#Zoro POV

[chickenjokey]

The Room Where it Happened

Hi all! Here is another Zoro x Reader (Y/N) story!

Sorry this took so long to write ;-;

I present you with my idea of Zoro being a horny loser when he's in love 🙂‍↕️

Description: Zoro doesn't understand emotions and all that yucky stuff. He's a simple man with simple needs, but he doesn't know why you are the only thing running through his head every time he closes his eyes. He was supposed to be the strong one. The one who doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeve. So why does he have to run to the bathroom to relieve himself each time he sees you?

18+ STORY!

CW and brief description: smut at end, fem AFAB reader/(Y/N) used, Zoro is a slight perv, mainly Zoro's POV because I like writing about him being a loser who has big emotions

Word count: 5.8k

Zoro didn’t seem like a complicated man. He liked his sake straight from the bottle. His tea with no cream or sugar. His hair was always cut the same length, and his eye was on the prize. His face gave nothing away about how he felt, and his eye always gleamed with a hardness that was hard to ignore. He was unmovable, like a boulder in the middle of a rapid river. Like the foundations of a house or the webs of a spiderweb. An immovable force that has yet to meet his maker. 

Nothing could surprise him.

What nobody could detect was the swirling torment of emotions he so desperately tried to ignore in his stomach and chest. He would close his eyes, listen to the crash of the waves against the ship, and imagine throwing all his emotions into a chest, locking it up tight, and throwing it into the blue sea. Oh, how he would close his eyes often. He would close his eyes each time you were mentioned. Each time, he recognized the sound of your footsteps coming closer and closer when he would nap on the deck. His eye would close as he would take a deep breath in; the smell of your perfume drifted through a room you had just exited prior. He would memorize the way you laugh, the way you walk, and talk for safekeeping, locked in his mind. 

And now he rests against the stairs outside on the deck, closing his eye, trying to throw those emotions into an imaginary box. Lock and key in hand, ready to throw it into the sea. He hasn’t even seen you today, but his feelings, no matter how hard he would try to shut it out, were reaching a boiling point. The box he so desperately grasped in the visions of his mind was deteriorating each day.

What was he to do at the party held yesterday? The setting sun made a soft halo around your face, igniting your eyes and brightening your skin. And how could he ignore the fits of laughter he would hear radiating from the kitchen as he leaned by the door, not ready to face you? And the way you would meet his eye with a certain softness that tugged at his heart to the point he wanted to fall? What about you made him want to explore every inch of your mind? Your hands? Your body? Your mouth?

His breath hitched as the vision of the box filled with his swirling emotions fell away to you. His tongue would fill your mouth, his hand feeling your face, down to your neck. You gripping his shoulders and pulling the strands of hair at the base of his head. He would feel the gasps and the wines that would die on your lips as he would deepen the kiss.

He was pulling. 

He was wanting. 

He was desperate.

His hands would wander your body further, tugging and squeezing every inch of you he could feel. He would kiss your neck and your chest, making his way to your tits, desperate to see and feel one of the more intimate parts of your body. You would moan in his name, begging him to keep going and to keep touching. You would be a writhing mess in his arms.

With a start, he sat up straight, his eye wide as he looked around the deck, seeing if anyone was around who potentially saw him in this state. Small sweat beads started protruding from the side of his face, his ears tipped red, and his abs tense. His cock was pressed tight against his pants, dots of precum starting to soak through his boxers.

“Dammit…” He groaned quietly to himself. 

He was pathetic. Reverting back to a teenager who couldn’t even keep his dick down. 

He’s never let himself get carried away in his thoughts of you. He only allowed himself to peer into the cracks of the stonewall he built in his mind when he was standing under the spray of the showerhead in the bathroom. His chest red, and his eyebrows furrowed as his fist gripped his cock. His eye closed, imagining you laid down on his bed with his cock buried deep in you, his body morphing into the shape of you to feel every one of his nerves tingling from the feeling of your skin. He would bite his lip to stop himself from groaning and whimpering your name. 

But outside of the secret he left in the bathroom, he should have every feeling and thought his stupid brain would conjure up buried deep inside of him. 

He stood up from his position. It should be early enough for nobody to see him and the large imprint of his dick straining against the material of his pants. If he was quick, he could make it to the bathroom to release himself. 

His boots thudded across the deck and up the stairs. His eye downcasted as his brain conjured up more images of you doing unholy things to him. He knew he was going to hell already, but he would climb his way to heaven just to see your angelic face.

A big thud against his chest snapped him out of his mind, his eye widening in alarm and his hands reaching out to grab the figure that had run into him.

A familiar smell greeted his nose, making his cock twitch in his pants. 

Oh no…It couldn’t be you, but it was you. Your face had collided with his chest, and now his hands gripped your waist, steadying you before you tripped further. He could feel the embarrassment tint his cheeks and ears red before he could formulate any words in his brain. His dick reacted before his brain could, however. The feeling of your skin against his fingers made his breath catch in his throat. The feeling of your warm breath and splayed-out hands against his chest made him feel a high he had never experienced. 

