#and how positive an affect hes had on zoro

[pseudopigeons]

Yūrei kuina AU

in which kuinas soul becomes bonded to the wado ichimonji after her death until zoro fullfils their promise of becoming the world's strongest swordsman. She isn't visible to anyone but can slightly effect people's emotions and helps to ward off minor spirits. Her form becomes observable but not clear to those close to death.

[tetzoro]

fluffy little blurb of kissing zoro’s scarred eye . established relationship (?) WC : 622 . dividers by @/cafekitsune ᰔ

“do you trust me?” your words jumbled out in one shaky breath of air as you make your approach towards zoro — the man who had been taking his mid-afternoon nap on the sunny’s deck for the past half hour.

“huh?” zoro cracked his eye open, watching you kneel before him. the golden sky illuminated behind you, wrapping around you in a soft hue of innocence, a stark contrast to your usual demeanor. something was definitely on your mind, so he raised his head up off of the wooden banister he was using as a pillow.

“i said do you trust me?” you repeat, your hand gently resting on his forearm. the vulnerable look in your eye told him that you weren’t pulling any tricks, not a drop of mischief in your irises that held the hope of a thousand stars.

of course he trusted you, you were one of the people he trusted most in this world. always beside him while fighting through whatever challenges you all faced, sitting next to him during meals times, keeping him company while he works out. you’re privy to everything in his life. the question was almost laughable.

“yes.” zoro answered simply. he was curious as to what brought on this sudden question though. did he do something that made you think he didn’t trust you?

“good. close your eye.” you whispered, leaning into his personal space now. if he had to guess, he figured you were about to crawl into his lap like you sometimes do when you nap with him, curling into his body before the two of you doze off under the warm sun.

so he doesn’t argue with you, lets you do whatever you please and shuts his eye.

but you didn’t move.

he wanted to open his eye back up to see what you were up to but as if you read his mind — your voice hums, reminding him to be patient.

zoro feels your presence getting closer, your face moving towards his. were you going to kiss him? he squirmed a little under the uncertainty.

but you surprise him, you always do. gently, you press your lips against his scarred eye, a feathers touch that if he wasn’t so keen with his observation; he might’ve missed it. the kiss itself didn’t linger, but your presence did, the reassurance flooding through his veins and drowning him in the light of your love.

the closeness begins to mend a fracture in his heart that he never knew about, carefully stitching it back together with a thread of affection he hopes never goes away — stubbornly imprinting itself on the ever beating muscle that sings to the rhythm of your name.

zoro accepted the state of his eye long ago. positively convinced that it will make him stronger, that when he finally reaches his goal, it will become that much greater because of all the challenges he’s had to overcome — everything he’s had to endure come to fruition.

he never thought it would bring this tenderness in his life, that your sweet nature would rub off on him by the ghost of your lips pressing against the scarred skin.

but it’s all over far too soon, zoro’s head falling toward your lips to chase the sensation that graced his skin like molten sunshine. but he straightens up, opens his eye and peers down at you curiously.

“was that okay?” you ask, nervous from his reaction. his body melts back into something mushier than the state he left it in. a new feeling blooming in his chest as he pulls you into his lap, brushing his nose against yours before meeting your anxious gaze.

“yeah.” he smiles a little, enjoying how your nerves flow away into the wind as he wraps his arms around your waist, securing you in place before settling back into his napping position. “that was more than okay.”

thank you so much for reading ᰔ

[sleepymarimo]

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.

summary: one time zoro pushes your affections away and another time when he begrudgingly accepts them. pairing: zoro x gn!reader cw: none, zoro being a cutie and confused about soft feelings an: just some fluff bc I have a headache and I wanna give him a hug :( wc: 1.2k

it seemed like zoro had always let the oddest things to happen to him.

he’d let chopper climb atop his head, tiny hooves brushing through strands of moss green hair. when the reindeer’s soft fur tickled the skin of his cheeks, he didn’t blink.

he’d let usopp cling to him in fear, idly looking around with a bored expression as the sniper tugged at his hakama or pushed him right toward whatever threat lay before them.

the list goes on and on, the ever stoic swordsman never really putting in the effort to actively resist his crew mates or the occasional curious animal.

with that in mind, you figured that you’d be able to get away with some gestures of your own.

after a particularly rough battle, you’d been so utterly happy that your arms wrapped around the rugged swordsman, squeezing him tight.

you blame it on the adrenaline, not those pesky feelings of yours that you refuse to acknowledge.

it was an innocent embrace, imbued with nothing but affection and glee, yet that didn’t stop him from tensing at your touch.

the next thing you remember is being pushed away, gently but firmly, and feeling dumbfounded.

“the hell are you doing?” he had roughly questioned, brushing off your much-too-sweet touches from his person.

uncomfortable.

he was uncomfortable and he hated it, not particularly fond of feeling so vulnerable from something as simple as a damn hug.

looking between him and your still awkwardly stretched out arms, you come to a sort of realization.

zoro didn’t just let things happen to him. no, he allowed them. every touch and tug and pinch was permitted, actively decided upon by the marimo.

that fiasco was almost a whole week ago, the thousand sunny now barreling through the rolling waves of the sea in the hopes of reaching a winter island.

even as the air became colder, the clouds darker, you continued to simmer.

unjustifiable annoyance creeps into your brain just thinking about how he pushed you away, your cheeks burning with embarrassment and hurt alike.

he didn’t feel that bad.

the swordsman had boundaries, which was understandable, set in place for the sake of self-preservation.

that small flip his heart did when he felt you hug him? the boiling heat that clawed up from his chest to his cheeks and to the tips of his ears? absolutely not.

he didn’t want to deal with that, especially after a fight and with the rest of the crew watching.

it took time for you to adjust your actions, to maneuver around the barriers he’d set in place for himself.

being the stubborn little thing you were, you decided to throw yourself into the jaws of the tiger once more.

you try your luck on a brumal morning, a light frost already starting to form on the deck. it seems like the water is still, the sea easily parting as the ship effortlessly glides on its surface.

the observation deck is your destination, where you’re sure the marimo will be.

and indeed he is, outwardly unaffected by the biting cold.

meticulous as ever, at least when it comes to his craft, he sits on a mat and polishes his blades. shoulders relaxed, but eyes sharp, he goes about his task with precision.

he knows you’ve just entered the observation room, thinking that a nod of his head and a small grunt is enough of a greeting.

the scent of steel and polish hang in the air as he continues, figuring that you’d come in to grab something.

he doesn’t expect to be what you want. what else was he good for besides swinging a damn sword around?

you mask your nerves and step inside, taking brisk steps towards the swordsman. it’s now or never, you think, quick to take a seat behind him on the mat.

with slow and gentle movements, you situate yourself into your preferred position.

your chest presses into his back, the rough material of his shirt not enough to keep you from resting your cheek there.

your inner thighs hug his outer ones, the firmness of the muscle beneath forcing you to hold back a shudder. sealing the deal, you loosely wrap your arms around his midsection.

