “oh.”

the last thing you need is to have him stress because of you. his situation is difficult enough without factoring you into it, and you decided long ago that you wanted to be nothing but a light in satoru’s life. a shoulder to rest on. arms to hold him. a body to bury his troubles in. and above it all, someone to listen to him.

“my old man gave me the ring last week. an heirloom,” he continues. “i had lunch with her parents a few days ago. all that’s left to do is pop the question.”

everything inside of you screams that this is wrong — everything in those vibrant blue eyes that seem to be avoiding your own, tells you he’s thinking the same thing — but you know better than to trust that sinking feeling.

“she’s a lucky one. the soon to be mrs. gojo,” you try not to sound sarcastic.

“it should be you.”

satoru’s eyes finally turn to you and it’s silly but you swear your heart skips a beat.

“i don’t want your name,” you say, and it’s more than simply a consolation. you can’t picture yourself as a gojo. it’s a name that carries weight and a responsibility you could care less for. it’s name that girl will be thrilled to have and one you’ll never deserve. “you’re all i need, satoru.”

those stars, you sigh as his eyes all but shine for you. his hand reaches to tuck your hair behind your ear. “you’d hate the ring,” he whispers. “i’ll get you a much nicer one.”

you want to tell him you don’t need a ring but you know it’ll go in one ear and out the other. instead, you kiss him and don’t let go until you’re both breathless.

“i’ll call you later today,” he hums, reluctantly pulling away before slipping out of bed.

you watch him slip into his clothes from the night before, admiring the curves of his back, the perfect unruliness of his hair, and the love bites on his skin in places known only to you.

“i love you,” satoru plants a kiss on your forehead, tucking you into the sheets and you utter the three words back to him like a prayer. and that it might be: a silent prayer that satoru will never leave your side without having said those three words – and a promise that neither will you.

you could spend the entire day resting in that bed, thinking about the divinity of satoru gojo (and god knows you need it after the night he put you through), but you have your own work to attend to.

if you’d let him, satoru would make certain that you never worked another day in your life. he’s insisted upon it time and time again — “at least let me take you away somewhere. gimme a month, baby, c’mon.” — but it’s a pleasure you can’t let yourself indulge in. one reserved only for his wife, something you’ll never be.

you can let yourself be convinced to run away with him for the weekend, to crowded cities and nearby villages where no one will know you. places where you’re free to lock pinkies with him in the street and let him hold your hand; where you can rest your head on his shoulder as you sit beside him on a park bench; where he can steal a kiss from you in public and not have you turn away, completely flustered, a second later.

you let him hold you in town squares and kiss you in coffee shops. you sit on his lap on crowded subways and ride on horseback with at your back (always at his insistence and to his regret).

you allow yourself to pretend he’s not the heir to a powerful clan and that you’re not the last person his parents would want as his wife. for a day or two he’s just yours — your satoru.

and that’s enough for you, it is. to have satoru’s boundless heart and know his heavenly blue eyes shine only for you.

it’s why, at the end of the day, you don’t mind if she’s the one in his arms. and it’s why you don’t hesitate to answer your phone when that familiar unknown number lights up your screen.

“hello, this is y/n…” you say, trying to hide the amusement in your tone when you hear a giggle at the other end.

“hi, honey.” you wondering whether it’s a natural gift, to sound as subtly condescending as she does. it’s such an innocent tone, if you didn’t know any better you’d think she was actually calling out of sincere congeniality.

“you’re not going to believe this, but i wanted you to hear it from me first,” her voice overflows with enthusiasm and you can already picture her staring in awe at the ring on her finger. “gojo proposed to me tonight!”

“wow,” a feigned wonder in your voice. “it took him long enough, honey. congratulations!”

“i wasn’t expecting it, honestly,” she continues. “he went out to get us some champagne and my favorite pastries to celebrate.”

you can hear her giggle and it’s no secret to you why she’s called. you’re probably one of the first people she’s told and you’re hardly acquainted with one another. if she’s called to tell you it’s only to politely gloat that she’s won.

she’ll be mrs. gojo like she was born to be and you were nothing more than the other woman. to her, it’s that simple. she’ll get his name, his riches, and a comfortable life within the walls of the gojo home. naturally, that leaves you with nothing.

“aren’t you the luckiest girl then. i’ll bet your wedding will be fit for a queen,” you wait for her response before politely hanging up, though you hardly hear her words, too busy finding the right angle for this photo.

because as lucky as she is, she doesn’t know that all it takes is a picture in your nightgown to bring satoru to your door, or that he’d conveniently stopped for those pastries at the shop closest to your apartment.

she doesn’t know that the moment walks in through that door, his lips are on yours like he’s been depraved of something sacred; that his hands trail over your skin, desperate to worship every inch of you. she doesn’t hear the incessant whimpers of “i need you,” “you’re mine,” and “you fucking take me so well, ’s like this pretty pussy was made for me.”

she doesn’t get to feel him worship her so wholly, to see him unravel over her as he fucks every drop of his cum into her, not wanting to waste a single drop.

and she doesn’t know that when your cum draws a ring around his cock – a sight he never fails to gape at – he slides another ring onto your finger.

“i love you,” satoru whispers against your lips and you stare in disbelief at the ring on your finger. it’s subtle but unequivocally beautiful and more your style than the gojo ring could ever be. and etched within it are his initials.

“does that stand for suguru geto?” you tease and you fully expect him to roll his eyes at you, but he continues to smile at you, a fool hopelessly in love.

“i love you,” he repeats, pressing a soft kiss to your parted lips. and this time you hear it: the unspoken promise that he would marry you if you asked him to. if you’d let him.

“i love you, satoru,” you whisper back. it’s not the last time, you know, that he’ll utter this unspoken request to you. but for now, you send him back to his fiancé, only stealing one of her sweet pastries and one more gentle kiss from satoru.

she can keep his name and his riches, for all you care, as long as you get to keep his limitless heart.

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nsfw with zoro having really really really wet dreams with y/n please!!

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 | roronoa zoro

1.497 words

content: nsfw, fem. reader, teasing, edging, brief f. dom ;), degrading names, bratty reader; oh, to ride a sleeping zoro...

note: thank you for the request! i don’t know if this is what you had in mind, but i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it. sweet dreams ;)

you drove him crazy, walking around the ship, oblivious to the things your skimpy skirts and size-too-small cropped tees did to him. 

he could hardly lie comfortably on the deck anymore, the angle providing him with too perfect a view of your body to ignore. 

he hated it. he wasn’t a pervert — he was far from that. he knew he shouldn’t stare, shouldn’t steal a look under your skirt when you walked past him, but try as he might to keep his eyes shut and enjoy his nap, he could never quite ignore the distraction. 

his only solution was to find a different place to take his naps, unable to bear resting on the deck anymore, instead finding solace in the crow’s nest or some empty room — but even then, you found a way to disturb his rest. 

those short skirts, tight shirts, and the gleam of your skin under the sunlight taunted zoro even in his sleep. 

the first time you appeared in his dreams — your small frame buried under his, teary, pleading eyes staring up at him as you begged for him — zoro kept his distance, unable to stand the way you consumed his senses, and avoided your eyes for weeks.

still, the thought of you never left his mind; your sweet voice, your delicate smile, soft skin, the warmth you effortlessly radiated… and the image of you whimpering below him, all remained seared in his mind. 

his dreams of you became incessant and the swordsman could not say that he saw no pleasure in the thought of you, disheveled as he fucked your sweet little cunt from behind or you sat on his face in nothing but one of those little skirts; the thought of you on your knees with his dick between your breasts, letting him cover your face in his cum; the thought of touching and kissing every inch of your skin… 

it was a pleasure that could be worth every ounce of the wave of shame that fell over him when he came to his senses, but he respected you too much to allow himself to indulge in it. you deserved more than to be treated like the object of someone’s desire — and despite his attraction, despite everything he felt for you, you deserved better than to be with someone like him. 

thus, zoro stayed away, admiring you from a distance and only permitting himself the pleasure of your company when you came to him. 

and though you hid it well, you were as infatuated — perhaps more so — with roronoa zoro as he was with you. you longed to be beside him, to be in his arms and feel the blanket of his warmth against your skin. certain that he didn’t feel the same, you were content with simply reciprocating the care he gave to you. the swordsman was always protecting you, keeping you safe and away from trouble (as away from trouble as a pirate can be, that is). the least you could do was care for him the same way; you treated his wounds, ensured that he never pushed himself too hard when he trained, reminded him to eat, and tried to keep him company when it seemed like he needed it. 

while you longed for more — so much more — it was enough for you, to tend to him and be close to him, however briefly; as it was enough for zoro, to be near you and protect you.  

“zoro…?” you called for the swordsman, poking your head in the bedroom to let him know it was time for dinner. shutting the door quietly behind you as you stepped into the room, you could still hear the faint sound of laughter coming from the dining hall. 

“y/n,” zoro murmured from where he laid, his voice breathy. his eyes stayed closed and the rise and fall of his chest told you the swordsman was still fast asleep. is he sleeptalking? 

“fuck,” he whispered, wincing in his sleep. a smile tugged at your lips as you admired the man before you, his parted lips and flushed cheeks, wondering what he might be dreaming of. although, as your eyes moved down his body, tracing his arm to where a hand lay sleepily kneading a prominent bulge, there was no need to wonder. “look so pretty on my lap…” 

“is that right?” you teased, the words leaving your lips before you knew they did. your first instinct had been to panic, to leave before zoro came to his senses and saw you there, but the realization that he was dreaming of you — that the faint blush, shaky breaths, and his restless state were all because of you — gave you a foreign sense of confidence. 

“...such a pretty whore, riding my cock.” 

your breath hitched at the sound of those words, suddenly feeling breathless and hot. “fuck, roronoa.” 

you moved your hand to where his rested, not allowing yourself to hesitate as you pressed gently against his boner. zoro hissed in response, your name falling from his lips again. 

your eyes glanced back to the door, the ruckus in the dining hall as loud as ever. no one would come to the rooms for a while, you were certain of it. careful not to wake him yet, you straddled the swordsman, holding the bunk above you for support. you were still for a moment as zoro’s hand moved to grip your thigh, a soft groan escaping him, though he didn’t wake. you moved your hands to either side of the bunk before slowly swaying your hips, grinding against zoro’s, moaning softly at the sight of him under you, his brows furrowed as you edged him closer to release. “shit, princess, don’t stop,” zoro groaned, his hips bucking into you. 

“fuck-” you whined, unable to contain the loud moan his movements provoked and zoro’s eyes fluttered open at the sound. “y/n - fuck - what are y-” zoro held his breath, stifling a moan. 

“princess, huh?” you teased, slowing the movement of your hips slightly as you wallowed in the pleasure. 

under you, zoro was a stuttering mess — a state you never dreamed you’d see him in — disoriented from having just woken and being so painfully close to his climax. it didn’t help that you were in full control — something he could never have dreamt up before — and the pace you’d set impeded his nearing release. 

“fuck, y/n. move faster.” 

“call me princess again,” you smiled down at the swordsman with innocent, pleading eyes, keeping your pace steady.

zoro only glared at you, mouth agape in disbelief (and from his breathless state). “fucking brat-” 

you halted your movements, giving the swordsman a pout, and holding back a smile as he winced. “fuck, princess, don’t be a tease.” 

you smiled, content, before resuming your movements, though not without pushing zoro’s buttons a little further. “or what?” 

zoro didn’t bother giving you a reply, instead his hands moved above your hips suddenly, stilling you before tugging his pants down only enough to release his length from its constraints. he didn’t give you time to admire (or process) his size before pushing your panties to the side and thrusting into you without remorse. despite your best efforts, you couldn’t suppress the moans that escaped your lips and your beautiful sounds only further encouraged zoro’s relentless pace, his hands gripped you tightly, holding you in place, his low grunts meeting your ears as he chased his high. 

“fuck, fuck, zoro- come inside me, please,” you pleaded, eyes shut in overwhelming pleasure, burying your head in his chest. 

“look at me, princess,” zoro whispered, a smirk on his lips as he lifted your chin, not wanting to miss any nuance in your expression as he stuffed you full. looking into your teary, half-lidded eyes and seeing you sweaty, blushing, and whining for him — he could hardly believe he wasn’t still dreaming. “good girl.” 

your walls tightened around him as you felt your own climax approaching, gasping as you felt zoro’s cum leak inside of you, leaving you a whimpering mess, falling apart in his arms. 

breathless, you collapsed onto his chest. the warmth of his body enough to lull you to sleep if you let it. you smiled weakly, “how was that, swordsman? did i live up to your dreams?” 

“keep teasing and i’ll make sure you can’t walk straight for a week,” zoro said plainly, though wrapping his arm around you. 