You backed up a little and looked at Zoro with wide eyes.

“Zoro!” You gaped. “You scared the crap out of me! What the hell are you doing up?” You were still close enough to him to see his dilated pupil grow twice in size and his jaw tense so hard you see his neck strain. Your fear and shock had calmed down now, and you were well aware of the near-bruising hold Zoro had on your waist. Realizing your predicament, you removed your hands from his chest and tried to step back, but to no avail. Zoro was staring at you with an unreadable expression, his eye giving a hard, far-away look like he was lost in memory.

“Zoro?” You asked, worried he was in some state of paralysis after giving him a fright. “I’m okay… You don’t need to hold me steady anymore.” You said with a wary smile, unsure of what was wrong with the marimo. Your heart fluttered in your chest like a rabbit stuck in a cage, desperately trying to escape.

You weren’t stupid; you saw the way he would look at you when you wore your favorite shirt that showed a little too much cleavage. When you wanted to sunbathe on the deck in your bikini, you saw how he would grow tense, gripping the weight he held above his head when he was mid-workout. His eye trained on your figure as he would lose himself in how you walked and swayed. How your hair shined in the light, and how you would apply sunscreen to your arms, legs, and ass, giving him a beautiful view. He would drop his weight without notice, rocking the ship a little, and stare at you. There, at that moment, you could read him like a book. The normally stoic swordsman was in awe, was in love, and was showing his feelings, even if it was just for a split second before he would take a deep breath in, like resurfacing after a plunge into the ocean, and walk away. 

And now you stand before him—your normal confidence and teasing tone leaving your body now that he is in front of you. You reached down to your waist without breaking eye contact and lightly brushed against his hand. Zoro flinched from the newfound contact on his skin. His eye widened further, if that was possible, and his mouth opened slightly in a gasp. He ripped his hands away from your hips, knocking your hands out of the way. He took a large step back, putting his hands up as if to shield himself from you. His teeth clamped down on his lip, unsure of how to explain himself and get the hell out of there. 

He was mortified, to say the least. He has taken down whole fleets of men in the blink of an eye and without a second thought, but his demise was you. 

‘I-I… I didn’t mean..” Zoro stuttered out. His voice was slightly higher pitched as his throat closed in panic. This was not supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to freeze in front of you, letting his inner being out in front of the one person he needed to impress. Zoro didn’t understand what he was feeling, so all he could spew out was a few jumbled words that formed no sentence. You frowned at him and crossed your arms on your chest. 

Zoro’s eyes followed your movement, landing on the soft mounds that were now resting on your arms, just waiting to spill out from the loose shirt you had worn to bed.

“Zoro.” You said in a low voice. His eyes snapped back up to your face, now very well aware you had just caught him looking. How dare I!  he would yell in his head. He was no better than Sanji at that point, and to him, that was the worst offense on the planet. 

‘(Y/N)... I’m sorry, I… didn’t mean to…” Didn’t mean to what? Run into you? Hold your waist so tightly he could see the imprint of his fingers? Stare at your chest? 

He gulped. 

You let out a sigh that ended in a small laugh, your arms falling to your side as you took a few steps closer to him and grabbed his forearm. 

“Zoro, what’s going on? Is something the matter? You have been a little off for a while.” You knew it may have sounded harsh, but something had been eating him up for months now. You were watching him deteriorate before your eyes, and you had to do something before he snapped. 

“I… I can’t.” He strained out. His hand clenching and unclenching, hoping to ground himself and recover. Your hand trailed up his arm, leaving goosebumps to rise on his skin. 

“Can’t what, Zoro?” You looked at him steadily. “Is it me? Did I do something?” You were suddenly anxious—a million thoughts running through your mind. 

“I know I like to tease you a little bit. I’m sorry, maybe I took it too far.” You dropped your hand from his arm and looked down. You held a power over Zoro nobody else in the world had. You knew he found you attractive, and you liked to mess with him from a distance, just testing the waters. You didn’t want to get your hopes up. Maybe you were reading between the lines, and he was pissed and weirded out about you throwing winks and sultry looks at him when you saw him look at your body. 

“No.” He grunted out, causing you to snap your head up. His eye gleamed down at you; a raging torrent of emotions encapsulated him. 

Zoro had recovered from his embarrassment. He didn’t understand his emotions, but he knew that if he kept trying to bury them, it would eventually break him. 

“No, (Y/N). You didn’t do a damn thing.” His brows furrowed together as he tried to think about what to say. You allowed him time to process and think, welcoming the few seconds of silence between you two. 