“good morning.” you mumble, speaking to him as if he were a deer about to bolt.

silence is what you get in return and you wish you could peer into that thick skull of his to see what he was thinking.

warm.

that’s how zoro feels at first, before something akin to discomfort starts to gnaw away at him.

his hands come to a stop, his head lifting as he stared ahead and processed just what the hell you were doing.

there’s a split second of stillness- a period of time where he decides if he wants to revel in your touch or bask in his solitude for a moment longer.

it feels like eons pass before the tension is broken, fizzling into nothing as if it didn’t exist in the first place.

his hands resume their task of polishing his prized swords. the muscles in his body relax and everything else suddenly melts away.

he grants you permission.

he allows it.

“morning.” he grumbles back, speaking with an air of nonchalance that contrasted with how fast his mind was racing.

it’s a delicate balance, as frail as the thin layer of ice starting to form on the glass windows.

you know now more than ever to hold off on the banter and teasing, unless you wanted to get bucked off.

taking what you’ve been given, you’re content enough with releasing a deep breath and letting the rise and fall of his back lull you into a light doze.

time seems to pass slower in this world, in this little pocket of tranquility which exists only for the two of you.

when you finally decide to loosen your grip and pull away, he lets out a noise equivalent to a growl.

he’s almost offended.

one of his hands holds your wrist in place, his grip firm. he’s never been good at displaying tenderness, his words unintentionally gruff. “oi, where are ya goin’?”

he releases your arm, almost daring you to defy him. his muscles relax once more, calloused hands resuming the tedious task of polishing steel as he picks up his next sword.

his tone is softer, spoken as a mumble as if he was afraid of saying too much. “just stay a little longer.”

the request has you momentarily astonished, eyes widening a tad before you got a grip on yourself. your arms settle back around his waist, a pleasant buzz spreading in your chest and down to your toes.

you were well aware that this was a rare opportunity, one that you could not and would not pass up.

so, you let out a sigh and rest your cheek on his back once more.

his aura seems to encapsulate you, making you feel safe and at ease.

he’s satisfied with your reaction, how you effortlessly unwind and how your breaths even out.

once again, he’s warm.

zoro decides that he can spend hours just like this.

for the crew, he could always be a demon. for you? he wouldn't mind being a bit more human.

[angel1010xx]

ｂｅｇ ｆｏｒ ｍｅ

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Pairing: Zoro x Reader (NSFW)

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“Goddammit woman, why didn’t you fucking listen to me?!” 

Zoro was livid. Here was a man, towering in front of you, menacing, broad, ominously powerful—a man that has cut mountains in half—a man that just so happened to be unbelievably pissed off at you. 

“Don’t even try raising your voice at me!” You retorted back. “We would have lost everything if I didn’t make that move! Everything that the whole crew has been trying to protect would have been for nothing, Zoro! Nothing!”

“I don’t give a flying fuck,” Zoro spat, “about some cuckoo artifact that some podunk fucking scientist made.” He sneered, slowly taking steps towards you as if he were a beast waiting to pounce on its prey. 

Zoro had practically ripped your cabin door off of its hinges as soon as the Thousand Sunny had set sail again. This was only a few moments ago. Robin uncovered an artifact on the island the crew had stopped at, which just so happened to be one that was really, dreadfully needed. However, there were some… complications while leaving the island, to put it lightly. There was one particular enemy who tried to stop the crew. This nuisance had eaten a devil fruit that granted him the ability to neutralize one’s ability to fight, like a switch being flipped to the off position. He could only affect so many people at one time, and you were one of the unlucky ones to basically become a citizen in the battlefield. 

That didn’t make you take a tactical retreat, much to the chagrin of a certain swordsman. “Then what do you give a fuck about, Zoro?”

“You want to know what I give a fuck about?” Zoro breathed out in a mocking tone of voice, now standing chest to chest with you. His eyes burned into your own. “Right now, it’s teaching you a fucking lesson.” 

Zoro pushed you against the wall, and you let out a small yelp in surprise. He was still dirty from the battle, sweaty, scraped up… but you didn’t have time to think about that, because he crashed his lips onto yours with a feverish need. You yelped again, and all Zoro did was bite your bottom lip.

You felt your brain short-circuit. What was going on? 

The swordsman reached down to put his hands on the back of your thighs, and he hoisted you up in the air in one swift motion. Instinctively, you wrapped both your arms and legs around him, your back still against the wall. “Zoro, what are you—?” 

The swordman’s lips descended on your neck, and he just kept sucking and biting you. He groaned into your neck, and the combination of the low pitch of his voice, the vibration, and the warmth of his breath and mouth were all too much for you. Zoro bit your collarbone, and you gasped. He pulled away to kiss you again. “Shut up.” 

Zoro pulled away from the wall, and took a few calculated steps backwards so he could throw you on your bed. You gazed up at him, completely flushed, but you felt an ache between your thighs. He wasted no time to straddle you, trapping your legs between his, and he grabbed your wrists. “You are going to listen to me right now.” 

He growled in such a desperate way while he tied his ever-so-handy signature bandana around your wrists, and stared down at you. You were underneath him, writhing around, rubbing your thighs together for some friction and relief. You looked dirty, you looked needy, and you looked ravageable. 

Zoro got off of on top of you, and stood by the edge of the bed. He grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him, and you gasped as he ripped through any fabric barrier between you and the air. What’s gotten into him?

He spat on your cunt, then teasingly rubbed one finger in-between your folds. You moaned and arched your back, finding it hard to handle his slow pace. He didn’t let up, though; he kept rubbing his thumb in lazy circles over your entrance, then moving up to rub lazy circles on your clit, and then back down. “Fuck, Zoro, why are you teasing me…?”

“Because you don’t know how to listen.” He watched with sadistic glee as you bucked your hips against his thumb, desperate for more stimulation. “I need you to know who’s in control.” Zoro kept staring a hole into your soul, pride swelling up in his chest as he gazed down at your swollen lips and all the marks he left on your neck. So fucking pretty.

“You want more?” He asked, barely sliding the tip of his middle finger in and out of you. “Tell me you want more. I’m not giving you anything until you beg.”

You bit your lip, not wanting to give in, but your sopping cunt was aching. You shook your head at Zoro. “No…”

He leaned over you, lips hovering just above yours, and growled at you while pulling hard on one of your nipples. “Beg.”

You cried out, grinding your hips against Zoro’s, whimpering as he continued to tug and squeeze your nipples. He grunted, grinding back against you, shuddering from the adrenaline. “Tell me what you want, and fucking beg me for it.”

You let out a shaky breath. “Zoro, I need you inside me…. Please. I—please, Zoro—”

The swordsman took a second to tear his own clothes off of him. God, he was beautiful. Your eyes trailed down further and further… and God, how was he going to fit?!

Zoro smacked his dick against your cunt a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. “Say ‘please’ for me, one more time.”

“…Please.”