“is that a threat or a challenge?” 

rather than respond, he swiftly turned you over so that he was hovering over you. with your small frame buried under his; your still teary, pleading eyes staring up at him… you uttered a quiet request that made the swordsman’s heart feel tight in his chest. “zoro… kiss me.”

he didn’t hesitate to lean forward, stopping briefly to take you in before kissing you softly. 

against your lips, eyes closed in utter bliss, he confessed, “better than any fucking dream.”

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Hey!!!! I watched the movie fifty shades freed a few days ago and there was a scene where the protagonists were having sex on the kitchen table lol. could you do something like zoro and a female reader? thank you I'm really loving your blog and your fics, keep it up it's very very very very good!!!!

𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤 | roronoa zoro

3.049 words

content: nsfw, sort of fluff sort of angst, afab reader, oral f. receiving, rough; trouble sleeping, bad dreams, and a midnight snack…

note: thank you for the request! sorry i took forever. i love kitchen sex and i could write about it a dozen times. this isn’t quite as good as the fifty shades scene — and it’s a lot more emotional (i got carried away? hope that’s okay) — but it’s not half bad. enjoy!!

each night, sanji locks the kitchen to keep a certain someone from eating everything in his sleep, but he’d gifted you (as well as nami and robin) with a key to enter if you ever desired to.

you’d never used it before — you were hardly the type to crave a midnight snack — but after tossing and turning in bed for the past hour, you quietly felt around the darkness of your room, searching for the key.

if anything, at least a trip to the kitchen would let zoro sleep in peace.

the swordsman laid sprawled across your bed, mouth slightly agape as light snores escaped him. you had struggled to remove yourself from his arms without waking him. he was usually a light sleeper but, strangely, he hadn’t stirred at all.

you weren’t too surprised; he’d come to bed exhausted after a late night workout, snuggling into you, not letting you say a word before muttering something about his room being too far and your bed being comfier. he was fast asleep in a matter of seconds — unlike you, whose thoughts wouldn’t allow her a moment of rest.

as you searched your nightstand for the key, zoro’s hand seemed to search for you beside him, but beyond that he gave no sign of waking up any time soon. the last thing you wanted was to wake him; so, as soon as you found the key, you stepped out of the room, shutting the door as quietly as you could.

you took your time making your way to the kitchen, letting your tired mind wander back to the image of zoro asleep at your side, the warmth of his skin, the rise and fall of his bare chest, the weight of his arm wrapped around you… it should have been enough to lull you to sleep but all you could do was think.

even with zoro at your side, all you could do was worry that you were drifting apart. it felt like the only time you spent with him anymore was on the nights he didn’t have watch duty, when he wandered into your room with some excuse to sleep beside you. it wasn’t like he needed a reason, but something told you zoro must have felt the same way you did. like something was changing between you.

he was with you a few nights a week at most — nowhere near as much as you’d like. sometimes he’d listen to you tell him about your day as you rested your head against his chest, but most nights were like tonight; he’d wrap his arms around you, pulling you close to him, before falling asleep. in the morning, he was always gone before you woke. you’d tried keeping him company in the crow’s nest, too, but you never managed to stay awake long. by morning, you’d find yourself in the comfort of your bed.

so when you were laying beside him, all you could think about was that it felt like you were always missing him. it pained you to look at him and notice that his hair had grown longer or that he had scars you didn’t recognize and didn’t have a clue where he’d gotten them.

it pained you to fall asleep beside him when you knew he wouldn’t be there in the morning.

the scent of delightfully sweet desserts pulled you from your melancholy as you entered the kitchen. you couldn’t be more grateful that sanji had spent the entire afternoon baking; chocolate wouldn’t solve your problems, but you could still try. at the very least, it was a perfect temporary fix. you took a seat on the counter beside the treats, swinging your legs as you questioned what to eat first.

“there you are. what’re you doing in here?” zoro spoke in a hoarse whisper, squinting from the door as his eyes adjusted to the kitchen lights.

“shit, sorry. did i wake you?” you said, half a brownie in your mouth. despite your guilt, you couldn’t help letting your eyes admire zoro’s bare torso as he made his way over to you. his pants hung painfully low on his hips.

the swordsman shook his head, averting his eyes as he replied. “had a bad dream.”

“what about?” you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him a little closer to you and zoro rested his hands on your hips.

“doesn’t matter.” there was something in the way his grip tightened around you that made you question his sincerity, but before you could say anything else, zoro reworded his earlier question. “why weren’t you in bed?”

it was you, then, who averted her eyes. “it…doesn’t matter,” you whispered, partially to tease him but mostly to keep him from worrying. “i couldn’t sleep.”

“and sweets were your solution?” zoro raised an eyebrow. you shrugged, taking a cupcake and putting some of its frosting on his nose. “i needed a walk. and besides, i didn’t want to risk waking you.”

“i wouldn’t have minded.”

“i know.” you leaned forward, slowly licking the chocolate frosting from his nose. you hadn’t meant for it to be a sensual act, but it made your body feel hot nonetheless. before you could move back, zoro pushed his lips against your own, enveloping you in a kiss that clouded all of your senses. you wrapped your arms around the swordsman, running your fingers through his hair as you pulled away — an act that felt different than you remembered.

his hair had gotten longer, you reminded yourself. of course that would make a difference, but had it really been so long since you’d last run your fingers through it that the act would feel foreign?

you tried to ignore the thought, pressing your lips to zoro’s once more for another, softer kiss. at least, he’ll never stop tasting like sake.

“i missed that.” the words left your lips before you recognized what they implied: you couldn’t remember the last time you and zoro had kissed like this. there were the half-asleep goodnight kisses and soft, short-lived kisses on the deck when either of you disembarked, but that was all. and somehow, you hadn’t realized it until then.

if the swordsman had heard your words, he showed no sign of it, his eyes fixed on your upper arm.

“what’s this?” he traced his thumb over a scar on your skin.

“oh. that’s nothing. i was helping sanji in the kitchen a couple weeks ago and he sort of, accidentally grazed my arm with a knife,” you explained, but zoro’s eyes still stared at the fading scar. “it sounds worse than it really was, i promise,” you added, placing your hand on his chin as you turned his eyes toward you.

as insignificant as the scar was, you could see the same unease in zoro’s eyes that you’d felt as you brushed your fingers through his hair.

“...weeks ago.” he repeated, shutting his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed. but you weren’t going to let him dwell on the thought. pressing your lips to his again, you slipped your tongue into his mouth and let your hands roam his body. you felt the curves of his arms, the familiar scar across his chest, the outline of his abs. his own hands moved slowly along the sides of your body, slipping under your shirt to meet the softness of your skin.

regardless of time, your bodies still knew one another; your hands still knew where to touch each other without need for thought. you still moved in perfect sync with one another. the subtlest touch from zoro’s fingers could still light a fire within you.

“zoro…” you pulled back — or at least, attempted to, your body aching to be pressed against his. “lock the door.”

you spoke between kisses, breathless as zoro pulled you closer, refusing to let you pull away. his movements were almost uncharacteristically relentless and possessive. though it wasn’t difficult to imagine why.

“what for?” zoro traced his lips slowly along your jaw, leaving kisses down your neck and along your collarbone; you could feel him smirking against your skin. the swordsman had never been one to fear getting caught in the act with you. on the contrary, there were times you were certain he aimed to make sure the whole ship knew what you were up to.

“roronoa zoro.” you forced yourself to pull away from his touch, crossing your arms as you glared at him.

“alright.”

a smile tugged at your lips as the swordsman walked to the door, without any rush — you couldn’t complain, loving to admire the curves of his bare back. roronoa zoro was a man sculpted by the very gods; there was not a doubt in your mind about it.

you reached for the cupcake beside you, not taking your eyes off the swordsman as you dragged your finger along its side, meeting zoro’s eyes as you brought it to your lips. slowly, you licked the frosting from your fingertip before gently sucking. “want some?” you asked innocently as zoro returned to stand between your legs.

he took the cake from your hand and set it aside, leaning into you, his breath warm against your neck as he pressed his lips just below your ear, the spot he knew always made your breath hitch. “i’m craving something else…”

if you’d felt a heat rushing through your body before, now you were burning up. zoro pushed up the fabric of your shirt, eyeing you with greed as he waited for you to take it off. the swordsman wasted no time in pressing his mouth to your breast as he pressed you back against the cold countertop. his hand traveled lower, ever grateful that you slept only in panties and an oversized shirt as he slipped aside the fabric of your undergarments, fingers slowly dragging along your intimacy.

with a devilish grin, zoro pulled back, giving his fingers a swift lick. “so good.” he said with a smirk, his low, gruff voice sending shivers through your body. “have a taste,” he brought his fingers to your lips, kneading your breast with one hand as you obediently sucked on his fingers.

“fuck. i can’t ever get enough of you.” his arms moved to wrap around your thighs, leaving you exposed for him to feast on you however he pleased. he started slow, pressing his tongue along your drenched labia, relishing in the taste of you — but you knew better than to get comfortable with this pace. the drunker he got off of you, the more remorseless he could be.

you felt him groan against you, the feeling momentarily making you forget how to breathe; you could feel him smirking against you before burying his face deeper against you, spelling a storm around your clit with his tongue.

you couldn’t help but gasp at the sensation, curling your toes and biting your lip as you fought to stifle your moans, knowing it would be in vain soon enough.

and you were right. nothing could quiet your sweet moans, the soft utterances of zoro’s name falling incessantly from your lips as he slipped two fingers into you. all proper thoughts left your mind as you indulged in the pleasure rushing through your body.

“f-fuck, zoro. amor—” one hand reached below, slipping your fingers through zoro’s hair as you massaged your breast with the other. “don’t stop. i’m c-close.”

a slew of incoherencies escaped your lips as a wave of pleasure went through your body, zoro’s fingers not ceasing their movements as he moved to press his lips against yours, his free hand bringing you forward, pressing your body up against his.

when he pulled away, you were beyond breathless, clasping your legs shut. you rested your hands on either side of his face, kissing him over and over again. “fuck. i love you. let me suck your cock, please.” you pleaded, licking your lips, wanting nothing more than to get on your knees and wrap your lips around him. you wanted to struggle to take him in, to feel his hand on your head guiding you, and most of all to have him fill your throat with his hot cum.

“sorry, babe,” you watched as he stepped out of his sweatpants, the sight of his hard cock making your mouth water. zoro didn’t waste time dragging it along your dripping cunt, evoking a soft moan from your lips, your pussy still beyond sensitive. he shut his eyes in pleasure as he pressed his cock against you, just against your entrance. you whimpered at the feeling. “i need something a little different.”

“fuck me,” you said slowly, leaning your body back against the counter. “please, zoro.”

the swordsman didn’t waste a second fulfilling your request. he stuffed you full, all at once before you could think twice about it. his pace was rough, only fueled by your loud whines. “z-zoro-” your back arched forward in bliss, your hands grasping for something to hold. in all of your mess, you’d completely forgotten about the sweets beside you until your arm knocked them off the side of the counter accidentally. but zoro’s merciless thrusts made it hard to think about anything other than his thick cock buried inside you.

“too much, zoro, i can’t,” you whimpered, feeling another orgasm building inside you. but zoro only quickened his pace, his hands gripping your hips, holding you firmly in place as a second wave of pleasure unraveled within you.

feeling your cum around his length, dripping out of you, zoro didn’t halt his thrusts. instead, the lewd sounds of bodies connecting and his skin against yours kept him going. your arms wrapped around him in agonizing pleasure, your nails digging into his back as you felt another coil building inside you. tears swelled in your eyes as you moaned zoro’s name over and over.

“hold on a little longer, sweet thing.” zoro pressed his lips to your forehead and you held your breath as you obediently fought back your release. you were notorious for being the only crew member who could tell roronoa zoro what to do, but in bed it was you who was weak to his commands.

as his pace became messier, movements slopier, his hands gripping your hips tighter, zoro shut his eyes before uttering an assertive, “cum.”

with that one word you let go, feeling his seed fill you with each continuous thrust as your own juices did. his thrusts slowed and your body clenched around him as he released every last drop into you.

“sanji’s going to kill us.” you whispered, breathing heavy. there was no way you’d be able to clean up this mess. you wouldn’t be able to walk to the door in this state.

zoro chuckled, kissing you slowly, his hand gently cupping your cheek. “i needed this.”

his words were quiet, vulnerable. his eyes avoided yours, focusing instead on your intertwined hands. “i know. so did i.”

“you wanna tell me why you really came down here?” zoro’s eyes shifted only slightly higher; they stilled on the scar on your arm.

“you wanna tell me about your bad dream?”

his eyes met yours then, with a playful glare. “i asked first.” you stared into them, looking for something, anything, that might give you an answer. something that might ease your fears.

what could you say to him? that you couldn’t stand sleeping in his arms anymore, that there was a glaring distance between you two that you couldn’t bear to ignore any longer? what could you say that wouldn’t ruin the night for you both.

you opened and shut your mouth several times, unable to find the right words, not quite aware of the tears forming in your eyes.