Zoro heaved a deep breath in like he was about to explode, but instead, his hand swooped down and grabbed yours. His hand exuded a warmth that made you jealous of his ability to stay warm despite the chilly early morning breeze. Callouses marred the inside of his palm, making a rough terrain on his hand that was opposite yours. Your cheeks warmed at the new sensation of his strong hand holding yours, his thumb drawing circles on your knuckles. 

Zoro let out the breath he was holding after you didn’t pull your hand away from his. Now, you were the flustered one, standing there in awe, looking at his beautiful face.

“You have no idea…” He brought your hand up to his lips, resting his lips against your knuckles. “You have no idea what you do to me, (Y/N).” He murmured against your fingers, now giving small kisses to each one of your knuckles. His eye was trained on your face, looking for a negative reaction, an uncertainty in your eyes, or the beginning of a frown. Something, anything, that he could detect before he got too lost in you. Your eyes were wide in surprise, and a small, shaky inhale of breath passed through your slightly open mouth. Uncertain eyes were trained on his lips, observing him carefully as he kissed each of your fingers so carefully and cautiously as if he was waiting for you to push him away. 

“Zoro… What do I do to you?” You muttered, testing the waters. He gave a start, clenching your fists slightly. The air from his mouth warmed your fingers as you looked at him, eagerly waiting for a response. His jaw clenched again; his hooded eye looked at you directly. You couldn’t even begin to name the emotions that were swirling in his dark eye, but the main outlier was that he was desperate. He was needy and looked at you like you were a cup of water in the sweltering desert—a pivotal need for the human body under distressing circumstances. A breath caught in your throat as his dark, hooded eye pierced your own. 

Without saying a word, he took your hand and placed it on his chest, right above his heart. A strong and fast beat reverberated through his chest—a pounding heart, beating and pumping furiously. Your fingers shifted a little across his shirt, slightly feeling his toned and hard muscles while also admiring the beat of his drum. 

“This. Do you feel it?” He breathed out, now fully committed to telling you. He wanted you to feel him as he spoke. He wasn’t sure why, but maybe this will prove to you how true he is in his intentions, thoughts, and words. His hand was slightly shaky as they still held your hand against his chest. 

“This only happens with you,” Zoro admitted. He could feel his heart pumping harder as he started to admit something he promised himself a million times over he had to ignore. He took the chance and met your eyes. You stared at his chest, your eyebrows furrowed and your chest heaving. You took the charge and took a step forward, moving your hand down to his stomach and placing your ear against his chest. 

Zoro shivered and tensed as your hand moved down his body and then felt your warm head press against his chest. Thoughts raced in his head, and he was unsure of what to do. He tilted his head down and unashamedly took a deep breath in, taking in the smell of your shampoo and leftover perfume that he loved so fucking much. His hand clenched yours more tightly, his cock still throbbing from the contact. You were everything he had hoped for and dreamed of. Each night, he would dream of you. Dreams of you holding his head taught to your pussy, gripping and grinding on his mouth, calling out his name in an angelic moan. Dreams of him holding your waist down onto the bed as he kissed his way to your neck down to your breasts. Dreams of holding you tightly in his arms in the middle of the night, pressing soft kisses to your head. He would wake with a start, his heart and cock aching- pre cum dampening his shorts. He would make haste to the bathroom; he needed to be there first every morning. A desperate urge to let the water that hit his back wash any and all thoughts of you while he watched his cum flow down with the water into the drain.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He held your hand, which was pressed against his stomach, and started moving it down slowly. You could hear his heart rate increasing as he moved your hand closer to his lower stomach, then over his pants. His hand held yours right above where his dick formed a tight tent on his pants. He didn’t want to pressure you to move your hand on his most intimate part when you didn’t want to. He needed you, but he respected you more. 

A small gasp escaped your lips. Your heart was now pounding, the strong rhythm loud enough that you could hear it roar in your ears, almost drowning out Zoro’s own pounding beat. Your head lifted and looked at him, his features dark and hued from the blue morning light. You gulped, your mouth dry before you attempted to speak.

“And… Did I do this? You ask, almost innocently, as you trail your hand down to his hard dick. You palmed him lightly, pleasantly surprised to feel how big and girthy he felt in your palm. Zoro groaned and grabbed your wrist tightly, holding you in place. He was completely at your will.

“(Y/N)...” He took his other hand and gripped your waist in a tight grip. “Y-you know what you’re doing,” He strained out, lightly jutting his hips forward for some friction. A ghost of a smirk graces on your face as you lean in. Breath light as a feather against the skin of his neck, causing small goosebumps to rise. “God…” Zoro moaned out as he started grinding himself into your cupped hand. You graciously felt him up and down; his hand on your waist started to roam your lower back, feeling you silently. 

“Zoro…” You breathed into his neck with a small smile. You brought your lips closer to his skin, right by his ear. “What am I doing?” 