He pushed himself inside you in one hard thrust, giving you no time to adjust. An embarrassing squeal came out of your mouth. He was long, and he was girthy, and it felt like you were being split into two. His hand reached up to hold your tied-up ones, and he drilled into you like a man starving for water.

Sloppy, messy, wet, and god it felt so good.

Moans kept pouring out of your mouth as Zoro’s dick kissed your cervix with each thrust. He leaned his upper body onto yours, his voice dark with his own moans and grunts as he again began kissing and marking your neck. “Y’know what I give a fuck about?” He panted. “My woman. Alive.” 

“Zoro, I’m sorry—” 

Zoro changed his pace, his thrusts becoming slower and harder. Your body rocked with each one, and he put his finger in your mouth. “Ah ah ah. Show me you’re sorry. Beg for me. Beg me to make you cum on my dick.”

Your face was burning, you were swimming in pleasure, and your mind was a haze. You could smell sweat and a lingering trace of cologne, you could smell your own wetness, and all you could focus on was the growing, warm pit in your abdomen. His dick was rubbing just the right spot, but your body needed just a little bit more attention there, just a little bit more tension so you could snap—

“Fuck, please, Zoro. Please, I need you to make me cum. I need to cum on you, I’m so close, I—”

Zoro leaned back and put your ankles over his shoulders, and he began ravaging you like the beast he had been acting like earlier. It was all you could do to take it,

it was overwhelming, but his dick was curving right into that perfect spot, over, and over, and over, and over…

You cried out again, feeling the tension finally snap, and you saw white as your orgasm flooded every sense in you. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” You heard Zoro moan, and he snapped his hips into yours a few more erratic times before you felt him twitch, and then you felt the strangest sensation of being full.

He stayed inside you while the two of you fought to catch a breath.

The swordsman grunted, slowly pulling out. You could feel cum spilling out of you. He laid next to you, and untied your wrists. “I can’t… I can’t protect you when you run into the fight vulnerable like that. You were supposed to go where it was safe.”

You sighed, turning onto your side to face him, and traced your finger over the scar on his chest. “’M sorry, Zoro. I was trying to do the right thing.”

“I know,” he murmured, placing his hand over yours. 

He really couldn’t stay mad at you. 

[portgasdwrld]

📂Op men + sitting on their lap.

Featuring: Zoro & Ace, GN!reader

Warning: Suggestive, established relationship

Note: I got carried away😭

Zoro

The bar you walked in was crowded with people and your eyes searched for the figures of your crew and your grumpy boyfriend. You had left to verify something on the ship, but as you expected the crowded bar had little place now for you to sit and enjoy the night too.

You walked around and found your green haired man chatting with the crew and drinking down a bottle of sake. You stopped behind him and softly flicked the back of his head earning a groan from him as he slightly turned in your direction.

-Oh you’re back, I was almost gonna go after you.

He said with a light smile. You smiled back and rolled your eyes at him.

-Yeah sure and you would’ve gotten lost the moment you would’ve stepped outside of this place.

-I’m not that bad with direction.

-Yes you are that bad, that’s not even out to debate.

Nami retorted in your défense with an annoyed look.

-Agree.

Sanji followed after exhaling a cloud of smoke.

-How about you stay out of this ero-cook?

Zoro growled as he leaned his body over the table and gave Sanji an annoyed glare.

-He’s right though baby.

You chuckled as you put your hands on his shoulders to calm his tension.

-Oi, Y/n !

Luffy screamed out your name in excitement in between two bites. You looked over your captain and furrowed your eyebrows waiting for him to say something.

-Why are you standing up? Everyone else is sat!

-Oh, well the bar is pretty packed. There isn’t any chair left…

-it’s okay, come sit on my lap.

-huh?!

You replied shocked. Zoro was never the type to introduce PDA and you were sure it wasn’t the alcohol that was affecting him. Your heart fluttered at the idea of him growing comfortable enough with you and your relationship to be more affectionate with you in public. It was a small gesture but coming from him, you felt warm just at the idea of sitting on his lap.

He didn’t let you have much time to think about it as he took your hand and pulled your body near him to grab your waist and dragged you on his lap. You blushed as you looked up at him and he simply smirked back. You looked away a bit shy and fixed your position on his lap, making sure it wouldn’t be uncomfortable for him.

-Since when do you have the courage like this to pull me into your laps in public, you teased him under your breath so only he could hear.

He emptied what was left in his bottle and looked back at you.

-Was I supposed to let my pretty lover stood up, wouldn’t be very manly of me.

-Yeah it wouldn’t be..

You nodded as you stole a bite of his food while ignoring how his nickname gave you butterflies. He shifted slightly under you to grab another bottle on the table, pressing his large chest on your arm. His hot breath brushing your neck and a secretive low grunt leaving his lips.

You didn’t know if it was because it has been a moment since you two had sex or if your hormones were simply higher that night, but you felt your body getting hot. You grabbed a glass of water on the table and changed your position to face the table. His hands immediately grabbed your hips and he pushed them forward.

-Are you trying to make my dick hard or what. Don’t move like that without telling me, he said annoyed.

As much as his actions were turning you on, the idea of making him hard and then have him fuck you stupid, didn’t even cross your mind…well until he directly asked you.

You looked over your shoulder with now a mischievous look and smiled at him.

-I wasn’t, but now the idea doesn’t sound so bad.

-Y/n…

-What~ little fun won’t kill you.

You said while pushing your hips a little bit against his bulge. You tried to be as discreet as you could be, but Usopp was catching up on what was happening and was giving you two a dirty glare.

Zoro wasn’t going to fold so easily so he just pushed your body to sit on only one of his lap.

-Now, be good and I will see what I can do for you later.

If only he knew he was in for a long night.

Ace

You sigh as you knock on the door of the infamous commander who stole your heart. You barely saw him all day as a mission was approaching and he was looking through everything, making sure the plan would go well.

He quickly showed up at dinner to grab his food, gave you a kiss on your forehead and ran to meet White-beard who had asked for him and few others commanders. You knew it wasn’t his type to barely eat, so you decided to check up on him and grab some food for him before the kitchen closes.

-Who is it ?

You hear his muffled voice filled with exhaustion.

-It’s me, I brought you some food.

-Come in

You open the door and see your boyfriend’s face lying on top of a pile of papers, tired eyes and a weak smile.

-My saver is here, he speaks in a small voice as he sees the big bag of food you brought. You chuckle as you walk closer to him and pat his dark wavy hair.

-I was worried seeing you barely eat today.

-Im so exhausted, It’s like my brain is going to explode from all the information pops has been feeding me.

-He trusts you with those, so I imagine it’s a blessing and a curse at the same time.

-Yeah, but Marco has been helping me a lot, along with the others, so we are making it a little lighter for each other, he says with a tired chuckle as he pulls your body into his laps. He tucks his head in the crook of your neck and let a tired sigh as he closes his eyes.