“shit. don’t cry,” zoro instinctively moved to hug you, pressing you close to him as he wiped the tears from your cheek, resting his chin on your head. “i’m sorry. you don’t have to say anything.”

he was quiet for a moment, but you could tell that, like you, he was looking for the right words to say. and for the courage to say them.

“i lost you.” you stayed still in his arms, holding your breath as he spoke, his voice only a whisper. “i dreamt that i’d lost you. that you’d left and it’d been because of me.

“when i woke up and you weren’t beside me, i…”

“i feel like i miss you all of the time,” zoro sighed; you couldn’t be more grateful that his sudden show of vulnerability had had him voice the words you couldn’t say.

you pulled back, slowly, looking up at the swordsman whose eyes were shut tight. you knew better than anyone that zoro hated to be vulnerable, that confessing his nightmares was worse to him than any wound. you knew that if he was telling you any of this, it was because he needed to.

“i’m right here.” you placed your hands on either side of his face, a gentle smile on your lips as his eyes opened to meet yours. “all yours, zoro. if i try to stand it’ll prove that.” zoro’s eyes gleamed with pride at those words. “and you’re not getting rid of me easily,” you whispered these words against his lips before kissing him softly.

“thought i was the one comforting you.” the swordsman raised a brow, but you could see the faintest of blushes flush his cheeks.

“i love you, roronoa zoro.”

the words took zoro by surprise, but he didn’t hesitate to return the sentiment, leaning in to kiss you again. “i love you, y/n.”

“ i’m tired of missing you. let’s take the day off tomorrow,” you said between kisses.

“and the day after,” zoro suggested, pulling away only to slip back into his sweatpants and toss you your shirt.

“and the rest of the week.” meeting your lips, he stood between your thighs again, lifting you with his hands on your ass. “zoro, wait. we can’t leave the kitchen like this.”

the swordsman rolled his eyes, though promising to get up and clean your mess before the cook could notice. “c’mon let’s go to bed.

“and if you’re still up for a midnight snack, i’ve got something you were begging to have a taste of earlier…”

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 — 𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝖺 𝗓𝗈𝗋𝗈

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content / warnings: smut, slight fluff?, fem. reader, pain kink, blood kink, daddy kink, kink shame? sorta?

comments: this is only my second time writing smut, don’t know how much i liked it, but enjoy! <3

it was inappropriate, to say the least. your lives were at stake; the rest of the crew stared at the swordsman in fear—equally afraid for him as they were afraid of him—but you… your heart raced at the sight of him, his feral eyes and the cruel smirk plastered on his lips.

you watched, fascinated, as he ran his tongue along the edge of his mouth, licking his own blood with the same intense and arousing calm that he displayed when he licked your cum from his lips.

he moved with a vigor and ruthlessness, with a killing intent, that made you consider whether you should try pushing his buttons and pissing him off until he decides to shut you up with his cock.

no. no, no, no, no. now, was not the time to be thinking about how his thick member would feel inside you as he fucked you mercilessly. it was not the time. 

“y/n, are you hurt? you look like you’re in pain!” the sound of chopper’s sweet voice pulled you out of your shamefully lewd thoughts. flustered, you reassured the doctor that you were perfectly fine (zoro would never allow anyone to lay a scratch on you); you were worried for your boyfriend, that was all.

the reindeer sighed in relief, happy to know that you weren’t hurt. giving you a confident smile, he assured you that zoro would be okay. if anything, it was the enemy who should be scared. still, the doctor decided it might be best if you didn’t watch and accompanied you back to the ship, with sanji coming along to ensure that you got there safely.

but the image of zoro—covered in blood, a primitive expression of arousal etched across his face—remained ingrained in your mind. only roronoa zoro would manage to look turned on during a fight; and only he could make you this hot and bothered from simply watching him.

“y/n-chan…” you flinched at the feeling of sanji’s hand as it grazed your arm; you were desperate for touch. “are you okay? you’ve been a bit jumpy since we left.”

yes, i’m fine, sanji-kun. thanks for asking. i just need my boyfriend back here safely right this second before i go kill him myself. 

“i’m okay. i’m worried about zoro, that’s all.” something told you sanji wasn’t as fooled by your lie as chopper had been, but he didn’t question you any further. “the mosshead ‘ll be fine. him and the rest of the crew will come running back to the ship before you know it.”

“i hope so...” you whispered, your mind wandering back to the gutter. 

thankfully, sanji was right. it wasn’t long before the rest of the crew returned—unscathed, except for luffy and zoro but even they seemed fine enough. you waited impatiently for the crew to head in their own directions. seeing zoro’s wounds and the proud, sinful smirk plastered on his face didn’t help your frustration in the slightest. 

the swordsman was adamantly telling the ship’s doctor that he was fine; all he needed was a few sips of sake and a quick nap. (“you’re bleeding, zoro! that’s not fine!”) you watched as chopper treated his wounds, cleaning the blood off his face. you couldn’t help but pout slightly at this, a reaction that zoro, unfortunately, happened to notice. his lips curled into a smirk as you turned away, feeling your face burning up. 

“ya done yet, chopper?” zoro grumbled, still staring up at you from where he sat. “almost, but you need to rest. i’ll make sure no one goes to bother you.”

you pouted again, accepting the fact that you likely wouldn’t be getting what you so desperately needed.

“oi, y/n. give me a hand and walk me to my bed, will ya?” zoro stood up tiredly, giving you a look that assured you he wasn’t planning on sleeping anytime soon.

“right! y/n, you can go with zoro and make sure he doesn’t do anything he shouldn’t! you can do that for me, right?” said chopper.

“right! i can do that, dr. chopper,” you smiled eagerly, walking to zoro’s side, and immediately leading him away from the crew and towards the bedrooms.

“so, ‘s there a reason you haven’t stopped staring at me since i got here?” zoro said, as soon as the two of you were out of sight. he gazed down at you as he spoke, already well aware of the answer.

you looked up at him, your hands trailing over the bandages that covered his wounds, remembering the image of him in action, wielding all three of his swords. you let your thumb graze over his lips, mind wandering to all of the things he could do to you with his mouth, and recalling the way his tongue moved as he licked that trail of blood earlier.

“no.” you lied, kissing him eagerly before he had a chance to respond. it didn’t stop him from chuckling before returning your kiss, but he didn’t need to hear you admit everything he’d made you feel back there. all you needed him to know was how badly you needed him—how your skin longed for his touch, how your lips longed for the taste of his—all of him.

you let your hands roam his body, one tracing the curves of his muscles, the other slowly wandering down his chest. the heat burning between your thighs begged for his touch, your senses overwhelmed by him. but you’d made the mistake of giving him control, of letting him set the pace, and he was kissing you painfully slow, savoring the taste of you.

“zoro.” you moaned, pleading for him to give you more. his hands wandered slowly down your body, stopping at your thighs. pulling away from you, the swordsman admired the helplessly desperate look in your eyes with a smirk before lifting you into his arms.

as you wrapped your legs around his waist, his hand slipped under your skirt, trailing over your soaked panties and evoking a gasped moan from your lips. “gee woman, already so eager for me? why’s that?”

“does there need to be a reason?” you whispered against his lips, leaning in to kiss him again but the swordsman tugged your head back, pulling your hair gently.

you glared at him. you could never hide anything from him; he always seemed to know when you were holding something back. “what’s with the face, doll? you need something? use your words for daddy.”

you fought the urge to roll your eyes at his teasing. he was the one with the daddy kink, not you. ok, that’s a lie. you did too, and his words made you weak. but you didn’t have the patience for this tonight. “i need you. let’s go to your bedroom, please.”

“who do you need?” zoro whispered, loosening his grip on your hair as he traced his lips along your jaw.

“you, daddy.” the word made you feel dirty in the best way, but the groan it provoked from zoro was enough to make you want to say it a thousand more times.

zoro carried you to his bed, planting kisses on your neck as he laid you down. his hands slipped under your skirt again, tugging down your underwear before swiping his finger slowly along your wet core. “and why is that, princess? what’d daddy do to make you this drenched?” 

you moaned at the touch, begging for more but the smirk on zoro’s lips as he licked his finger told you he wasn’t planning on touching you any further until you answered him. 

“you…” you closed your eyes and turned your head away from him, unable to get a word out with his eyes staring at you so intently. “you look hot… when you’re covered in blood. threatening to kill somebody.”

the words came out in a forced whisper. as you spoke, your hand roamed to your heat, desperate for touch, but zoro grabbed your wrist before you could do anything, an amused grin on his face. he was laughing.

your face burned in both rage and embarrassment. you tried to cover your face with your other hand, but zoro reached for that one too, pinning them both beside your head as he hovered over you.

“if i’d known seeing me fight turns you on like this, i’d pick fights more often…” there was that cruel smirk on his face again. he wasn’t going to let you hear the end of this.

“it’s not my fault that you look fucking aroused whenever you put on that damn bandana. it’s like you have a fucking pain kink.” you kept your eyes closed, avoiding his gaze as you felt his warm breath on your skin. without warning, he gave a small bite to your neck before sucking in a way that made your toes curl. the act elicited a loud moan from you.

“yea? maybe i do. what do you say we test it out?”

you stared at him in shock, unable to form any response other than stuttered whispers and a timid nod. you loved hated how he could have you at his throat one second and wrapped around his finger the very next.

“that’s my babygirl.” he smirked, kissing you softly before doing anything further. his hand drifted down to your wetness, slowly rubbing circles over your clit. no amount of self-control could prevent the moans that escaped your lips as he touched you, not after how he’d been neglecting you.

his lips left kisses along your neck and your chest, as he worked on unbuttoning your top with his other hand. your own hands explored his hair as you lost yourself in the stimulus of his calloused fingers along your entrance. your thoughts clouded in bliss, until suddenly and all at once, zoro shoved three fingers inside of you.

“zo- ah…” your breathing became shaky and uneven as he moved his fingers roughly, curving slightly to hit that spot. before you could even begin to adjust to the feeling, he removed your bra hastily, and began sucking on your breast until your nipple hardened, at which he nibbled softly on it. his hand squeezed the other, pinching your nipple harshly. “fuck. zo— da-daddy—”

your hands tugged at his hair as you pleaded with him to stop, to slow down (not that you wanted him to, you really didn’t want him to). he was driving your senses over the edge, but the pace of his fingers only quickened. it wasn’t long before your body succumbed, your cum spilling onto zoro’s thick fingers but the swordsman didn’t stop or slow his movements.

“please. daddy— i can’t—” you panted, tears filling your eyes. but daddy didn’t pull his fingers out until he’d finger-fucked you through your orgasm. even then, his thumb continued playing with your sensitive clit.

his eyes gleamed at the sight of you, your swollen lips parted; chest heaving; soft moans still spilling from your lips; eyes pleading tearfully for him to let you rest. “lookit you, princess.” he smiled mischievously, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “and i’m only getting started.”

zoro bit your earlobe before pulling back, removing his hand from between your thighs and slowly cleaning your fluids off his fingers with his tongue.

unable to keep your eyes on him, you leaned your head back closing your eyes as you prepared yourself for whatever more was to come. “fuck, daddy.” you were surprised at how breathless you still were. “when i said you had a pain kink, i meant you were into enduring pain, not inflicting it.”

the notion didn’t surprise you in the slightest, but you hadn’t expected him to put you through all of that.

“yea, well who says it can’t be both?” he said, his voice low and deep. 

you opened your eyes slightly to find him stripping off his clothes. your own clothes had only been lazily removed. your unbuttoned top hung off of your shoulders. similarly, your bra simply hung low enough over your body to expose your breasts. and your skirt and panties had been pulled down to your feet. these you easily slipped off, letting them fall to the floor, but you didn’t think you had the strength to remove the rest.

thankfully, zoro removed them for you as he gently lifted you from the bed and placed you over his lap. he stroked his cock along your slit, evoking a gasp from you. but you knew what was coming and you weren’t going to let yourself get so lost in the pleasure that he could surprise you again.

no, this time you would take the lead. pressing your lips against his, you grasped his length in your hand, stroking it for a second before aligning it to your hole. he could make you feel pain by mercilessly fucking you fast and hard, but you could put him through the same suffering by taking him slowly.

you bit his lip as you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, inch by inch. it didn’t matter how many times the two of you had sex, your body never seemed to grow used to his size. your eyes still watered as he filled you, whether you took him all at once or slowly.

zoro groaned at the feeling, wanting nothing more than to thrust into you but he let you have your way—at least for now. “mmm. fuck, daddy. i love the way your cock stretches my tight little pussy.”

you spoke your words as slowly as you moved, staring into his eyes as you lifted your hips at the same painfully slow pace. zoro hissed as you pressed your body against him, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“fuck, princess...” he groaned, his hands tightly gripping your waist, unable to handle the feeling any longer, but you weren’t satisfied yet. you shook your head slowly, keeping your gaze in his as you stopped your movements. at this, zoro loosened his grip, groaning at the lack of friction.

you smiled as you moved your hips at a pace that pleased you well enough, but left your boyfriend suffering, his expression pleading for more.