Zoro gave a muffled groan, clenching his jaw and his hand around your body, pulling you taught to his chest. “Damn tease,” Zoro brought his hand to your ass, pushing your lower half to his cock where your hand resided. “You get to torture me for months with that damn mouth and body,” He exasperated. He takes in your stunned reaction, taking this moment to drag your wrists to the closest room- the bathroom, yanking the door open and tossing you in. Stumbling forward, you catch yourself against the wall. Realizing where you were, you quickly looked around- relief courses through your veins as you see nobody in the bathroom. Your body turns to see Zoro standing tall, his arms crossed over his chest, his eye piercing, earrings gleaming in the morning light. Zoro crosses the distance between you in a few long strides and grabs the back of your head.

“Zoro-” You couldn’t get out another word before he smashed his lips into yours in a heated, bruising kiss. A groan of pleasure emanates from both of your throats, his hands quickly feeling your stomach and grazing over your chest. You find your hands instinctively grabbing the back of his neck, pulling his head closer. A veined hand made its way to your throat, slightly pushing you back. 

Zoro glared at you with an almost primal look. A hand still loosely held your throat; feeling your pounding pulse against his fingertips gave him a sense of power he usually only felt in battle- a sense of urgency and power where he finally felt like he had control. A hand started undoing his belt, his eye never leaving your face, as he tossed his belt off to the side and unzipped his pants. His hand let go of your throat and then stepped a foot or two closer. The wild look you were giving him made his cock twitch against his boxers in anticipation, causing a small groan to escape his lips.  

“Zoro… I..” 

“Take my pants off.” He demanded. You’re once again left stunned by Zoro’s bluntness, but the dangerous look he gives you makes you swallow your pride and approach him. An apprehensive, shaky hand made its way to his zipper, slowly unzipping it and popping his button open. He kicked off his pants and his boxers all at once, impatience gnawing on his brain and his composure. His cock throbbed in the cold air, his tip red and angry from lack of attention. Pre cum dripped from his entrance, a thick string threatening to fall onto the floor.

“Been waitin’ too damn long for this,” He said gruffly, a sigh of contentment left his lips. Stingy hands gripped your face, kissing you harshly. Your hands roamed his chest, feeling his muscles tense and contort to your movement like a moth to a flame. Fingers brush against the outline of his cock softly, making his hips jerk forward and his hands against your face moving downward to grip your breast. 

“You feel perfect.” His fingers danced around your nipple, twisting and pulling, drawing out those beautiful moans he had only dreamt of. Moans are shared between you, your head foggy with pleasure at the feeling of his rough fingers through your shirt. 

“S’not enough..” Zoro mutters against your neck- his hands already diving under your shirt, pulling it over your head. A mix of a growl and a groan boomed from his chest, making you shaky in the knees. You took the initiative and fell to your knees, eager to please the man presenting himself in front of you. You hastily reach out, feeling his hard cock up and down, watching his skin move with the rhythm of your hands. A moan escaped you as you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together in pleasure. You would have never imagined this day would happen. A day when Zoro finally allows himself to feel his emotions. Finally, he allows himself to not bury everything down deep in that box. He has never felt more alive, seeing you sat on your knees, his inner fantasies coming to fruition. 

Your pussy throbs as you imagine him inside of you, ravaging and rearranging your insides mercilessly. Drool forms in your mouth as you quickly take him in your mouth, needing desperately to hear those delicious groans from his mouth that go straight to your cunt. 

“Shit… feel so good.” Zoro moaned, his face angled down to watch his cock disappear behind your puffy lips. You placed your hands against his thigh, bracing yourself as he started to thrust his cock down your throat. You gag and cough, but the sounds emanating from Zoro’s mouth made you rub your thighs together in pleasure. 

“Ungh… come on pretty, a little more for me.” The endearing word made you moan against his dick, making it vibrate slightly, causing Zoro to hiss in pleasure. You continue to suck until drool slips down your chin and onto the floor. The sounds coming from your mouth would have been embarrassing under any other circumstance; the sloshing and sound of spit against skin while you gagged was music to Zoro’s ears. 

Zoro’s hand in your hair yanked you back, making you release him with a slight “pop” sound. You take this moment to try and regain your breath, chest heaving with the effort to return oxygen to your needy lungs. 

“C’mere,” Zoro muttered while lifting his fingers up in a come hither motion. You shakily stood up, your underwear stuck to your cunt from how wet you were made you shift your thighs together. 

“You're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that, dammit.” Zoro held your face in his hands and wiped any stray tears away with his thumb. He gave an unexpected small smile before kissing you gently. His mouth moved expertly against yours, his tongue asking for entrance by running it over your lips. His hands softly grabbed your waist and pushed you close to him, his wet cock against your exposed stomach. 

“Zoro…need you.” You begin to plead lightly, much to Zoro’s pleasure. 

“Yeah?” He muttered against your flesh, kissing your collarbone and chest, leaving no area dry from his wet kisses. 