-Finish your work quickly so you can go to sleep. You are about to fall unconscious on those papers, you whisper softly as you caress his hair.

-Mmmm don’t want toooo, he mumbles childishly against your neck making you giggle.

-Aceee, quickest you finish, quickest you’re free , my love.

He leans back into his chair and stares right into your eyes. They glitter as he looks at you, giving away that he’s planning something.

-I will if you keep me company, he retorts with a huge grin.

You furrow your eyebrows and nod, not seeing anything wrong with it. You haven’t spent much time with him anyway, so that seemed like a good idea. You are about to stand up to go lay on his bed, when his large arms firmly keep you in place.

-But you have to stay on my laps. I want you close to me.

-Ace, you know you’re not gonna get any work done with me on your laps.

-Why not

-Because we both know how that ended up last time, you roll your eyes and squint them at him as you put your hands on his chest to free yourself. He softly put them away and leave a quick kiss on your lips.

-Maybe that’s the type of work I wanna do, he replies with a smirk.

-Suddenly, you don’t seem so tired.

You tease him with a smile while wrapping your arms around his neck. You gently press your lips against his and you feel his warm hands grip your hips as he kisses you back. You pull away to catch your breath and watch his eyes stare at you with nothing but lust.

-Oh shit, the food! you suddenly remember.

-It’s gonna be our aftercare snack, he announces as he picks you up and put you on his bed.

Yeah, he passed out right after y’all were done :/

He ate the food though when he woke up in the morning :D

[zoromuse]

want you (need you) | headcannons

taking an aphrodisiac with them and seeing who gives in first

characters. eustass kid, monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji

general cw. f!reader, aphrodisiacs, just overall desperate men

a/n. based on this ask, thank you for requesting, i had such fun writing this <3

part two

EUSTASS KID

cw. mention of thigh riding, bulge

It definitely takes some convincing for him, but once he sees the competitive aspect of it, he’s kind of driven to the idea. 

At first he found it kind of amusing, since he could see it started affecting you first; even though you said you were fine when he asked you, he didn’t miss the way you clenched your thighs for some friction from time to time. 

Then it started affecting him, his body growing hot all over, from his cocks to his heat that were bright red from all the nerves, but he’d rather die than give in first. 

In the end, you’d have to give up and ask him for what you want, he’s too stubborn to lose and you can’t take it anymore.

You were the first to pounce on him, straddling his lap and quickly grinding on his thigh to get any sort of relief you could find. Your thighs tremble on either side of his waist, and you’re panting wildly because it feels like you’ve been holding your breath ever since you felt the delicious drag of his cock in your walls for the first time of the night, but you’ve never felt better. 

You bask in the afterglow of your orgasm for the next few minutes before you realize he’s growing hard inside of you again. You’re terrified to look anywhere, down to the place you connect with him for fear of seeing the bulge he’s surely leaving in your tummy, and absolutely terrified to look up to his face for fear of being met with the unchanging animalistic look of his face.

"Did you think I would be satisfied with just one time? I was just waiting for you to give in, now I'm gonna have my way with you…"

MONKEY D. LUFFY

cw. whiny luffy

He is always willing to try anything you want, so I don't think it would take a lot of convincing. 

He understood the competitive aspect of it, but as soon as he started feeling the effects of the aphrodisiac he got extra touchy with you.

When you remind him you were supposed to see who could last the longest away from each other, it's almost like he doesn't hear you.

"Fuck that, I need you right now"

“W-wait!” you exclaim, his hands pushing at the dip of your fack to get you to arch further into him. This isn’t his favorite position, he much prefers so see you bounce on his lap and make a mess of yourself, or just simple missionary where he can see all the pretty faces he causes in you with every drag of his cock, but he’ll take this for now. 

“No please, I don’t wanna stop…” he all but whines. His cock keeps abusing that same spot he knows drives you crazy, that’s why you’re having such a hard time voicing your concerns. 

“You can’t be so… l-loud, someone might hear!” Your warnings fall to deaf ears, his pace is unrelenting and shows no signs of stopping anytime soon, despite this being the third time tonight. The substance only gave him a boost on his already big stamina, and you’re starting to regret suggesting this to him. 

“I love you so much,” he said. “I don’t care if anyone hears, I just want to-... mmm f-fuck-!”

RORONOA ZORO

cw. lots of dirty talk, a little bit of mean dom zoro if u squint, mating press, bulge

Much like Kid, he likes the competitiveness of it all, so it’s easy to convince him about this idea. 

I think he would take a more teasing approach on it though.

As soon as he sees you’re feeling the same heat he is, he starts whispering dirty things in your ear to get you to give in first.

“You’re so warm, bet you feel so hot down there too, don’t you?” “How long are you going to keep pretending you don’t want me to bend you over and fuck you right now?"

“Fuck, thank god…” he groans, his hands holding your legs pressed to your chest as you claw at the sheets next to you. “Didn’t know how much longer I could take” 

The irony of it all is that you didn’t know how much longer you could take this. His grasp on your legs and the way his cock hits all the right spots you were aching to have filled, it’s so overwhelming, and yet it’s everything you had been craving tonight.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his thrusts growing deeper and harder, if possible. “Too dumb to talk now?”

You nod, knowing if you tried speaking a mixture of slurred and unintelligible words would be the only thing falling past your lips. He doesn’t mind though, he likes watching you go dumb on his cock, still mindful enough to look down at the way his cock keeps bulging at your tummy. 

VINSMOKE SANJI

cw. dacryphilia if u squint

He’s willing to try anything for you, so it literally only takes suggesting it for him to agree. 

He tries to act like it’s fine, part of him wants to impress you, and part of him wants to see you beg for him. 

Then again, he’s not very patient when it comes to you, so he’ll start with sloppy kisses to your neck, acting like he’s trying to make you give in first.

Eventually it turns into him cursing under his breath, and before he realizes the words are coming out, he’s begging for you to give him something, anything.

“Fuck-!” He groans, throwing his head back. You’re riding him, your tits are bouncing to the rhythm of your hips and your hands are grasping at his chest for balance. He keeps bucking his hips into you, and it’s throwing you off, but he’s reaching the deepest spots of your walls and you’re not sure how much longer you’ll last.

Still, it’s not enough for him. 

He turns you both over, your back landing on the bed with a cry because he took you by surprise, and his hands now on either side of your body, holding himself up as your legs wrap around his waist and he fucks into you just the way he knows you like it.

Sanji hates to see you cry, but somehow he finds the sight of your tears prickling at the corners of your closed eyes so appealing, it almost drives him to the edge. Almost. He wouldn’t even think about leaving his baby unsatisfied.

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[eelnoise]

Sweat

18+ NSFW

tags: zoro x afab reader, oral (receiving), praise, unprotected sex, creampie, soft zoro if you squint, olfactophilia 

a/n: in honor of OPLA and my birthday i wanted to finally post a self indulgent smut fic!! enjoy y'all.

The heat was too much.