“mm, daddy, you feel sooo good…” your eyes fluttered as you were grinding your cunt slowly against him, your mouth agape in pleasure.

it was your fucked-out face that sent him over the edge, unable to bare it any longer. without any warning, he gripped your waist tightly again and thrust into you hard, provoking a series of loud moans from you.

you bounced on his cock, keeping up with his pace as best as you could. biting your lip, you attempted to muffle the moans that spilled out of you. but the feeling of his dick slamming in and out of you recklessly was too much for you—especially combined with the feeling of his teeth leaving marks on your skin, his hands tugging at your hair and squeezing your nipples.

the swordsman fucked you senseless; you couldn’t form a single coherent thought, your hands mindlessly roaming his skin, nails leaving scratches everywhere they touched.

until suddenly, zoro’s thrusts halted and a pained groan filled the room. his bandages had come loose from the sweat of your bodies, and you had unknowingly clawed at a wound on his arm. 

“oh my god, zoro, i’m so s—” instinctively, you began apologizing but when your eyes met zoro’s, you found a sickly pleasured look spread across his face.

oh my god, he totally has a pain kink.

you stared back at the wound in awe, eyeing the blood that trickled down his arm, and the blood on your own hand. without thinking, you raised your hand to lick the blood from your fingertips.

and do i have a fucking blood kink?

zoro brought your hand to his own lips, sucking them himself before giving you a cruel grin. “lemme hear those beautiful screams of yours again, will ya?”

he didn’t give you the chance to respond before resuming his violent thrusts, harder and faster than before. all you could do was scream and moan incoherently, his name and a spur of curses falling from your lips with every thrust.

your fingers clawed at his back as you fought to muffle your moans somehow. you could feel your legs giving out, shaking, as the knot in your stomach built up.

“ah- z-zoro. fuck, i’m-” your nails dug deeper into his back, earning a hiss from your lover. he thrust into you a little harder, “let me hear you cum for daddy, babe.” 

his hoarse voice made you weak, your legs giving out under you as your cum spilled around his cock. screams of both pain and pleasure escaped your lips, unable to handle his thrusts any longer, but he wasn’t slowing down. your eyes filled with tears as he fucked you through your orgasm, and into a second high. your moans, the sound of your skin slapping against his, and his muffled groans echoed through the room. 

his thrusts became more erratic as he reached his high, his cum spilling into you. “fuck y/n…” he moaned, your body collapsing onto his as he gave his last thrust. zoro wrapped his arms around you as he leaned back into the bed, both of you breathing heavily. 

“oh my god.” you said breathlessly, enjoying the bliss of your high. but as everything replayed in your head, you felt your face turn red and you hid your face in zoro’s chest. “oh my god.”

zoro laughed, knowing well enough the thoughts that filled your head, his arms holding you tighter. it wasn’t the first time you’d hoped the ground would swallow you whole after the haze of your arousal cleared your mind, leaving you burning red with shame. it was a reaction zoro never allowed you to wallow in for long. he planted a kiss on your forehead before pushing your chin up to look at him. “that was perfect.”

he kept his eyes locked on yours, reassuring you. zoro was never a man of many words (at least not when it came to expressing his emotions) but the love in his eyes and the tight grip of his arms around you, told you what he felt better than any words could. 

“i love you…” you whispered, planting a kiss on his chest. you still wanted to disappear into thin air, but disappearing into his arms was good enough.

“i love you too, y/n.” his words were quiet—confident, but quiet; it didn’t matter how many times he said the words, every time was like the first. not in that it made your heart flutter and filled your insides with warmth, but in that he still said them as carefully as the first time. like he was still afraid you’d laugh or reject him, even when you said it first. you held him tighter. 

the two of you laid together in silence, with him still inside you, as you enjoyed the comfort of each other’s warmth. you could hear the rest of the crew singing and laughing on deck. “oh my god, what if they could hear me?”

zoro let out a laugh much louder than the first,. “i doubt it. not over the ruckus they’re making.” he assured you, petting your hair softly. “wouldn’t hate it if they did, though. especially that damned cook.” 

“you can’t be serious.” zoro only smirked and shrugged in response. 

“we should take a bath. i feel icky.” you said while pulling out of him, your body aching in emptiness. zoro hummed in agreement. without another word, he stood up and tossed you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bathroom. 

you quietly screamed in protest. both of you were still naked and though the bathroom was only a few doors down, anyone from the crew might come and find you. you weren’t trying to have chopper wandering down and finding your bare butt in the air—or worse, sanji. but zoro ignored you, not bothering to rush either.

he drew a bath for the two of you, still ignoring your complaints as he laid you gently in the water. zoro sat with his back to you, your legs on either side of him like you’d done so many times before. you bathed in a comfortable silence. but as you washed over his wounds, you felt him tense up and heard a quiet hiss from his lips. “promise me you won’t go picking fights before your wounds heal,” you whispered, leaving a small kiss on his shoulder. “i don’t actually like seeing you in pain. and i know you’re strong, but i’d be lying if i said i don’t feel a little scared every time… even if you look hot.”

zoro chuckled, and although you thought he’d argue with you and assure you there was nothing to worry about, he agreed. “i promise.” 

“thank you.” you smiled. “i’m going to go change. i’ll bring clothes and bandages for you.”

as you stepped out of the water, you were thankful zoro had carried you there; your legs were weak and you weren’t sure you could walk straight. you turned to zoro before taking another step. he’d leaned back, his eyes shut, but the smirk on his face told you he knew you were struggling. ignoring him, you wrapped yourself in a towel and rushed out, your legs shaking slightly with every step. 

you changed into a long skirt and cropped tank top that were folded among zoro’s clothes. his room was closer to the bathroom, and you’d learned to keep a change of clothes in there for times like this. after grabbing some clothes for zoro and swiping some bandages from chopper’s room, you walked back, taking your time as your legs still ached—but a loud scream from the bathroom made you run. you almost fell over as you rushed in, only to find chopper scolding zoro for not being in bed and questioning why the wound on his arm looked worse and why there were so many more scratches on his body. 

“it was a kitten. snuck on board.” zoro lied, eyeing you smugly. 

“y/n! is that true? are all those marks on you from the kitten too?” chopper questioned, approaching you with worry in his eyes. 

“mhm! yea. it was a cat… here, i brought some more bandages for zoro!” your face burned a bright shade of red. you’d never been a good liar, but thankfully chopper didn’t question any further beyond asking if you were okay. but the rest of the crew wouldn’t be so oblivious or easily fooled (minus, perhaps, the captain). chopper treated to zoro’s wounds, suggesting the two of you join the fun upstairs, especially since zoro couldn’t seem to stay out of trouble anyway. “thanks chopper, we’ll head up there in a bit.”

as soon as chopper had left, you turned to glare at zoro. “you are piggy-backing me to my room to get a sweater to cover up and up to the deck.” 

“why’s that? don’t you have legs?” zoro remarked, not bothering to hide the grin on his face. 

“shut up, roronoa. you know exactly why.” 

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Could you perhaps do a zoro x f!reader, where zoro finds out about the readers past lover and gets jealous

(I would prefer the ex be a girl, I would really love to see a bi reader, but if you can't no worries!)

Anyways the reader and their ex get along after not seeing each other for so long and everyone in the crew seems to enjoy their company but zoro is jealous that the readers ex lover is "flirting" with the reader. You could make it NSFW by making zoro "claim" the reader out of jealousy in the end, or it could be SFW with a cute fluffy end up to you

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 | roronoa zoro

1.940 words

content: bi!reader; sfw / fluff; zoro notices more than you think. he’s subtle with his love and that includes paying attention to the little things, noticing when something’s bothering you or when you’re hiding something.

notes: thank you for the request, anon! i’m kind of really proud of this piece and i really enjoyed writing it. might do an nsfw pt. 2 ;)

zoro noticed something was up the second the next island was decided upon and you reacted with a feigned enthusiasm you presumed would go unnoticed. you forced a smile before slipping away, thinking no one would notice your absence. 

and when he approached you, with the intent of asking if everything was okay, he felt you stiffen at his touch. it was only for a moment, before you leaned into him, resting your head on his chest and seeking comfort in his arms. your eyes remained lost in a seemingly disconcerting thought.  

rather than press you with questions, the swordsman simply held you closer and quietly comforted you, not minding that he hadn’t a clue as to what might be bothering you. if all you needed was to be held, then that’s what he would do. the brute could be gentle that way. 

zoro noticed you were hiding something — or hiding from something — by the way you avoided setting foot on the island with a new excuse each day. as convincing as your excuses might have been, he saw the worry in your eyes. 

it didn’t stop him from asking you to keep him company (or keep him from getting lost), but he wasn't insistent. if you weren’t up to it, then he respected your decision — whatever the reason behind it may be — and would plant a gentle kiss on your forehead before leaving. 

zoro could see that there was something off about the way you smiled at your old friend. he noticed how you froze when you saw her return with luffy, and saw the storm of emotions in your eyes when they met hers — a whirlpool of pain, reluctance, joy… and affection. 

he saw how at the turn of a page you’d stepped into a comfortable familiarity with one another, despite the awkward air of your reunion. 

he noticed you laugh a little too hard at her jokes. 

he saw how your cheeks flushed pink at her compliments. 

and in your eyes, he saw a ghost of the look he’d thought you reserved only for him. 

zoro was too attentive not to notice these things in you, and while he couldn’t deny that they made him act defensively — reaching for your hand or resting his on your thigh or your waist whenever possible; kissing you in front of the crew (and in front of her) despite normally only being affectionate in private — it wasn’t your actions that filled him with jealousy; it was her shameless flirting. 

it was the way her hand touched your arm or brushed against yours; the cocky smirks in your direction; the praises she sang you; the persistent reminders of your history together; the insinuations that she knew you better. 

you caught on to his jealousy easily enough, but you tried to ignore it; you tried to pretend it would pass if you gave him some time, hoped that once he got to know her better his coldness towards her might subside. but it didn’t. and instead he began directing it towards you too. 

in public, he acted as if everything was fine, albeit still somewhat possessive; but when it was only the two of you, he constantly denied you his attention with the excuse that he was busy. 

“what is with you lately? you’ve been avoiding me all day. for days.” you tried to conceal the hurt in your voice, but it was useless. 

the swordsman gave no sign of having heard you, continuing his workout without the slightest acknowledgment of your presence. but you noticed the subtle shift in his movement, the tension in his muscles as he fought to ignore you; how he shut his eyes as he fought the urge to look at you. 

“if you’re jealous you could say so instead of being an ass to me for no reason, you know?” 

jealous. of course he was jealous. you were spending your time with a girl who knew things about you that he didn’t; who made you blush and giggle like a schoolgirl; who you looked at with fondness. as clueless as the swordsman could be when it came to his emotions, he wasn’t so dumb he didn’t realize he was jealous, but he was too stubborn to admit it out loud and too prideful to sit and hear you say it for him. 

“who could i be jealous of? your friend?” he dropped the heavy weights he’d been benching, finally sitting up to face you. the pain written on your face was almost enough to make him regret his accusatory tone, but couldn’t you see that he was hurting too?

“zoro…” 

“why didn’t you tell me?” 

it wasn’t like you were hiding that you had a history with this girl. you’d briefly mentioned to the rest of the crew that she was your ex, later giving nami and robin a detailed recount of your relationship — but telling zoro was…different. 

you moved towards your boyfriend, praying he wouldn’t push you away as you sat on his lap, your legs on either side of him, like you’d done a million times before. and he didn’t, but his hands didn’t move to hold you either. 

“i was scared to,” you whispered, so quietly that if you weren’t so close to him, he wouldn’t have heard you. zoro could see the fear and anxiety in your eyes as they avoided his, saw how your hands trembled, and heard the nervousness that overwhelmed your voice. 

his hands settled on your waist, like they’d done a million times before, and you met his eyes. there was still a hint of pain in them, but the coldness in them was gone. 

“i was scared you’d see me differently. that you’d- that we’d change if you knew that i like girls too…” 

zoro’s hands moved to cup your cheeks, his hands warm against your skin. “are you stupid?” 

you moved to slap him playfully, laughing in spite of the tears that had threatened to fall on your cheeks and the loud beating of your heart in your chest, but he caught your hand. he pressed his lips to your palm, then your shoulder, before enveloping you in his arms and pulling you in for a long, loving kiss. 

“i don’t give a shit who you’ve loved before or who you’re attracted to,” zoro said, not taking his eyes off yours. “as long as it’s not eyebrows.”