“Lay down,” Zoro muttered, slightly pushing your body down. You went back to your knees and laid on your back, your upper half held up by your elbows. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Zoro said in a hushed tone, his eyes wide like he couldn’t believe he was seeing your semi-naked form in front of him. You blushed strongly, a smile gracing your face as you looked at him expectantly. Zoro gripped his shirt and peeled it off his body, tossing it off to the side. You unashamedly stared at his naked form, his perfectly tan skin, the small and large scars that scattered his body and legs, large muscles rippling with power… it was all so beautiful. Even more heat gathered on your face and down your body as you continued to study him. 

Zoro took no time to kneel down and hover his hands over your shorts. He didn’t fail to notice the large blush across your features. 

“I’m serious, (Y/N).” He said sternly, hands gripping the edge of your shorts and began to pull them down, exposing your damp panties. 

“You’re just stunning…” He muttered as he bent down to leave kisses over your stomach and made his way down to your underwear. He took them in his teeth and began pulling them down. 

“Zoro… I- you’re everything to me.” You admitted, gripping the hairs at the back of his head. He groaned in response, taking your underwear completely off. He didn’t say anything, but he froze; his ears turned red, and his eyes widened at the confession from you. He stared at you, bewildered, before he crawled towards your face and kissed you harshly. Your teeth clinked together from how much power Zoro put into the kiss. You brought a hand down and lightly trailed down his chest, thumbing the large scar. The heated kiss was wonderful and nothing like what you had imagined kissing him would be like- his lips were slightly chapped with teeth indentations on his lips made for a rough surface, and his mouth tasted like the remains of sake. Your breath hitched as you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance. 

Zoro was in heaven. The fact you were in the bathroom, his secret sanctuary, a place where he would allow himself to feel and think freely, made his hands shake. His eye made contact with yours, a mixture of love, adoration, desire, and want mirrored in your eyes. He would never admit it to himself or let himself think about it too long, but you’re everything he needed, too, if not more. He knew in the depths of his mind that he would fight hell for you, would let you do or say anything to him, would allow you to take his own swords and slash it at his skin if it meant you were happy. 

His cock pushed into your plush pussy, his eye never breaking from your face, memorizing every little twitch and whine that would grace your features. A guttural groan fell from his lips as he sheathed himself in you, feeling the warmth and wetness squeezing him. Your hands gripped his back as his head fell between your head and shoulder, kissing and nipping at your skin as he muttered sweet nothings while pounding into you at a ruthless pace. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix, making you nearly scream out for him, your nails digging into his skin and dragging it down, leaving angry red marks he would be proud to show off later.

“Fu-fuck! You’re taking me perfectly…God..” His moans were almost louder than yours, proving how long he had been pining for you silently. 

“Zoro! Y-you feel so fucking amazing-mmm..” You continued to yell out his name as your legs wrapped around his waist in a tight grip, ensuring he couldn’t pull out of you until you were both spent. 

“Oh! Oh- fuck, need you right there, please, please, please!” You whined and writhed. His cock penetrated you in places you didn’t know would feel so amazing. You inhaled a sharp gasp as you felt yourself squeeze around him, the pleasure reaching an all-time high. Zoro was lost in you; the smell of your sex and hair, the whines and yelps, your nails and hands digging and wandering his chest and back was all too much. 

He sounded pathetic, whining and mewling your name. He was supposed to take care of you, but his cock gave a final twitch before he felt himself spill inside of you. A large groan escaped him, his eyes rolling up and his jaw wide open. His hands gripped your hip so tightly as he pushed his hips even further in you, needing to put every last drop of himself in you in some primal possessive way. You gave one final scream before you, too, released yourself on his cock, your juices spilling out around him made Zoro shiver. 

“Fuck…” Zoro heaved. He was stunned and breathless, his mind still reeling from how this wasn’t a dream. He looked down at you; your chest heaved with him, your face and chest flushed, and drool slightly dripped off the corner of your mouth. You had never looked more gorgeous. Zoro pulled himself out of you and watched his cum mixed with yours spill out of your hole, making his cock twitch, almost getting hard again. He gave a big huff of air before he flopped down next to you, an elbow propped his head up as he looked down at you with a smile. You turned your body to face him, a small smile across your face as you looked up at him and grazed a hand over his waist. 

Zoro felt a little apprehensive and awkward. Everything he had ever dreamed of was right here in front of him, but he didn’t know how to continue on after basically fucking you into the ground.

“So, uhh,” He cleared his throat, “... nice weather we’re having.” He gave you a crooked smile, teeth barely poking out from behind his lips. You gave a startled laugh as you buried your head into his chest, laughter, and happiness filling your being. You felt amazing. Being pleased and pleasured by Zoro after months of dancing around each other felt rejuvenating, and you felt like you could rule the world. 

“Heard there might be some strong winds today.” You tease as you push him back slightly and straddle his hips with a look of adoration that makes his heart skip multiple beats. Zoros's ears turned a little red at your actions. 