Another day on the open sea, you find yourself curled up close to what shade you could still find on the deck despite the scorch of the midday sun.

It was still far cooler outside the Thousand Sunny than within its walls, leaving you with little choice but to weather what disdain you had for the temperature. The ocean breeze helped, but it was doing nothing for the sweat that coated your back.

You're content enough to tilt your head backward, letting your eyes close while you listen to the various chatter from your fellow Strawhats. This worked well enough to distract you from the heat.

That is, until you hear a pair of heavy footsteps approach followed by a sudden weight in your lap. You open one eye and peer down, though you already know what you'll find. And sure enough, you're met with the sight of Zoro resting his head across your thighs.

His eyes are closed, face turned toward your belly and away from the sun. You can't help but smile, even if his head wasn't helping your current disposition to the weather. "Zoro." You say, taking a finger to trace around his ear, gently clinking his three earrings together as you go. "It's too hot for this. Can't you take a nap somewhere else?"

"Shut up." Zoro murmurs. "I'm comfortable."

You laugh softly in reply, moving to rest your hand upon his head to lightly scratch his scalp. You knew he enjoyed the touch and craved the affection that only you could bestow upon him.

It'd taken a long time for you to get Zoro to crack. Being a nightowl yourself, you'd found yourself paired together for many late night watches, and, through endless trials of your patience, had been able to successfully pick his brain and get the swordsman to open up.

Zoro had grown close to you, the man finding the calm aura that you emit oddly comforting at first. Over time the two of you forming a bond that felt closer than kin. What had started as small talk in the crow's nest soon became hours long conversations about plethoras of subject matter lost to the long nights of which they were spoken. Eventually, he'd even get comfortable enough to totally relax in your presence, which ultimately led you to your current position as his personal pillow for a nap.

For Zoro, your compassion was heavenly. You were so soft, so soft and so sweet-tempered. The comfort of your pliable thighs beneath his head and neck was his favorite spot to sleep after a long training session. You're soft for him, so you let him rest. And despite the fact that his breath is hot on your torso, you find yourself dozing off alongside him.

He wakes up on his back, and after a moment he's met with the smell of what could only be the delectable mix of the floral soap you use and the sweat coating your body. One slate gray eye opens to look upon your snoozing face and he can't help but smile at how peaceful and calm you look. But god, do you smell so good. With one quick look around the deck to ensure you're both alone, Zoro turns to his side again to breathe in your scent and something within in synapses activates. He can't get enough of you as he presses his face into your shirt and wraps one large arm around your back and squeezes you tightly with enough force to stir you back into the waking world.

You groan, slowly opening and blinking the sleep from your eyes with a yawn. The weight on your lap is still there, and you peer down at him fully expecting him to still be asleep, but your gaze was met with his own. Zoro's cheek is still pressed to your shirt, and upon seeing you wake he grins. "Why're you lookin' at me like that?" You ask with a sleepy smile of your own, voice rasp with sleep and returning your hand to his head. "Because now," He begins, reaching up to grab your wrist and bringing it to his lips. "I can do this." A few kisses to your skin are given before you feel his tongue slide up your forearm.

Your eyes widen as your skin flushes with a blush. "What brought this on?" Your voice is just slightly shaky as you fight a chill down your spine as he traces his tongue along your arm. Zoro hums, lips sucking slightly upon your skin before he releases your arm. "You." He says, moving to sit up from your lap to look directly into your eyes. And before you can even think he's caught your lips in a hungry kiss, one you reciprocate eagerly. Your arms wrap around his shoulders in response to the two strong arms now currently enveloping your back that held you close.

Zoro releases your mouth to trail kisses along your jaw and neck, making damn sure to swipe his tongue along your salty-sweet flesh and savour just how good you tasted. Your breath grows heavier by the second, soft gasps begin to escape your lips and it sounds like music to his ears. "Fuck, you taste divine." The swordsman groans into your ear before biting your earlobe just hard enough to make you whine. "Zoro…" You whisper, leaning your head forward with another gasp of excitement. "We shouldn't do this here."

You were right, if this were to continue he'd need to take you elsewhere, but he didn't want to remove his mouth from you, couldn't part with the delicious meal in his arms. "I know." Zoro replies, using all he has within him to force his lips away. It pains him, but he parts from you for just long enough to stand and scoop you into his arms with ease. "That's why I'm taking you to my bunk."

Zoro carries you away from the blazing sun and into the ship proper, all the while you take the time to pepper his neck in kisses of your own, a gesture rewarded by both his thick fingers digging into your thigh and a low grunt from his throat. You giggle, thoroughly enjoying the small and rare opperunity of power that you wield over him. "Stop that." He says, smacking your thigh as if scolding you. "No." You murmur into the crook of his neck, the smirk on your face audible in your words. When you bite lightly down on his shoulder he growls and squeezes your ass with enough force to warn that you were in for it now.

The door to his quarters seems to open on its own, both too lost in the moment to notice the mundane. He shoves you against the door, unable to wait any longer to absolutely ruin you. Holding you up by your thighs, you wrap your legs around his waist and feel as his cock throbbing painfully against the confines of his pants. You look at him with a heavy lidded gaze that makes his breath hitch with anticipation. "Mine."

You feel your body shift into a state of arousal. His words hot onto your ear make you clench around nothing, your pussy aching in desire from little more than a kiss. You're taken into another long, passionate kiss, and as Zoro slips his tongue between your lips to meet yours, you feel his large hand move from your hip to your back. He moved you slowly across the way to his bed and gently pressed you down onto it.

The kiss broke only for Zoro to trail his lips along your jawline and down to your neck. He's peppering your flesh with swipes of his tongue and grazes of his teeth that leave behind goosebumps. You writhe beneath him, a sharp chill going down your spine as he keeps his mouth locked upon your body.

The sounds falling from your lips drive him crazy, and before you can process it, Zoro has slipped a hand beneath your t-shirt. Large digits envelop your breast, kneading the supple skin and teasing a nipple between two fingers, causing you to unleash an absolutely filthy series of moans.

You hear him smirk, clearly pleased with the effect he's having on you. "You're so soft." He whispers in your ear, finally removing his mouth from sliding up and down your neck. Zoro's free hand moves to raise your shirt up to your shoulders and you feel the air hit your bare chest, and at once he's replaced his fingers with his mouth.

He's only just begun to taste you again, and he plans on savoring it. The swordsman sucks upon your sensitive bud, and when he bites down you squeal. "Z-Zoro…" His name upon your tongue in that lust-filled tone drives a low groan from his throat. "Yeah?" Zoro says, his mouth releasing your nipple just for a moment. "You like that?" You nod, one of your own hands moving to rest on his head. "Feels so good." Comes your low, raspy voice, the words reverberating in his ears.

Your whines of pleasure spur him onward and his lips are upon your flesh again. His tongue traces down your chest and along your torso, nipping and kissing and simply tasting your skin in his wake. Fingers slip below the hem of those shorts that set him off, his single eye looks up at your face then, brows slightly raised as if asking for permission. You nod, humming in reply to his silent query. Zoro wastes no time, sliding your shorts off and pressing kisses to your waist and hip as he bares the skin beneath the fabric.