“well sanji is a little-”

“don’t.” 

zoro leaned forward, resting his head in the crook of your neck. “all i need is for you to love me.” 

this time it was his words that were almost too quiet to be heard. after all, talking about his feelings wasn’t the swordsman’s strong suit. 

“i love you more than i have ever loved anybody, zoro. you don’t need to be jealous of anyone.” you ran your fingers through zoro’s soft green hair as you talked, not wanting to move away from him anytime soon. 

“still can’t stand her, so don’t expect me to be nice to her,” zoro said, his voice muffled against your chest. feeling your chest rise and fall as you giggled at his remark, he pulled back from your touch, giving you a glare that said, ‘i mean it — don’t test me.’ 

“she’s nice, zoro,” you said, resting your hands behind his neck. “well, as nice as a girl who broke my heart can be...” 

you laughed softly at your own comment, but the swordsman only scowled, seeing it as yet another reason not to like her. 

“ok. could you at least tell me why you don’t like her?” 

“for starters, she won’t stop flirting with you.” 

you fought back a laugh, earning you another harsh glare from your boyfriend to which you responded with a soft kiss to his nose. 

“she’s not flirting, zoro. she’s just cocky...like someone else i know,” you teased. “and frankly, i think she does it because she’s jealous of you.” 

“jealous of me?” zoro tried to appear disinterested, but couldn’t help but perk up at the thought.

“yea, why wouldn’t she be? you’re my boyfriend,” you squeezed zoro’s cheek as you talked, knowing he hates it. “my hot boyfriend,” you add, lowering your voice, letting your hands wander over his arms. “my hot, muscular boyfriend who can lift me like a feather.” 

zoro smirked at your words, never growing tired of hearing you fuel his ego. his hands trailed down to your thighs, pulling you closer to him. 

“and your tits are bigger than hers,” you smiled, resting your hands on his chest. zoro only rolled his eyes in response. 

“you’re the one i don’t shut up about.” you pressed a kiss to his temple, then below his eye, on his cheek… and finally, to his lips. “and you’re the one i left with…”

“the one you left with?” zoro repeated, raising an eyebrow. 

you opened your mouth to speak several times, unsure of how you might explain, or whether you wanted to at all. 

she left you. not the other way around. she’d made the decision to leave the island, not caring whether you left with her or not — knowing you didn’t have it in you to leave home, but…

you’d left with zoro. you knew it had to hurt; to see you with him — on a pirate crew, no less — after you’d refused to leave with her. 

“we broke up because i didn’t want to leave our village with her. she wanted to see the world, but i didn’t want to go…” your heart still ached remembering the pain of her departure. your hand searched for zoro’s, intertwining your fingers with his. you didn’t want to ever lose zoro that way; you wouldn’t — because you would never let him go alone. you’d follow him into the pits of hell if you had to. 

for him, you’d do what you hadn’t been willing to do for her. 

“i left with you, zoro. i didn‘t with her.” you couldn’t help but feel guilty as the words left your mouth. 

zoro was quiet for a moment, holding your hand in his own as he processed what you’d said. 

“you didn’t leave for me, though, did you? it was for luffy… and for your own reasons.” 

you blushed profusely at his question. you couldn’t believe that was what he’d gathered from your confession. it was true, that you’d left to follow your own dream, and that luffy was far too stubborn (and far too convincing) to say no to. but it would have been a lie if you claimed the swordsman had played no role in your decision. 

“it was for luffy. and for me… but there was a certain attractive, gentle, and caring swordsman who convinced me to go. said he wouldn’t mind having me around…” 

the cocky grin on zoro’s face was enough to tell you his ego was soaring, but you had little intention of letting it stay that way. 

“…and there were these two smart, gorgeous girls. and the sweetest, most adorable talking reindeer. and the cutest, flirty coo-”

“that’s enough,” the swordsman cut you off, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

seeing the way your eyes lit up and that cheerful, contagious smile of yours, the annoyed expression on zoro’s face didn’t last long. especially not when he noticed that look in your eyes — the one reserved only for him; the one he would never let fade into the ghost of something that had once been — with those doe eyes that told him everything you felt for him. the look that told him you would never let it fade into a ghost either. 

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“IT’S FORCED CONFORMING; THAT’S WHAT’S KILLING THE KIDS.” | EDDIE MUNSON

1.765 words

CONTENT: Eddie Munson might be the school freak, but you can never seem to hold back the smile that tugs at your lips when you see him stepping on his soapbox (the lunchtables) from across the cafeteria; fluff; fem!reader; no plot rlly just lots of feelings for my boi.

NOTES: got eddie munson brainrot from this gifset by @his-name-is-ed and i was left with no choice but to write this. might write a part two.

Eddie Munson had been a senior for nearly as long as you’d been in high school. Of the first things you learned about survival at Hawkins High was to pay little mind to the social reject. It’s what everyone did. It’s what anyone with any sense was expected to do. He was strange; that was the general consensus on Eddie Munson and you’d accepted it as the truth. You ignored him like everyone else did. Until you didn’t. 

It wasn’t until he was held back a second time, making him a senior of the Class of ‘86 like you, that you started to take notice of him. It started with quiet laughs at his remarks in class. Then, you started finding yourself contemplating certain things he said, replaying his words in your head long after he’d uttered them. They were things that made sense, but you’d never bothered to think about before. You didn’t think anyone had bothered to think about them before. At least not anyone in Hawkins. 

You figured Eddie wasn’t a weirdo, per se — just different. 

Still, you couldn’t be caught dead giving Munson the Freak the light of day, so you went on ignoring him as best you could. Until you realized that that was harder than it’d once been because the more you listened to him — the more you watched him — the more you realized everyone else was wrong. 

Eddie Munson wasn’t a freak. He was outspoken in a way that made people uneasy — that’s all. 

You still avoided showing interest in anything he had to say, avoided acknowledging his existence, but your eyes often wandered to him. And when he talked, you couldn’t help but listen. Sometimes, you couldn’t help but smile, too.

“What is his problem?” 

These words pull you out of your thoughts, and while the rest of your friends turn their heads in Eddie’s direction, you pretend you haven’t been looking that way all along, trying to play it off like you could care less what he’s up to. 

“Don’t know,” your friend turns to look at you as she speaks, a teasing smile tugging at her lips, “but whatever it is, Y/N seems to be into it. She hasn’t stopped staring at him. It’s like she’s eating him for lunch instead of those tater tots.”

At this, your friends are all turn to stare at you. “I am not into Eddie Munson,” you jump to defend yourself, poking at the food in front of you, “and I’m not… staring.” You talk fast, trying not to think too hard about the sudden attention on you.  “ — and he doesn’t have a ‘problem’ either. I have a few classes with him and he’s really not as bad as everyone makes him seem.” 

The table goes quiet and for a moment you think you’ve said too much, until your friend speaks up beside you, her eyes still on Eddie Munson. “You know, he’s kinda cute? In his own, weird, kind of way.”

To your surprise, your friends mumble in agreement. “I think I see what you mean,” you respond. You try to sound like you’re making the realization along with her; like you haven’t been dwelling on the thought for weeks. 

Against your better judgment, you glance back to where Eddie sits once more and his eyes meet yours. He gives you a sweet smile and you turn away. 

.

As much as you try to push Eddie Munson out of your mind, he’s hard to forget and harder to ignore. It feels like whenever he’s around, you can’t focus on anything else. As hard as you try to redirect your attention to anywhere else (your teacher, for instance), your eyes always wander to where he sits, bouncing his leg while he doodles in the margins of his textbook. 

Eddie always leaves you with something to wonder about when he’s not around, too. 

If you’re not left thinking about something he said, you’re wondering how he can have such a devilishly innocent grin. How is it that his smile says “I’m up to no good” and “I wouldn’t hurt a fly” at the same time? 

You wonder if the twinkle in his eyes adds to the mischief or the innocence in his smile, or if it’s a little bit of both. You wonder why he likes his hair so long; whether the chains on the sleeve of his leather jacket were there when he bought it or if it’s an addition of his own; what each of his tattoos means to him; whether he has any more you haven’t seen…

You wonder whether he remembers your name and what he thinks of you, if anything. You think about little ways to get his attention — like dropping your pencil in front of him in hopes that he’ll pick it up for you, frowning when Jason Carver does instead — and wonder why you care at all. 

You don’t want to admit it’s a crush — you can’t have a crush on Eddie Munson, of all people — but how else do you explain the beat your heart skips when he smiles and the time you waste coming up with a hundred and one excuses to talk to him? Not that you ever do. 

-

At the end of everyday, you walk past Eddie in the parking lot, racking your brain for anything to say to him. Usually, the most you can muster is a shy smile as you rush past him, ears blushing red when he smiles back. 

It isn’t until you see him walking alongside Mike Wheeler that you come up with a solid excuse to walk up to him. 

You don’t waste a second, knowing that if you stop to think about it you’ll wimp out and lose your chance. So, feigning confidence and ignoring the loud beating of your heart in your chest, you march towards them. “Hi, boys! Sorry to interrupt.” 

“No apologies necessary, milady,” Eddie says, smiling as he bows his head to you. As endearing as it is, you turn to Mike in an attempt to appear indifferent, but the blush that flushes your cheeks and the smile you fail to hide give you away. You could swear you see Eddie smirk at you out of the corner of your eye, but you’re not bold enough to look. 

“I just wanted to ask if you could return this to Nancy for me.” You dig through your bag for a book you borrowed from Nancy Wheeler weeks ago, handing it to Mike. He mumbles a quick, “Yeah, no problem,” as he eyes Eddie — who has yet to take his eyes off of you — in confusion. You can feel Eddie’s eyes on you and you questionwhether walking over without a plan was your brightest idea. 

“Thanks, Wheeler.” You glance at Eddie for only a second before turning back to Mike, afraid you’ll lose your composure if you meet his big brown eyes. “Cool shirts by the way.” 

You turn to go, though not before you work up the courage to give Eddie a small smile; your eyes linger on him for what you worry is a moment too long. 

There are a dozen thoughts running through your head as you start to walk away. You worry that you might’ve interrupted an important conversation, that you might have annoyed Eddie more than he let on. You wonder whether anything you said sounded stupid or silly. You question if you should have said more to Eddie, if he might think you were ignoring him because you see him the same way everyone else does, or if he’s noticed the way you look at him and knows how you feel about him. 

You don't take more than a few steps forward when you trip over your own feet and fall. 

“I’m O.K.” You rush to stand up, but Eddie is already behind you, holding your arm as he helps you up. 

“You’re bleeding,” Eddie points out, frowning as he looks down at your knee. 

“It’s only a scratch,” you reassure him, but he doesn’t look convinced. “I’m fine, I promise.” Eddie smiles, joyfully bemused by your insistence. Looking into his eyes, you realize you’ve definitely lost your composure now. 

“Well, fine or not, let me give you a ride home, will you? Wouldn’t want you limping home in this heat.” 

You can only manage a quiet, “‘Kay,” your voice lost in throat. It felt silly, how small you felt under Eddie’s gaze but you couldn’t help it.

“A ride in what? Your bicycle?” You notice Eddie’s ears turn red at Mike’s words and you hold back a giggle. “And what heat…you’re wearing a jacket!” 

“Shut it, Wheeler, who asked you?” Eddie says without looking at Mike. He avoids your eyes too for a second. When he finally turns to you again there’s a sheepish grin on his face and you can’t keep yourself from giggling anymore. 

You ride home on the back of Eddie’s bike and for once you’re not worrying that someone will see you being friendly to Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson. You’re too nervous (and giddy) to worry about anything other than making sure you don’t fall over. 

There’s a comfortable silence the whole way home, save for Eddie humming here and there. It’s as if you’re childhood friends rather than classmates who’ve rarely spoken to one another — and you’re grateful for it because it makes it easier to act on your impulses. Before stepping off the pegs of his bike, you lean forward and press a kiss to Eddie’s cheek. “Thanks, Munson.” 

You make a run for the front door before he can respond. Not that he would have been able to say anything at all; you left him too dumbfounded to speak, his heart racing in his chest. See, Eddie Munson knew you were pretty. Anyone with eyes could surely attest to that. The smiles you sent his way when you crossed paths never failed to make his day and, shit, he looked forward to them most days. He knew that, despite not knowing you too well, he liked being near you. He knew he liked the sound of your voice and it thrilled him to hear you laugh at his commentary in class.

Eddie Munson was blissfully unaware that any of that suggested he had a crush until that little kiss on the cheek hit him with the realization, but by then it wasn’t a simple crush anymore.

That simple kiss left Eddie whipped, head over heels for you.

-

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hi! can i ask you for make a fic where y/n or zoro or both of them drink/eat something with aphrodisiac? what you find the best!

𝐩𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞

2.493 words

content / warnings: nsfw+fluff, oral m/f receiving, afab reader

notes: i kind of rushed the end… i don’t know how i feel about it, but hopefully it’s good. in theory, i loved this concept and i really enjoyed writing it. thank you for the request <3 !!