“Yeah?” He questioned with a big smirk. 

“Yeah… heard it might get a bit… rocky.” You smiled as you ended your sentence with a playful bite to his shoulder, causing him to jerk in surprise and grip your hair.

“Hey! What the hell ya doing biting me, huh?” Zoro said, almost defensively, but his eye betrayed his stoic look with amusement and playfulness glittering in it. 

“If you wanna bite something, go do it to someone else! I’m not your… plaything.” He said sternly, flipping you over and gently placing you on the floor. He frowned at you, but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. You were the only one that could make him smile like that. 

“I bet you want me to be my plaything-” You teased but ended up yelping in surprise as his teeth gently met your shoulder and bit into your skin. Your hand slapped his back, a giggle escaping your lips. Before you could retort, a knock sounded from the door, making you both freeze, your hearts pounding rapidly as one.

“Are you two done in there? I’ve been holding my piss for an hour!” Yells Usopp from the closed door. You both grimaced and blushed slightly from the intrusion and the fact that probably everyone on the crew knew you were in there. 

“Hold your piss!” Yelled Zoro as he glared at the door from over his shoulder.

“This is a shared bathroom, ya know!” Retorted Usopp as he stomped away. Zoro looked back at you, his face neutral but his eye filled with attraction for you. His hand softly raised, and some hair was pushed behind your ear before he silently got up and offered you a hand. You groaned at the effort to get up but were met with rough, warm hands on your waist, making a shiver run down your spine. He gently pushed you closer as he led you to the shower. 

“But- but Zoro, we have been here long enough!” You stammered out as he turned the hot water on. Zoro knew that, but he wasn't ready to face the world. He wasn’t prepared to let you go out there where you will probably go in separate directions, and he will have to shove all his feelings for you back in that box. He wanted, no- needed, more time. More time in this shitty bathroom that smelled like Pinesol and soap where he allowed himself to feel. He gripped your waist tighter and pulled you under the water despite your small struggle and gasps of protest. He stared down at you, willing you to join him silently. He felt the familiar spray of water hitting his back, taking a deep breath and exhaling it on the top of your head. You gave in, sensing his change in demeanor, wrapped your hands around his waist, and rested your head against his chest, feeling his heart pound against your ear. Sounds of the crew waking up melted into the background as you both gripped each other, using this moment to just be in the moment. Zoro needed this. He felt his stonewall crack a little, his figurative box melting under the warmth of your body and the water. His hands gripped your waist a little tighter as he closed his eyes. Maybe he can find happiness after all.

[spinningelectro]

Do you think of me

When you look to the sea

I know it's hard to grow

When you're pushed to your knees

I know hard times will pass

Your love it will last

Darling we will never break

[st-osmanthus]

I’m not an artist. Aside from brain rot rants, the only contributions I can offer to the fandom are my writing.

Zoro-POV is my go-to. It’s almost cheating because I’ve known Zoro for so long; he’s pretty consistent across all my fics. Someday I’ll be brave enough to attempt Luffy’s POV. In the meantime, I’m always searching for great Luffy-POV ZoLu fics.

Here’s a snapshot of my Zoro’s inner psyche through how he sees his captain.

[from a ZoLu one-shot featuring 40ish-year-old Pirate King Luffy]

Luffy chose that moment to return. His straw sandals slapped dully against the dirt-packed ground. One wouldn’t believe him to be the Pirate King at first glance, not with the way he meandered around the village like a vagabond in tattered shirts and food-stained shorts, shoulders perpetually hunched from insouciance. While patches of grey in Zoro's hair added dignity to his mien, somehow the same shading only made Luffy look scruffy and unreliable.

But when Luffy walked in and stood wordlessly behind his incensed Swordsman, it was impossible for Zoro to dismiss the onslaught of Luffy’s spirit -- the unmistakable, concentrated will of a King. Zoro, who was an unquestionably dominant figure in his own right, quivered.

Suddenly, it felt dangerous to expose his back to Luffy. Not because he was worried Luffy would hurt him, but because the urge to go to his knees right then and there was already overwhelming.

Zoro turned. The familiar sight of his captain's kind eyes restored the metaphorical ground beneath his feet. He gave in to his darkest thoughts.

[rainbowagate]

Against The World With You chapter 13

Mafia AU with angel and demon powers instead of devil fruits

Rated: T (with Graphic Depictions of Violence)

Pairings: Zoro/Sanji, Law/Luffy

Excerpt:

“Zoro likes being in control. He likes knowing where his fists will land, knowing where his feet will run, and knowing where his eyes will wander. The part of him that’s intrigued by Sanji is closer to his true feelings.

It’s not just because he’s been dreaming of the man, either. He has to admit that Sanji is exactly his type: long, strong legs, a pretty face, and from what Zoro can tell, a soft, yet smarmy attitude. Zoro’s every fantasy in a man rolled up into a neat package.