Your shorts are removed and tossed aside, shortly followed by your panties. Zoro had already long positioned himself between your legs, but as he looks upon you in this state, bare and presenting yourself to him like a fucking gift, he's going positively feral. On moment's notice, Zoro dips his head between your legs, drawing out a long lick to your inner thighs before pressing a kiss to your bare pussy.

"Fuck!" You breathe in sharply, the touch you so anticipated finally giving a bit of relief to your aching core. Your hand entangles into his hair, grasping his moss-green locks tightly as Zoro begins to taste your slick drenched folds. Its not long before you're melting into the mattress, lost in the swordsman's ministrations along your dripping cunt.

You taste divine. He can't get enough of slurping over your clit, your juices covering his lips and dripping down his chin, and when two thick fingers slip into your hole your back arches, another throaty, sinful moan of his name emanating from your throat. Zoro's working you so well, sucking your clit and stretching you out in a way that had you already seeing stars. He loops your legs around his shoulders to better feast upon you, free hand holding you down by the hip in a death grip.

His fingers are deep enough to hit that delicious spot within you, and he realizes this when you cry out in pleasure and tighten your inner walls around his digits. He murmurs something that sounds like a curse, but you're too far gone to hear properly. Eyes glazed over in desire, you lull your head back onto the pillow and pull on his hair tightly.

The heavenly mantra of illicit and salacious sounds you sing out for him made his cock throb so much and so hard that Zoro couldn't stop himself from releasing your sweet pussy and quickly freeing his aching arousal from the confines of his pants and boxers. Zoro had wanted you to cum on his tongue, around his fingers, but you were just too good. Too hard to ignore how much he needed you carnally.

You whine at the loss of his mouth on you, but as soon as you feel the length of his dick pressing against your slit the sound trails into a long, needy moan. "Zoro, fuck." You say, sitting up on your elbows to watch both his face and the oncoming meeting of your hips. "That's the idea." He replies, a smirk on his lips as he pulls your legs over his waist and presses a kiss to your ankle.

With one hand he aligns himself up with your dripping core, and as he presses his considerable length between your folds you find yourself gripping onto the sheets. Zoro watches as he stretches you out, his pace starting slow as he leans forward to place his hands on both sides of your waist. You're already a mess under him, the plush, wet walls of your cunt sucking him in as he slowly bottoms out within you.

As the tightness of your pussy envelops his cock fully, Zoro quickens his pace, and soon enough he's snapping into you without any sort of consistent rhythm. You're unbothered by this, content to allow him to fuck you any way he needed to. You can feel each stroke he gives you and it's heavenly. Hands grab hold of his wrists, your much smaller fingers circling his forearm as you hold on for dear life.

Zoro isn't one to talk, even during sex. The only sounds coming from him are low grunts and growls of pleasure, and each time you clench around him they'd grow in both frequency and volume. Meanwhile, you're loud. Just loud and giving in totally to the moment. His eye rolls onto your face, and he nearly cums then and there. Your pleased expression, the way your mouth seemed to permanently be open, kiss swollen lips belting out a hymn that tied his stomach in a knot, it was overwhelming.

His pace quickens in response to this, and he's fucking into you so fast that you can't even speak. You're trying to vocalize how good you feel, sputtered and drawn out attempts of speech escape your throat, each one interrupted by way of his cock tip hitting your cervix. Nails dig into his forearms and your back arches. The way you're fluttering your walls around him tells him you're close and he takes the oppertunity to release one side of your waist to rub your clit. "So good for me." Zoro huffs out, his tone just as desperate and raspy as yours has been. "Gonna cum, baby? All over this cock?"

You can only respond with a nod, having long given up on speaking. He smirks, knowing you're at the precipice of ecstasy. "Tell me." Zoro demands, the hand on your waist digging it's nails into your flesh. You can hear and feel your skin slapping together against his, the lewd sound bringing you even closer. "Z-Zoro! Don't s-stop…" You cry out, hips trying and failing to twitch under his strong grip. "I'm so close!"

He growls in finality, the speed of his thrusts just as quick as his hand that teased your clit. You were so… so close, and he moved to push one of your thighs to your chest to rut into your cunt at an angle that sent you over the edge. A sharp, obscene yell of his name fills the room as you cum around his cock, your head rolling back again onto the mattress as you breathlessly ride out your high.

Your release sends him over the edge in turn, a final, mind-numbing sprint against your hips against his takes over. He curses under his breath as large arms wrap around your back. Zoro's kneeled over your body now, the tips of his hair tickling the sensitive skin of your belly as he chases his own release. He can't think about anything else aside from you, the way you look, the way you sound, it's all too much. With a few loud grunts and breathy murmurs of your name he fills you to the brim with his cum, spending so deep within you that you could feel his cock twitch wildly.

You both sit in the embrace for a moment before he releases his grip on your lower half and slides out of you, landing right next to you on the mattress and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close to him. Your hand moves to cup his cheek as you press a quick kiss to his lips. Zoro smiles and kisses your forehead in return. "Told you that you tasted good."

[balsee]

Hear me out? What if reader gave Sanji an apron that says “Kiss The Chef” she got it as ‘a joke’ and now, any time he makes/cooks something for the crew he only puts it on just for her and asks for a kiss before he gives her a plate of food. 🤣

I HEAR YOU LOUD AND CLEAR! <33

It started as a joke.

It's nearly lunchtime on the Thousand Sunny, and you innocently make your way from your bedroom onto the deck, holding your purchase behind your back. The rest of your crew was so wrapped up in their own leisurely pleasures that you walk by them, completely unnoticed, and make a beeline for the kitchen. Upon entering, you see Sanji putting together a plate of finger sandwiches, and he doesn't even notice as you walk up to him; he's much too focused on putting little garnishes on the plate. (Cucumber roses, you notice. You could die on the spot it's so cute).

You clear your throat. "Sanji?"

He glances up from his work, and immediately breaks out into a grin. You'll never get over that, how easy it is for Sanji to smile at the sight of you. It's as if your mere presence alone was enough to make him happy, and while you were never the self-deprecating type, never did you think that you would have that sort of affect on someone.

"Yes, darling?" He asks, wiping his hands on a dish towel. "Lunch is almost ready, but if you're hungry now, I can give you a small plate of fruit salad until it's time to eat."

You smile. "No, thank you, Sanji. Actually, I have something for you."

At this, Sanji blinks. "You do?"

"Yup!" you're starting to fidget, unable to tamper down a giddy, goofy smile, and he notices.

"What is it, love?" he asks with a laugh, and you bounce on the balls of your feet before you pull your hands from behind your back in a dramatic flourish.

It's a pink apron, with the words, "Kiss the Cook" in black cursive printed across the front; a red kiss mark replacing the dot of the letter 'i.' "Ta-da!" you sing, brandishing the apron. "Do you like it?"