“there ain’t a thing on this island but green and ruins.”

zoro returned to you less than a half hour after he’d gone off to explore this island. you were hesitant to let him go on his own despite his promise not to stray too far from the ship — this was zoro, after all — but the swordsman was stubborn, and someone had to stay behind and keep watch on the ship. you thanked the gods he’d made it back to you without getting lost.

“robin must be loving it here,” you said.

zoro hummed in agreement, moving to stand beside you as you leaned over the ship’s railing, watching the clear blue water. green and ruins and all, the isle was breathtaking.

you stiffened at zoro’s proximity, his presence instantly consuming all of your senses. it was becoming increasingly difficult to bear being near the swordsman. for the past month, whenever he was near you, all you could think of was your desire to feel him close to you. to have his warm body pressed to yours, as he pinned you against a wall and did as he pleased with you. ever since that night, you’d become hyper-aware of his scent, the subtlest of his movements, the quietest of his grunts and groans, and even the slightest outline of his—

“brought you these.” the swordsman held out a pair of pomegranates. you tried not to dwell too much on the way the large fruits fit perfectly in one hand.

“pomegranates! you remembered?”

zoro only gave a small smile in response, pleased to see the twinkle in your eyes as you held the fruit in your delicate hands. he vaguely remembered you mentioning a love for pomegranates and a dismay in the the scarcity of the fruit on most islands. frankly, he hadn’t been quite sure whether it was pomegranates you had expressed a liking of or if it had been some other fruit, but when he saw the tree he was immediately reminded of you.

“y’know what these ‘ll be good with?”

“sake.”

“chocolate.” you said, rolling your eyes. “i saw sanji making a sauce yesterday. so there should be some in the kitchen.”

zoro followed along, his eyes not missing the glimpse the lift of your tiny skirt offered as you gleefully skipped to the kitchen. once you found the chocolate, you brought it to the counter along with a bottle of sake.

“for you,” you said, handing zoro the bottle before cutting open the pomegranate. zoro didn’t waste a second in taking a long sip of his sake.

“where’d you get this bottle from?” zoro questioned, finding the taste to be more enticing than usual.

“the fridge. where it always is.” you thought little of his question, dipping a single pomegranate seed in the sweet chocolate before bringing it to your lips. you hadn’t had a taste of your favorite fruit in ages, but it was more delicious than you remembered.

you reached for more, but froze at the feeling of zoro’s hands grasping your bare waist. with half-lidded eyes, he lifted you onto the counter and positioned himself between your legs, resisting the overwhelming urge to touch and taste every inch of you.

instead, he took another swig of sake, resting one hand on your thigh and using the other to bring another chocolatey pomegranate seed to your mouth. the tips of his fingers, you noticed, had chocolate on them too. without thinking, you took them in your mouth, licking and sucking them clean.

why did i do that? and why did you feel so heated all of a sudden? was i this wet before?

the conscious part of you questioned whether you should stop this — there was a reason the two of you had chosen to act like nothing had happened between you before; but your body acted on its own, feeding zoro seeds and letting him gently suck your fingers.

“pomegranates are a forbidden fruit…” you said, mindlessly. your breathing was heavy, though you weren’t sure why.

“like a devil fruit?” zoro’s hand inched closer to your heat. “no.” you laughed softly at his idiotic comment, reaching to touch his cheek. “like in the stories. the ancient goddess who was kidnapped by the king of hell. she ate a single pomegranate seed and he trapped her in the underworld.”

“kidnapped by the king of hell, huh?” he smirked, turning his head toward your hand and pressing a kiss to it. “well as long as it’s not a devil fruit.”

zoro knew as well as you did that dating a crew mate could be messy, but all he could think of as his hand moved further up your skirt was his need to taste your lips. as his thumb began to stroke through your soaked panties, he shoved his tongue in your mouth and you could swear that this alone made you cum.

you whined when he pulled away to finish his drink. the second his lips left the bottle you brought them back to yours. you had never been fond of the taste of sake, but on zoro…

“tastes so good…” you mumbled, drunk on your lover and the feeling of his hands roaming your sensitive body. when his lips left yours again it was to leave open mouthed kisses and rough bites down your neck and upper chest. zoro’s hands swiftly untied the straps of your top, letting him take your breast in his mouth and provoking a series of soft whines from you.

you ached to touch him, but the swordsman pressed you back against the countertop as he made his way down your body and ripped off your soft pink panties. placing your legs over his shoulders, he swept his tongue along your core before shoving it inside you.

you’d imagined before how adept the swordsman must be with his mouth, but none of your dirtiest fantasies could have prepared you for the bliss he made you feel with just his tongue, and nothing could contain the noises that escaped you, none of them coherent except the screaming of his name. your thighs squeezed against him as you felt wave after wave of ecstasy shoot through your body.

“fuck.” you cried. “zoro- i need you-”

although you could hardly stand, the swordsman swiftly brought you to your feet and turned you around, squeezing your ass before roughly bending you over, your breasts pressing against the cold counter.

“i missed this pretty little cunt.” he said, teasing you with his cock as he traced it slowly along your dripping heat. your thighs twitched at the feeling. he hadn’t bothered to remove your skirt, thoroughly enjoying the sight of it hiked up. “lemme see it dripping with my cum.”

“please,” you begged, not being able to handle another second without his thick hard cock buried inside you. you thrust your hips back desperately at the feeling of his tip teasing your entrance. “zoro, please, please fuck me.”

how could he not oblige your sweet soft moans?

zoro thrust into you without warning, his pace quick and rough. you felt your body tremble with every thrust, and the whimpers you made only encouraged zoro’s relentless thrusts. if he could see your fucked out face — tearful eyes and drooling mouth — it would surely send him over the edge.

“zoro! i- i’m—” you couldn’t finish your sentence, the pleasure of your orgasm overwhelming you, but zoro fucked you through it, his pace unwavering as he stroked your clit with one hand and held you in place with the other, provoking a second orgasm before you’d recovered from the first. he pulled out momentarily only to see you squirt, making a mess of sanji’s kitchen, but otherwise maintained the same rough pace. you felt as if you might black out at any moment, but you begged him to keep going.

“good girl.” zoro smirked. “let me fill that pretty pussy of yours.”

it wasn’t long before the sensation of his seed filling your insides pushed you over the edge once more, your moans and zoro’s groans echoing through the kitchen.

when he pulled out, you let yourself fall to the floor, unable to hold yourself up any longer, but this put you at eye level with his cock. zoro found himself getting hard again from simply eyeing you in that position.

“let me taste you.” you whispered, taking his length in your hands and licking slowly, the taste of your arousals coating him. zoro took a step back, taking a seat before signaling you to him. you eagerly took him in your mouth, pleased by the sounds that escaped the swordsman’s lips and the gentleness of his fingers in your hair. you let him control your pace and as he pushed your head lightly, savoring the feeling of your lips wrapped around him, you looked up at him innocently and moaned a soft “mmm…”

“fuck y/n. you feel so damn good.”

his hand moved to caress your cheek, smirking at the sight of you before whispering a coarse, “come here.”

you obliged, though struggling to come to your feet, and the swordsman pulled you onto his lap.

“i wasn’t done,” you whined quietly, pressing your forehead against his.

“shh. just sit still and look pretty, will ya?” zoro said, taking your breast in his mouth while he positioned you over his length, a hand on your hips.

it didn’t matter that you were on top, zoro was still the one setting the pace but you didn’t mind one bit. he could have his way with you any way he wanted to. this time, however, the swordsman was slow and gentle; and when he brought his lips to yours, the kiss was just as soft.

“i love you, woman.”

you froze at his words, feeling a deep blush flushing your cheeks. but before you could respond, you felt the swordsman fill you to the brim, his movements becoming hastier. your own body melted at the feeling, your nails digging into his back, singing beautiful moans into his ear as your own high took over.

“i love you, too,” you whispered, collapsing in his arms.

“we’re a mess,” you mumbled once you finally caught your breath. your clothes had only been half removed, and you were both sweaty and sticky. without another word, zoro tossed you over his shoulder and carried you to the bathroom with your ass on full display. you could only pray no one in the crew had returned yet.

after setting you in the bathtub, zoro kissed your forehead and left to bring you clothes, leaving you to ponder what the aftermath of this whole thing might be.

you loved zoro — of this you were certain. but admitting it meant accepting the risk of losing him. what might happen if you grew tired of one another? if either of you fell out of love? what had gotten into you?

you tried to push everything out of your mind. when zoro returned, you were already wrapping yourself in a towel. you quietly thanked him for the clothes and changed into it quickly. it was silly of you to be shy before him after everything, but you couldn’t help it.

“this… isn’t mine?” you commented after slipping on a shirt that you were practically swimming in.

“yea. but i figured you’d look good in it,” zoro smirked, stealing a kiss from you before slipping into the bathtub himself.

“i- i’m going to go clean the kitchen.”

you rushed out of the bathroom and made your way into the kitchen, which seemed messier than you’d recalled. groaning, you grabbed a mop and some rags but you froze when you spotted the half-eaten pomegranate on the table. could it have been—? no, that’s ridiculous.

by the time zoro made his way back to the kitchen, you’d finished cleaning up. you thought about reprimanding him for leaving you to clean by yourself but before you could say anything he lifted you onto the counter again and kissed you.

when he pulled away, all you could think to do anymore was admire his features — his sleepy eyes, soft tanned skin, and the subtle smile on his lips.

“i meant it.” you spoke. “when i said i love you…” you paused to think about what more to say, a lingering “but” hanging in the air.

“what makes you think i didn’t?” zoro replied before you could say anything more, noticing the pensive look on your face. “don’t you think this-” he pressed a soft but passionate kiss to your lips. “-is better than holding our breaths every time we’re near each other?”

you nodded, though hesitantly. you thought about telling him you were afraid. afraid of losing him. afraid of hurting him. but as you opened your mouth to speak, your loud-mouthed captain barged in smiling widely as he told you how cool the island was and how you have to come see it.

the rest of the crew strolled in after him. they were not oblivious to the way the swordsman’s arms were wrapped around you or that the oversized shirt you wore clearly didn’t belong to you. zoro smirked at the cook, whose brows furrowed in indignation. nami, on the other hand, simply winked at you, bringing a deep blush to your cheeks and producing a giggle from robin.

“ooh! what’s this?” luffy exclaimed, reaching for your pomegranate.

“wait, don’t eat that!” as ridiculous as it seemed, you could have sworn the fruit had made you feel… strange, to say the least. luffy disregarded your words and took a bite anyway.

“oi! that ain’t yours,” zoro chided, punching luffy over the head.

“hey, that hurt!” luffy brought his hands up to his head, rubbing his head, muttering, “it’s not even that good anyway…”

“where’d you get those?” robin questioned. she had a pensive look on her face, like she knew something you didn’t and wanted to confirm it.

“a tree by a creek and some ruins,” zoro shrugged, not thinking much of her question.

“i thought so. those ruins were once a temple,” robin said. “that tree must’ve been planted as an offering to the goddess.”

“what kind of goddess?” you asked, eliciting another giggle from the woman. “a goddess of love.”

blushing, you turned your attention back to luffy, who had a finger in his nose as he pestered sanji for food. you could swear the pomegranate had an intoxicating taste to it, something that had made you lustful and had left your skin sensitive to zoro’s touch. yet luffy seemed perfectly normal.

perhaps, the goddess had been after you specifically.

that’s definitely ridiculous.

“let’s hope the goddess isn’t mad you stole her fruit,” you smiled, running your fingers through the swordsman’s hair. whether some goddess had meddled in your lives or not, you were thankful for the mosshead you had in front of you.

“i think she made me do it.”

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Zoro x reader NSFW! S/O is opposite of Zoro, being sweet and gentle and the nurse of the crew. To get stronger, she’s been training heavily in martial arts and/or swords to the point of throwing up/fainting. She never wins against Zoro, but her kind nature and unwillingness to give up won his heart and makes him protective of her. Also vulnerable to her innocent nature. One way to get her to forcibly rest is through “special sessions.” Degradation, corruption, maybe BDSM kink?

𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 — roronoa zoro

4.373 words

content / warnings: fluff+nsfw, fem. reader, virgin!reader, unprotected, slight degradation/corruption/bondage, oral (m&f receiving)

note: i got kinda carried away with the expositional fluff? and it’s longer than i expected. i hope that's okay. i don't know if i did your request justice, especially in the kinks, but i tried my best. i hope you enjoy! thank you for the request <3

zoro was drawn to you from the moment you joined the crew. he couldn’t quite figure out what it was that made him gravitate towards you, what made him want to keep you company while you scoured a new village for supplies (chopper often tagging along), or stay back with you on the ship when you didn’t feel like leaving the safety of the thousand sunny. he didn’t quite know why he always wanted to be around you, but he didn’t question it either.

he enjoyed your presence; it comforted him. that’s all he knew, and all that mattered to him.

he liked witnessing the kindness with which you treated everyone you came across. you smiled warmly at everyone you met and made new friends with an ease that rivaled your captain’s.

it seemed effortless, the way you could brighten the day of anyone you crossed paths with.

chopper always said his dream was to be a doctor who could cure any illness. his philosophy was that as a doctor, it was his duty to treat any innocent person suffering from any ailment. zoro could see that as the straw hat’s nurse, you shared chopper’s dreams and philosophy but you were devoted to something beyond curing illnesses or wounds; you wanted to cure the pain in people’s hearts.

and maybe that was the reason zoro was drawn to you the way he was; maybe, he hoped you could cure the pain in his heart too. he’d seen you kiss the wounds of crying children and make them forget they were feeling any pain. you’d smile at them brightly and within seconds your warmth would spread to them, and they’d return the smile just as brightly.

zoro needed your warmth. as silly as it felt if he thought about it for too long, he had a theory you’d eaten some kind of devil fruit. it was the only way he could manage to explain the surreal light you effortlessly radiated. (it was a ridiculous theory; he was well aware of this, but that didn’t keep him from becoming protective of you any time you were too close to some body of water.) to him, your warmth and light was like a superpower, and it kept him sane.

but you didn’t see the worth in it. it made you vulnerable, easy to fool and take advantage of. before you joined the straw hats, you didn’t know what it was like to have real friends. everyone you had ever known, everyone you’d ever let close to you, had only used you. you didn’t let it change you, but you’d built walls around your heart; you’d accepted your fate, accepted that caring for others meant you would likely end up disappointed and hurt.

it didn’t matter to you. no, you still wanted to help people, to make them happy, even if doing so chipped away at your own joy little by little until you were a shell of the genuine, loving person you were before.

that was until the straw hats saved you. they reminded you what it felt like to receive that same kind of love you gave. luffy’s smile warmed your heart—made you feel complete—like the thousand sunny was where you belonged. his unwavering devotion to you as a member of his crew—as his friend—was something you’d never thought you would be deserving of.

but you did deserve it. the crew made sure you knew this. after spending your whole life giving and giving and giving, the straw hats showed you what it was like to be the one who felt loved and cared for for once; they showed you what it was like to have a family.

nami would listen to you with the same attentiveness you gave to her. robin offered you more advice and wisdom than anyone you’d ever known before, often without needing to ask for it. sanji cared for you with the same gentleness you treated him with, always reminding you to eat when you were caught up with something in the sick bay. chopper was equally if not more attentive, ensuring that you never overworked yourself. he was always the first to notice when you were feeling down. and when he knew you were upset, franky would build you little trinkets to cheer you up. usopp and luffy, too, brought more smiles to your face than you could ever thank them for…

and zoro… he showed his love for you in the best way he knew how to: by protecting you.

there was no doubt in your mind that this was where you belonged. with the straw hats.

but sometimes it felt like all you ever brought them was trouble.

you were weak. those who sought the bounties on your crewmates’ heads saw you as the easy target, as someone they could use as bait. and you’d been tricked, endangering yourself and the crew, more times than you wanted to remember. you were thankful that zoro was almost always at your side, but you didn’t want to have to rely on him all of the time.

so, you trained. hard.

you spent hours of your day working to get stronger, pushing yourself to your furthest limits. whenever the crew was docked at a new island, you stayed on the ship. most of your days were spent in the crow’s nest working out until you couldn’t lift a finger.

zoro always stayed with you, not only to help you train but to make sure that you didn’t push yourself too far. being sweet and gentle didn’t make you less stubborn. he’d carried you to the infirmary, passed out or nauseous because you’d forgotten to eat, more times than he could count.

as much as your stubbornness annoyed him, the swordsman admired your determination. he’d never seen anyone push themselves as hard as you did. and like everything else you did, you did it out of love, out of a desire to protect your nakama. while zoro could understand this desire, he couldn’t understand how you managed—how you could be so selfless as to step so far out of your comfort zone for the people you loved. but it didn’t surprise him. what more could he expect from someone with a heart of gold like yours?

it was one of the many things that drove him crazy about you, that made him want to be around you whenever he could. on some days, all he did was lie asleep in a corner while you trained, opening his eyes to steal a glance at you.

and he loved to watch you. you, who in all of your innocence, thought nothing of stretching or squatting with your back to zoro. no, you were too innocent to realize what you were doing or the dark lust it provoked in zoro’s eyes.

“god, i’m thirsty,” you groaned, laying on the floor beside zoro with your feet pressed against the wall he leaned on. he watched your chest rise and fall as you caught your breath. your skin glistened with sweat. with you lying so close to him all he could think about was running his hands along your body, exploring every inch of you.

as your breathing slowed, he could tell you were about to get back up despite it being clear that you were exhausted. aware that you had reached your limit, he stopped you. “mind if i help you?”

his hand rested on your calf and his touch caused your heart to flutter. “not at all,” you replied, giving him a small smile.

you sat up, thinking nothing of the subtle smirk on zoro’s lips until he pressed you back down against the cold floor, hovering over you. your heart raced as you stared up at him in confusion. “zoro- what are you-”

“y/n. you trust me, don’t you?” his voice was gentle enough to calm you—of course you trusted him—though you didn’t think you could move a finger without your hands shaking.

briefly, you questioned whether you should push him off. a part of you realized helping you train wasn’t what he had in mind, but you weren’t done yet. you needed to push yourself just a little more. you knew you could, but frankly, how could you care about something like that with zoro so close to you. you nodded slowly, unsure if you could find your voice with zoro’s eyes fixed on you and his arms trapping you under him, but you managed a soft whisper. “i trust you, zoro.”

“good.” the swordsman leaned forward, and you tensed up feeling his warm breath on your skin. “so, relax.”

then, his lips pressed against yours. for a moment you felt as if your heart would stop beating and your breath hitched. zoro was attractive—anyone with eyes could attest to that—and he treated you with more care and affection than even sanji. you would be lying to yourself if you denied having feelings for him.

you had wondered what it would be like to kiss him a thousand times before, but nothing you’d imagined could compare to the way your senses were consumed by him now. you raised your hands to pull him closer, but zoro grabbed hold of your wrists before you could.

he pulled away, admiring your plump, parted lips and the hint of desperation in your eyes. reaching for the bandana on his arm, he pulled your arms over your head.

“trust me,” he repeated, planting another soft kiss on your lips before using his bandana to tie your wrists together. he needed to make sure you’d be still, to restrict your movements so you had no choice but to indulge in everything he would make you feel.

and while you would trust zoro with your life, it didn’t make you any less nervous about the position you were in. any thoughts of continuing your training had left your mind. you couldn't care less, not with how desperately you wanted him to kiss you again.

zoro, seeing the longing in your eyes, letting you indulge in his taste briefly once more before pulling away again, moving his lips lower and lower, until…

“zoro,” you whimpered as his fingers slowly tugged down your shorts and…

“zoro…” he could practically hear you blushing. you tried to press your legs together to hide your intimacy, but zoro pulled them apart leaving you fully exposed to him. if your hands weren’t tied together you might have pulled away instinctively.

“so pretty,” he murmured, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your thigh. “lemme hear your pretty voice.” you could feel his breath, with his lips so close to you… “say my name again, will ya?”

he pressed his lips to you, sucking on your clit as your thighs closed against him. but he pulled your legs apart once more, this time holding them in place so you couldn’t move them as he licked you slowly, savoring the taste he’d dreamt about so many times before.

obediently, you moaned his name over and over again, along with a series of incoherent whimpers. the noises falling from your lips were like music to his ears, feeding the fire that burned within him. he opened your legs wider, allowing himself a better taste of you.

you were a mess, unable to keep quiet as his tongue entered you, reaching places you’d never dared to touch yourself before.

if you could form any coherent thought, you might feel embarrassed but all you could do was whimper and moan his name as he devoured you, drunk on the taste of you.

the sensations coursing through your body were like nothing you had ever felt before. you could feel a knot forming inside you, threatening to give at any moment. “g-god, zo-ro— i can’t-”

his pace quickened as he heard your sweet whimpers, your thighs shaking as you struggled against his grip, and your hands fought to free themselves, wanting—needing to touch him as you came undone.

“you taste as sweet as i thought you would,” zoro smirked after licking up every last drop of your cum. his eyes memorized the sight of you, mouth agape as you fought to catch your breath, timid eyes half-closed in awe. he gave your clit one last kiss before moving to kiss you, giving you a taste of yourself.

“god, look at you.” zoro continued to admire the expression on your face, all fucked out and your eyes meeting his, pleading for more. “can’t wait to see the pretty face you make when i’m inside you.”

you blushed profusely at his words, your cheeks burning red. you weren’t so naïve that you didn’t know what sex is. you’re a nurse for godsake… but it wasn’t something you’d thought about outside of a medical context. no one had ever been interested in you that way, nor had you truly yearned for anyone that way either. so, to see that lust in zoro’s eyes for you…

you averted your eyes as zoro began stripping himself of his clothing. it wasn’t like you. to think about how it might feel to have him inside of you, to have his tan skin against yours, to trace your fingers over the curves of his arms and his perfectly toned abs…

you held your breath as your eyes wandered back to him. you’d studied anatomy before, but zoro was unlike anything in your books. the swordsman was sculpted by the gods themselves, to say nothing of his size…

that can’t possibly fit…

logically, it could. the female body was built to push out entire infants. you’d be fine. you would be fine. ignoring the throbbing sensation in your lower region, you thought back to the dozens of books you’ve studied on all related and unrelated topics—anything to distract from how desperately you wanted to feel him, and the way your mouth had watered at the sight of him.

“zoro… can i…” you licked your lips, only half conscious of what you were asking.

“what is it, dollface? use your words,” zoro teased. you could feel your cheeks burning red as you turned away, unable to bring yourself to speak.

zoro rested his hand on your chin, turning your face towards him again. he whispered, his lips pressed close to your ear. “do you wanna suck my cock like a good little slut? is that it?”

you nodded slowly, still avoiding his gaze, and zoro helped you to your knees, his eyes never leaving you. as he leaned back against the wall, you glanced up at him with doe eyes that made his length twitch, yearning for your touch. “who knew you could be such a little whore for me, y/n…”

his words flustered and comforted you. as much as they made you blush, they reminded you who you were with and all that you felt for him. he was your best friend, who knew you better than anyone, who protected you and made you feel most at home. the one you watched while he trained long before you’d realized you needed to learn to protect yourself too. the one who trained with you, carrying you to chopper’s room in his strong arms whenever you’d pushed yourself too hard. you’d feigned exhaustion a time or two just so that he might hold you, so that you might feel him close to you.

roronoa zoro was the only man you would think to get on your knees for—the only man you could ever be a little whore for. so, with your hands still tied, you grabbed his cock in your hands, ignoring any sense of timidity or insecurity as you licked along the underside, swirling your tongue around him once you reached the tip.

wary of how you would manage to fit all of him in your mouth, you started off slowly, teasing him as you sucked only the tip. a soft moan escaped your lips at the taste of him. you hadn’t expected to enjoy yourself this much but his taste, the feeling of your lips around him, the groans that slipped from his lips, and the pleasured expression on his face as he looked down at you… they ignited something you hadn’t known existed in you.

so good…who knew this could feel so good…

you felt zoro’s hands brush your hair out of your face, holding it back in a makeshift ponytail. slowly, he helped you take more of him in your mouth, his eyes shutting in pleasure as he felt your warm lips around his cock. your own eyes were tearful and half-lidded as he filled your mouth.

“fuck, y/n…” he groaned, pushing your head until you’d taken all of him. “you’re taking me so well. it’s like you’re meant to have my cock stuffed in you.”

you let him move your head back and forth, the only thing on your mind being pleasuring him. “you’re such a sweet little whore…letting me use your throat like a toy.”

yes, use me. use me all you want, please.

“mmm…” you moaned, half in assent and half out of lust. the vibrations you sent through him evoked a sharp gasp from him, and a foreign sense of pride swelled in your chest at the sight of him.

his movements become more desperate, thrusting his hips into you as his grip tightened around your hair, and you let him control you—let him use you—as his pace quickened.

zoro cursed with every thrust, his movements becoming more erratic with each. “shit, y/n…” his voice was almost shaky.

he kept his eyes fixed on you, the slight of you pushing him to the edge. “my sweet little whore,” he caressed your cheek as he spoke. you could feel your legs weaken at his words. his. there was something about him calling you his sweet little whore made you hyper-aware of the wetness between your thighs. like you belonged to him.

you wanted to touch yourself, to feel the wetness on your fingers as you pondered how it might feel to have what you could hardly fit in your mouth pounding into your cunt, but with your hands tied this was difficult.