But the man is fragile. He’s only just come to a sense of self after being numbed for two years. They’re the same age; Zoro can’t imagine having lost two years of his adult development like that. It would fuck him up irreversibly.

Not to say that Sanji’s damaged goods, it’s just… complicated. Zoro feels bad for even thinking of Sanji in any way other than friendly. That’s not what the man needs right now.”

[mihawking]

Complex [Ch.4]

A tight-knit circle of friends living in the same apartment building have opened their arms to embrace Zoro’s new roommate, a quiet introvert by the name of Law. His arrival sparks a series of change, leaving them all to face life’s complexities – in past friendships and in new.

Tags:  Modern AU, Roommates, Friendship, Eventual Romance, Friends to Lovers, Slice of Life

Luffy/Law and Zoro/Sanji

Read @ AO3

[dragonbonez]

He adopted him after that.

[wellfine]

An extremely embarrassing screencap redraw for both me and Sanji

[sunclown]

Hah?

[acesmelody]

Day three: sacrifice!

[one-idea]

Can someone please do a retelling of one piece from Wado Ichimonji’s perspective.

Because Zoro talks to his swords and whenever someone gives them personality I love it.

For generations Wado was stuck at a dojo as a guard and that’s great but then Kuina comes around and starts dreaming of more. She has the skill to becomes something more then a dojo owner and Wado can feel it. Adventure is coming.

But then Kuina dies.

And the dream is over. Wado is going to stay as a guard for this dojo for years to come.

Except that crazy kid, the one who liked to fight Kuina. The one whose first day at the dojo grabbed as many swords as he could hold because THAT was a good fighting style. Is begging Wado’s old master to GIVE him Wado Ichimonji. And there is a prideful part of Wado that wonders how the kid dares because she belongs to the Shimotsuki clan. Not this no name orphan. But then Zoro declares his dream.

To become the worlds strongest swordsman and make the heaven know his AND Kuina’s name.

And ya he’s crazy but in the best way. And Wado Ichimonji decides it wants to go with him. She wants to see what this little no name can become. Because in the moment he declares his dream she believes him.

So there partnership starts but Zoro still needs to prove himself. Wado never fails him as a blade and Zoro grows stronger developing his skill. By the time Zoro sets out Wado adores her idiot son.

Now if only he could get her some appropriate company. If he’s going to insist on using three blades (she is more then enough and could bring him to the top on her own just fine thank you very much) he could at least get her some higher grade swords to talk to. But so far they are so low level they can’t even communicate with her.

But that will come with time. At least they’ve left the dojo.

But Zoro, despite his skill and passion, is terrible at directions and they are lost. (It takes her a long time to admit to herself that her son is directionless, she is a prideful sword and she is very proud of him)

And then comes their lowest moment. When that sniveling brat stole her and her companions from Zoro and tied her boy up in the yard like a dog. How dare he! How dare he attempt to wield her (I love Helmeppo trying to wield Wado in opla) this is degrading, where is Zoro!?!

Then this kid comes in. And at first she ignores him because, he’s not Zoro😠 but then the boy is grabbing her and her companions, and how dare he! But then he says something about Zoro, but there’s no way Zoro sent this boy to come get them. And now they boy is taking them somewhere and Wado’s not sure what is worst, the blond who doesn’t know how to wield them or this boy who barly knows how to carry them.

But the kid takes her back to Zoro! The kid saves Zoro’s life! And for that she can be thankful. Except the kid instantly turns around and blackmails Zoro. And how dare he! Zoro is her swordsman. They will not bow to such a boy. But Zoro agrees.

Wado knows Zoro is an honorable swordsman and won’t go back on his word. But really, this boy is their captain?

And sure it’s fun to fight next to him. And he believes in Zoro’s dream, in their goal. (And has anyone ever believed in Zoro besides her?) and he’s got his own crazy dream. Maybe, the boy isn’t so bad. He did return her to Zoro, and saved her boy. Maybe having this boy as their captain will be a good thing?

Zoro seems to like him. And the captain has done what she couldn’t for Zoro. He put him on a path to his dream. So ya Wado decides pretty quickly that she likes the captain.

The navigator is obviously hiding something. Wado’s been around for a long time and she knows the girl is hiding something from the boys. Zoro knows to but he’s not willing to push, not when the captain isn’t.

The sniper is silly. Wado likes him. She hopes he becomes stronger soon but she like him. The captain smiles around him and he makes Zoro laugh. Nothing else matters.

At the Baratie they met Mihawk. And Wado is ready. She knows her master is strong. This is their goal. Their dream. And while she didn’t think they would get here so soon, she’ll have to thank Captain for that, she’s ready to face their destiny.

The captain doesn’t stop them, and for that he earns her loyalty because he believes in Zoro just as much as she does.