Sanji seems at a loss for words, and whatever he's currently feeling, he manages to mask. "Where did you get this?"

"At that spring island we left yesterday," you explain. "I saw it in a window when I was shopping with Nami, and I thought it was perfect for you."

"F-for me?"

"Yes, silly, it's a gift!"

You're expecting Sanji to get embarrassed, or to take it in a way that clearly shows he's forcing himself to like it; but to your surprise, he positively melts.

"You got me a gift?" his voice is almost awed, and before you can say anything, he takes the apron from you. "Thank you, darling, really." You're a little taken aback, he's so sincere that you laugh.

"It was a joke, Sanji. A gag gift. I don't expect you to wear it."

"Of course I'm going to wear it!" he insists, and his usual lovesick enthusiasm comes back. "A beautiful, enchanting lady bought it for me! How could I deny such a heartfelt display from you?" and then to prove his point, he puts the apron on. "See? It's perfect."

***

You soon realize that the apron poses a problem. Sanji isn't embarrassed to be seen with it on, far from it, actually. But when Zoro made some crack about him being 'whipped' one evening in regards to the apron, Sanji had kicked him out of the kitchen after dinner was over, claiming that the "empty-headed, brain-dead" swordsman was too stupid to understand the importance of such a gift. And while you were happy Sanji ended up liking your little joke, a new problem starts to surface.

He'll put the apron on only for you, and tries to get a kiss.

"Y'know, for a simple kiss, I can sneak you another slice of cake." he said one night, when the dishes were cleaned and he was piping frosting along a pound cake.

"In your dreams, Sanji." you sing, and swipe a finger of icing before heading to the door.

He had tried several times after that, so sly and genuine that you almost felt bad for shooting him down. On his fourth attempt, he begs outright, completely and utterly shameless.

"Can't you see what you're doing to me, Mon coeur?" he asks, a steaming plate of paella in one hand yet to be given to you. "A kiss from you would mean the world to me, there's nothing else that would compare." he leans in ever so slightly, slightly pink-faced and pleading; there's a ruined look on his face that has your blood spiking dangerously. "What more do I have to do, sweet thing?"

You scrutinize him closely. Seconds tick by.

Sanji starts to compose himself, an easy smile on his face, as if he hadn't just made a fool of himself mere seconds ago, and his voice is soft. "Ah, don't worry, I'm just teasing. Perhaps another time--"

Before you can back out, you lean forward and kiss him, true and sweet. Time stops in a moment of pure perfection before it resumes. In a flash you pull away, but the soft feeling of his lips against yours remains. "There you go!" you smile at him, as cheerful as ever, and quickly take the paella from his hands before heading to the door. Normally, you don't eat food on the deck aside from sweets, but you want to hide your shaking hands and the incredible blush rising to your face.

As the door swings shut behind you, Sanji all but collapses onto the counter, and thinks that he's never been more grateful for a joke.

[cinnbar-bun]

Hugs and Kisses (One Piece) Pt.2

Featured Characters: Robin, Franky, Chopper (platonic only!), Brook, Jinbei

Scenario: How they like to give hugs and kisses to you <3

Rating: SFW

You can read this on my AO3 here!

Chopper (this is platonic!)

Chopper really loves being held and kissed by you. 

While you’re not his dad (Zoro) or his mom (Robin), you’re very up there when it comes to Chopper’s affections. 

He loves when you scratch his ears and feed him cotton candy. 

He likes just sitting on your lap. It’s comforting, and feels he can trust you a lot to keep him safe and hold him.

While he says he doesn’t like to be babied, it’s obvious once he’s in your arms that he really loves how secure you make him feel. 

You’re like a… hm… cool older sibling! Yeah! That’s it! He goes to you often for fun or to help sneak him something he may want, and you’ve become something like a sidekick to his habits. 

Not that you mind, he’s your baby bro Chopper. If Mom and Dad say no, well, he can always go to you (and 99% of the time, you give in). 

Robin 

Ever the elegant and mature woman, she will be more likely to express her emotions and love for you in more private settings. 

It kinda traces back to her personality and history, she’s just worried you’ll be an even bigger target by being seen so closely with her (the last thing she’d ever want is for you to be captured or tortured because of her) 

But in an innocent way… she would like to play the part of a “normal” couple. She knows it’s a pipe dream, considering she’s the Devil Child and you’re both a part of the Straw Hats, but still. 

That’s why, if you want to surprise her, hold her hand in public on slower days, like in the market or at a wonderful view of a flower field. She's touched when you do that, and she decides to join you in playing along as the “normal” couple she sometimes fantasizes about. 

She's never had anyone she was close to in the way you are to her, so she’s very protective of you. If she feels you are in danger or someone is trying to fight you, she immediately stands in front of you. 

She prefers hugs in private, where she can pull you close and hold you without fear of being hurt or seen. When she gets more comfortable though, she’ll wrap an arm around your shoulder or keep an arm around your waist so you two can be close. 

Robin can be a bit of a tease, and while normally her kisses are simple pecks on your forehead, cheek, or nose, she can and will put on bold red lipstick and kiss you, leaving an obvious stain (she may or may not tell you). 

Perhaps it’s something of a possessive streak coming in… and, well, she kinda can’t help it. You’re too cute. 

Franky 

Should be obvious, but Franky is SUUUUUPPPPERRRR into PDA. He’ll just sweep you in his arms and throw you over his shoulders, or snuggle you like you’re a teddy bear (and seeing how big he is, you kinda look like one). 

He doesn’t get embarrassed by what others think, he’s just wanting to hug you and kiss you lots when he feels like it. 

He’s so needy when he’s not building things. Straight up will beg to be able to hug you and sob if you have to decline. 

Despite his eagerness to be with you at almost all times, he’s not gonna jeopardize you or anyone else in a serious situation. He knows there’s a time and place for things, and he won’t try to be physically affectionate in the midst of a battle. 

He will, however, wink and say that once this is over, you owe him some kisses and hugs. 

If you compliment and hug him, he’ll give himself an ego trip and smirk. He knows he’s super, but when you say it, it just makes him feel uh- super-er! 

He likes you sitting on his lap most. It’s so comfy having you there, and he likes resting his chin on top of your head. 

Often likes to look at what you’re doing when in these positions. If you’re reading, for example, he likes to try and follow along with it. If you’re doing something like say… gaming or drawing, he’s happily watching to see what you’ll do next. 

He might even create something to go with your favorite hobby to make it easier/better for you! 

Brook 

Brook is a gentleman (for the most part), and so he won’t do anything forward without your permission. 

Listen, he’s always going to be down for you wanting to hug, hold his hand, or kiss him. He will make many, maaany jokes about how he “can’t feel it cuz he’s dead” and laugh his signature laugh, but he really does treasure your affection. 

Sure, he can’t feel it or reciprocate it back the way he could as a human, but he does enjoy and appreciate how effortlessly you make him feel like one. 