“let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours, will ya?” it wasn’t a question; it didn’t have to be. you were all his. “i want you to swallow every last drop. you can do that for me can’t you?”

all you could do was moan a muffled “mhm” in response with his cock in your mouth and his merciless thrusts against your throat. and you oblige, obediently drinking every last drop of his cum. your only thought was the pleasure and pride in zoro’s eyes as he watched you.

“good girl.” without a moment’s rest, he pressed you back against the floor with a heated kiss. he drew his finger along your wet slit, causing you to moan into his mouth. “i’ll have to reward that sweet little cunt of yours.”

you could feel his length between the two of you, already hard again, and you realized what zoro was referring to.

“zoro, wait-” you forced yourself to pull away from his kiss, biting your lip nervously. his expression quickly changed at the sound of your words, his cocky grin replaced by genuine concern. it made your heart race and your body yearn for him more.

“what is it?” he held your face in his hand with a gentleness you didn’t know he had in him. he kissed you softly. “i’ll stop if you want me to,” he said, already untying your hands.

“no.” the word escaped your lips before you realized it, and sounded more desperate than you’d intended it to. but you wanted to be with him, there was no doubt in your mind about it. almost subconsciously, you reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers with his. your hand felt small in his, but nonetheless they fit together perfectly. or at least, you felt that they did.

“i- i’ve just never…” you stared at your hands. zoro gave yours a light squeeze.

“i know.” his eyes looked into yours as he spoke and it was hard not to meet his gaze. in his eyes, there was a gentleness that looked foreign in him, a hint of what you felt was lust, but more than anything there was sincerity—the sincerity of a man you knew you could trust with your life. “i got you. i told you to trust me, didn’t i?”

you nodded. “i do. i trust you.” you reassured him. you were thankful he’d untied you as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close to you.

“i want you, zoro,” you whispered between desperate kisses.

“that’s my little whore,” he smirked. there were those words again. they stirred something inside you that you didn’t quite understand, but loved nonetheless.

“yours… i’m yours.”

zoro traced his tip along you, sending waves of ecstasy through you, but it wasn’t enough. you needed more. shamelessly, you begged for him. “so impatient for someone who was nervous up until two seconds ago.”

and you were still nervous, but your desires were stronger than any nerves. “please, zoro.”

zoro obliged. how could he not, when you stared up at him with those innocent eyes, begging for him to fill you and pleasure you in a way you’d never known before.

your grip tightened around his fingers as you felt him stretch you, inching into you slowly. it hurt a little more than you thought it would. shutting your eyes tightly, you held your breath as tears fell down your cheeks. “shh, you’re okay. hold on a little more, y/n,” zoro said, groaning at the feeling of being enveloped in your tight cunt.

once he bottomed out, he fought the urge to fuck you recklessly. he wanted to make your loud moans fill the room as he did as he pleased with you, but he stayed still, planting a kiss on your forehead as he waited for you to feel comfortable. you deserved to be put first.

“fuck,” zoro’s shut his eyes at the sound of your voice. you weren’t one to swear, and hearing you curse made his cock twitch inside you. “fuck, zoro… it feels so good,” you whined.

he took this as a sign to move his hips, starting slowly as you got used to the feeling until he you begged him for more. “faster,” you whimpered, gripping his arm tightly. you shut your eyes, wanting to take in everything you felt. the warmth of zoro’s body against yours, the sounds of his cock slipping in and out of you, of his muffled groans as he pressed kisses along your neck, one of his hands kneading your ass while the other rested on your waist, the smell of your arousal filling the room. it was euphoric, better than anything you could have imagined.

zoro’s name fell from your lips over and over again as he quickened his pace, thrusting into you a little harder each time. “shit, y/n, be a good fucking whore and scream a little louder for me, will ya?”

there was little need for his request. you could feel yourself nearing your climax and you couldn’t contain your moans if you tried.

“fuck, i’m close.” zoro panted.

“me too…” your words came out in a whimper. “cum inside me, zoro,” you pleaded, not wanting him to pull out yet. you knew you'd read about a contrasceptive medicine in one of chopper's books anyway.

zoro lost control at the sound of your words, your sweet voice asking him something so dirty. he gave in almost immediately, thrusting into you mercilessly as he milked every drop of his seed into you. you clenched your walls around him, digging your nails into his shoulders, at the feeling as your own high filling your cunt as he rode out his own.

you couldn’t help but whine as you felt him slip out of you. his own eyes stayed fixed on your dripping pussy, admiring his work before pulling you into his arms for a passionate kiss. it was different from before, slower, not as hungry or desperate; it was like he was telling you something without telling you. you returned the kiss the same way.

“thank you for the help,” you whispered against his lips, not quite wanting to pull away yet. you knew he felt the same from the way he held you closer, stealing short, quick kisses before responding.

“if i’d told you to stop, you wouldn’t have listened.”

he was right. you rested your head in the crook of his neck, happily losing yourself in his warmth. you could fall asleep in his arms like this.

“besides, you were driving me insane.”

“i was?” his words pulled you out of your dopey state. you couldn’t sleep, the crew would be back soon. you forced yourself to sit up, covering your breasts with your arms as you curiously awaited zoro’s response.

“yes. it drives me nuts that you don’t realize what you do to me, woman,” his eyes drifted down to your chest as he sat up, reaching for your clothes and his. “always bending your ass towards me, all the pretty noises you make when you’re struggling.” he tossed your clothes at you, not caring that it hit you in the face.

“i didn’t know…” you blushed. you had never imagined that zoro would be interested in you like that. “well, next time i’m being stubborn or driving you nuts, you’re welcome to offer me some more help.” you giggled in an attempt to distract yourself from the light blush rose to your cheeks as you spoke.

zoro wanted to tell you more. how his heart felt tight in his chest when he saw you smile, saw how you remained an ingénue despite everything you’d been through; when he witnessed your indiscriminate kindness; when you looked at him and made him feel that he was deserving of all of the love and kindness you gave him. he wanted to tell you the reason he was so protective of you was because he never wanted to see you lose your light, because he needed it—needed you. but for now, one more kiss would have to do.

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[roronoacherries]

Fluff, maybe NSFW with Zoro x reader? S/O was a former slave rescued by Zoro accidentally when he went to kill a pirate crew for their bounties. Quiet, yet kind and gentle, she always treats his wounds, cleans, and cooks food as they travel together, whereas Zoro mainly kills bounties, hunts food, and protects her. So, this is like a new master/slave relationship or knight/protectee one except Zoro treats her like a human for the first time in her life.

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 — roronoa zoro

1.435 words

content / warnings: fluff, SFW, implied sa

note: i'm a little in love with the idea of zoro hating pirates bc of his s/o, resulting in luffy having a harder time convincing zoro to join him. i hope you'll love reading this as much as i loved writing it. thank you for the request! (might do a soft, nsfw part two?)

zoro despised pirates. as a bounty hunter, he’d come to see that only the scummiest of humans chose to become pirates. they were greedy, entitled, selfish bastards with no sense of morality. finding you only solidified his disdain for those criminals.

he wasn’t a saint by any means. he had done his fair share of things he wasn’t proud of, but he wasn’t a monster. no, he was nothing like them.

he wasn’t a saint, but he would never stoop to the level of a dirty pirate. he could never be so cold-hearted as to put anyone through what they did to you.

when he found you, frightened eyes staring up at him as you sat hugging your knees to your chest in the corner of the dark room you’d hidden in, zoro felt an inexplicable rage.

you had been afraid that he would think you were one of them and seeing the fury ignited in his eyes did nothing to ease your fear. all you could do was cry, hiding your face as you prayed for something, someone to finally save you from this hellhole.

but zoro could tell from the moment your eyes met his that you weren’t on this ship out of your own volition—because beyond the fear in your eyes there had been hope. you, unlike the rest of the pirates on the ship, had not looked at him with terrified guilt or pleaded for mercy. rather, you stared at him with the faintest glimmer of hope.

you were someone hoping to be saved.

and on a pirate ship that could mean many things, but something in you gave the impression that you were accustomed to being afraid.

zoro could only assume the worst. the wanted posters of the pirate crew he’d targeted read “dead or alive” and while zoro wasn’t usually the kind to kill his bounties unless he hadn’t another choice, he was merciless to the pirate crew.

when he returned to you, he was covered in blood but the fury in his eyes had subsided. in its stead, was something you couldn’t quite place. pity, perhaps. whatever it was, it was gentle, and for the first time in a long time you felt like you could breathe freely again.

for the first time in a long time, you felt safe. even if it was with a stranger covered in other men’s blood. without thinking, you ran to him, sobbing as he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you.

“come on, let’s get you someplace safe.”

zoro could have left you with the marines when he turned in the bounties or left you to fend for yourself in the village. there would certainly be someone else willing to help a girl like you, someone far more capable than him.

but he saw the way you hid behind him when anyone approached you. he noticed how you reached for his arm when you felt unsafe. it wouldn’t be easy for someone like you to trust anyone, zoro realized. not after what you had been through.

even with him, you hadn’t quite let down your walls. the only time he’d heard your voice was that night on the ship, when you had whispered a quiet “thank you” to him through your tears. other than that, he had only gotten nods and head shakes out of you when he asked you questions.

you flinched at his touch, too. zoro quickly realized that although you sought safety in him, you didn’t trust him yet either.

thus, although he could have easily moved on to another island without you, he took you with him.

it wasn’t what you were expecting. you didn’t know what it was like to be free; you didn’t know whether you should stay with him or find your own place to go. thankfully, he made the decision for you.

“you coming or what?”

little by little, you learned to trust zoro and found comfort in his presence. you began answering his questions with yes’s and no’s, then began giving him short replies, until eventually, you started asking him questions of your own.

“why do you need three swords?” was the first thing you’d thought to ask him.

his answer was simple, though it didn’t actually answer anything. “i use three sword style.”

it took zoro some time to get used to not being alone, but he found as much comfort in your company as you did in his. he enjoyed hearing your voice, however briefly, and every detail he learned about you, he made sure to remember.

when he reached to touch you, you didn’t flinch anymore.

“you had something in your hair.”

the longer the two of you stayed together, the more it made sense. zoro could protect you; he made you feel safe. he could provide for the both of you, whether it was with the money he received from bounties or through hunting.

you’d been forced to cook, clean, and tend to men’s wounds for years before zoro came into your life. you did those same things for zoro, though there was a difference. you did these things for zoro because you wanted to, not because you had no choice.

you didn’t think zoro would ever force you to do anything you didn’t want to, but you didn’t think there was a single thing you wouldn’t do for him either.

“would it kill you to be a little less reckless, zoro?”

“it might.”

you frowned at his reply. tending to his wounds was equally your most and least favorite thing to do. you enjoyed being close to him, with his bare chest exposed to you, and being able to trace your hands over his skin without it meaning anything; but you hated to see him in pain, to see him wince as you treated his cuts, or to imagine what could have happened for him to return in this state. you knew he’d come back with more bounty money, that he’d ‘won’, but you couldn’t help but worry thinking about all the danger he put himself in…

“i was kidding, y/n.”

you hadn’t realized a tear had fallen down your cheek until zoro reached to wipe it away. “i know,” you muttered.

the swordsman had made a name for himself as a formidable pirate hunter. you knew he was stronger than any enemy he’d come across, and you recognized his injuries were usually minor in comparison to those he’d inflicted on his bounties, but none of that made you worry any less.

you stared at your hand, intertwined with zoro’s. you weren’t sure whether you had reached for his hand or if he had reached for yours—and when your lips met, you weren’t sure which of you had leaned in first.

when zoro found you, you had been an empty shell who lived with nothing but fear in her heart, a remnant of a person you couldn’t remember being.

you hadn’t known then that the rage in the eyes of that green-haired swordsman would turn into something entirely different—something you couldn’t bring yourself to name for fear of losing it.

you hadn’t known then that he would make you feel whole again, that he would remind you what it felt like to be alive, to be more than a slave on a pirate ship.

you hadn’t known then that he would replace the fear in your heart with something new.

the first time he touched you, you pulled away. his hands had only grazed your chest when you’d instinctively reverted to recoiling.

your reaction confirmed what zoro had long suspected, but hadn’t dared ask. the tears that formed in your eyes ignited the same anger in him as when he’d met you; if he could kill someone twice over, he would.

he kissed your tears, holding you close to him.

“i won't let anyone lay their hands on you again.”

you shouldn’t trust him. he’s a pirate. a mediocre pirate without a ship or a crew, but a pirate nonetheless.

yet, you trusted him without hesitation. you promised to help him convince zoro to join his crew.

you listened to him as he complained that your boyfriend was stupid. he didn’t know what it meant to a be a pirate.

he explained to you that it meant to sailing the sea in search of great adventure. and yes, it meant becoming criminals but that didn’t have to mean you were bad guys.

you didn’t know why you believed him, but you did.

the same way you believed him when he told you he’d become the pirate king.

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