But the unthinkable happens. They lose. And Zoro is hurt. (Never mind the death of her two companions they weren’t talkers anyhow, her boy is hurt!)

But then Zoro his drawling her again. And for a moment she fears her idiot will try to fight again. Instead he makes and oath upon her blade. To never lose again until he becomes the world’s greatest swordsman. And he makes this oath to the king of the pirates. Their captain.

And from that moment Wado knows two things, they will defeat Mihawk, and Monkey D. Luffy is their king. And Zoro and Wado will defend him like one. What ever he needs his swords will do. For Zoro is the sword of the pirate king and Wado Ichimonji is Zoro’s sword.

The first test is Arlong park. Wado Ichimonji enjoys cutting the fish man down. They hurt the navigator. Zoro cares for the navigator. And their king wants her own their crew. So they will remove any obstacle in the way of what their king wants.

She meets the cook for the first time at Arlong park. At least it’s the first time she’s paid attention to him. She can admit he’s an excellent fighter. But something about him grates on her. And she can tell that Zoro feels much the same as her. There’s nothing wrong with him per say. She’s just can’t wrap her head around the idea of a human not fighting with their hands.

Making it to Lodgetown brings with it the opportunity for new swords (because Zoro still insists on using three) and this is where Wado meets her worst nightmare.

Sandai Kitetsu.

[outofpocketonepiecethoughts]

Imagine with me, for a moment, that you are an energetic teenager. You were kind of a weird kid and despite being very extroverted were quite lonely for a good portion of your childhood, especially the last few years. Now you’re not quite an adult but for certain reasons you are wondering around on your own and you come across this dog.

This dog is tied up in the backyard of some big house and he’s not looking so good. You think maybe you should help him out but you’re warned that the dog is agressive and that would be a very bad idea. Then you see a kid come and try to feed the dog. The dog growls and snaps but never actually bites the kid, and not long after you approach the dog and manage to give him the food. Despite what everyone says, the dog never bites you, and you look into his eyes and think that he is a very good dog and that you want to beat up everyone whose ever hurt him.

So you decide to rescue the dog, but as soon as you untie the dog someone comes out of the house and just starts threatening both you and the dog, so you start fighting this guy, and the dog fights with you. The first time you see this supposedly aggressive dog bite someone is when he’s defending you.

So now you have this dog and he’s super loyal to you and would do anything for you and won’t bite if you tell him not to and of course you’d do anything for him too, because that’s your dog and your best friend and suddenly you’re not so lonely anymore.

Anyway that’s how Monkey D. Luffy met Roronoa Zoro.

[beanghostprincess]

tired of people completely ignoring luffy's insane obsession with zoro!!! it's always "zoro's devotion this" and "zoro worshipping him that"!!! what about my boy luffy absolutely being head over fucking heels for his swordsman??? what about luffy being constantly afraid of losing zoro the way he's lost other people???? what about luffy being so clingy because he needs zoro so so close it hurts to be apart from him???? what about his possessiveness over zoro??? that's HIS swordsman!! what about luffy trusting zoro blindly and knowing he'll be fine if he needs to lead the crew??? c'mon! luffy's love is different but it doesn't make him any less obsessed with zoro.

[sanji-lemon]

- S-stop eating me, marimo!...

- Shut up.

[humans-are-tasty]

[crazycoven]

♡ happy valentines day ♡

[husbandograveyard]

This drabble is part of my summer celebration collection! Prompt: seashells Characters featured: Zoro (One Piece), 2nd person GN Reader Requested by: @some-piece [a/n]: A bit of a softer Zoro for this one? Because I like to think that a marimo in love, sometimes can pull out the romantic gestures, even if he doesn't fully realize how romantic he is being.

Zoro had noticed very early on that you liked his earrings. The way they dangled, and the gentle clinking noises they made when they moved against one another, it was a nice distraction and a point of focus, even subconsciously whenever you looked at him. A few conversations later, it came out that you had a weak spot for certain jewelry. You generally liked shiny, beautiful things. And Zoro, who by then was proud to call himself your boyfriend, had made a mental note about that information all that time ago. 

The problem was that jewelry wasn’t that easy to come by, especially not with Nami keeping a close eye on the finances of the crew. Besides, he couldn’t be completely sure about what you liked exactly. 

What he did notice, observant as he was, was the way you’d scour the beach every single time you’d get on a new island, the way you’d proudly show off the new and colorful shells you found. 

So the next time he wanted to present you with a gift, he had handed you a handful of gorgeous seashells in a jar, the prettiest of them all on a black rope necklace. It was quite crudely put together, and your heart melted at the idea that he had actually put it together himself. 

You smiled at him widely, threw your arms around his neck and hugged him close. “How?” “Woke up earlier, searched the beach when it was still dark. Cleaned them while you were doing something else.” 

He shrugged, as if it was no big deal that he had sacrificed even more of the little sleep he had just to get you this gift. 

“That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me”