Similar to Robin, the idea of a relationship, especially in his physical state, was nigh impossible in his mind. But you, for some reason (he’s still trying to figure it out), loved him, even for all the reasons you really shouldn’t have. 

Also like Robin, when you hold his hand or kiss his cheek (or where his cheek would be if he had one-), he feels almost… “nostalgic”. That’s how he likes to describe it. He’s gotten used to life as a skeleton, and though he yearns for skin to be able to hold you correctly, he enjoys what he has with you. It’s the closest he ever gets to feeling alive again, and only you could spring forth such feelings from him. 

He can’t “kiss” persay, but he likes to press his mouth against your forehead- so at least you can get a kiss without him possibly hurting you or making it feel weird!

He loves when you lean against him, so he’ll wrap an arm around then. Also loves when you pepper kisses all over his face, it makes him happy. 

Yes, it’s a bit unconventional, but it’s your unconventional relationship and damn it, he’ll treasure it and fight for it like no tomorrow. 

Extra thought: Brook would make sure to give you an accessory that matches with him, so he can always remember you and be connected with you, even after death. 

Jinbei 

Jinbei is so respectful, so gentlemanly, and so sweet, and you can’t help but feel adored with him. 

Often takes your hand and presses a kiss to it, especially as a greeting or good morning. He likes how your hands compare to his larger ones. 

Again, very respectful and honorable, so he will not force his affection onto you unless you ask. Then when he gets more comfortable, he will begin to ask if he can hug you, kiss you, hold your hand. If you say you don’t mind/he doesn’t need to ask as much, he will take note and make an attempt to “surprise” you with a hug. He does like the look on your face when your eyes widen and the large smile on your lips once he randomly decides to hold your hand. 

Likes to hug you in private, and when he does, he makes sure to wrap you in his arms and stroke your back. It’s so nice, and Jinbei is quite warm, funnily enough. It’s like a very snuggly heater wrapped around you. 

Jinbei, despite being the “adult” in the Straw Hats for the most part, he tends to get super cute and bashful when you kiss him. It’s adorable seeing the slight blush on his face and the goofy grin when he recovers. 

He often jokes that it’s an eye for an eye, so if you kiss him, he must kiss you back, and vice versa. He's all about being equal and treating you with respect while making sure you understand how much he loves you. 

Jinbei doesn’t admit it, but he would adore wearing matching kimonos or outfits with you. He might like to wear contrasting colors but with a similar theme, or just the same pattern and color. It makes him feel closer to you sharing outfits like that. 

[merbear25]

Long awaited rest

The sheets had been rustled from your aggitated turning; their coolness long since faded under your body heat. As the moon changed its position in the sky, you refrained from checking the time—that would only make the sought after rest more unattainable. Lying on your back, you wondered how much longer it'd be until he joined you.

Sanji, Zoro, Corazon

CW: SFW, fluff, established relationship, gn!reader

Sanji: He'd been up late trying to perfect a new recipe he'd been on the brink of completing. After success had finally graced him, the clock taunted him with the amount hours of his life he'd spent. His eyes were droopy, dark circles were teasing his soft glow: the lack of sleep was catching up to him.

Stumbling into your shared room, his body practically gave way, letting itself flop down next to you. With him face down, his breaths were drawn out as his body was swallowed by the much needed comfort.

You curled up next to him, letting your finger tips trace up and down his back. He didn't stir: only a twitch at the side of his mouth indicated his knowledge of your gentleness. A hushed groan came from him as he rolled his body against your hand, unaware of how much he'd been desperate for your affection.

You rubbed his back being mindful not to massage too deeply and wake him. Leaving light kisses on his shoulder, cheek and forehead, your heart warmed at his dreamlike gratitude, affectionately murmuring about how much he loved you.

Snuggling up to him, you only kept a light hand on his arm, giving room for tosses or turns that may ensue. With him finding his way back to your side, your body was able to dose off, as well.

When the light of the new day shined into your room, its soft rays were casted on the both of you: curled up in each other's embrace and still fast asleep.

Zoro: Having come dangerously close to losing his previous battle, iradicating the imperfections that'd rusted his techniques was a must. Getting lost in his self-analyzation, losing track of time: consequences that were both small prices to pay for growth. However, his body was telling him that its limits had been reached and sleep was inevitable.

Exasperated from the unavoidable limitations, he let up for the night and shuffled off to bed. When opening the door, he noticed you were still awake, despite you not even turning to face him. There was a notable difference between the calmness of your sleeping person when compared to a simply relaxed state—the way your chest rose and fell was a dead giveaway.

Crawling in next to you, he asked why you were still awake. Turning over to face him, you admitted that some nights were just harder to fall alseep without him than others.

Taking a moment to think to himself, he scooched closer you. He patted his chest, signaling for you to lay your head upon it, to which of course you were more than happy to oblige.

Hearing his heartbeat soothed parts you didn't realize needed mending. The tranquility of your embrace offered its services, easing your tired bodies to sleep.

He was the first to wake the following morning: you were still sound asleep against his chest, your hair was ruffled ever so slightly. The peace shown on your face charmed him into placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Corazon: There was still so much to do, yet never enough time to do it. The stress and anxiety of the encounters to come weren't eating away at him though; he was resilient and determined to complete his purpose. That being said, even the heros who work within the shadows need their sleep.

Trying his best not to disturb you, he attempted to ease the door open. You were always sweet, but when you slept, you had a certain tenderness to you, one which alleviated all the woes weighing on his heart.

Getting into bed, he couldn't ignore his need to hold you. When you felt his arm drapping over you, you looked up at him and asked if everything was alright.

Kissing your temple, he assured you that everything was fine, while adding in an apology to having woken you up. Hearing this, you informed that you hadn't been able to sleep.

Cozying up closer to you, he ran his thumb over the top of your hand and asked the reason for it. Fearing you might add to his already worried mind, you simply answered that it was just one of those nights.

You stayed awake for a little while longer, talking to each other, barely above a whisper until you slipped into your dreams.

You were the first to wake up to the dawn of the new day. He had shifted onto his back and was still in a deep sleep. Wanting to enjoy the early morning by his side, you hung your arm over his and nuzzled into the crook of his neck, kissing the top of his shoulder.

[anystalker707]

Love bites

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender neutral] Reader Kinktober prompt: Biting Tags: Clingy Sanji / He's very vocal / Cums untouched

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          Sometimes, Sanji was clingy, just like that. He’d spend every second of his free time with his arms wrapped around you, his face pressed to your neck if possible. It was a little impressive for how long he stood there doing that, but you just got used to it after some point.

You could tell Sanji had been holding himself back from doing it lately. It was easy after you caught on a little pattern that happened over a couple of times when you went to check up on him in the kitchen, as usual. He sat across from you while the food heated up on the stove, elbow on the counter and cheek against his palm, his free hand in yours. His fingers just played lightly with your own, and he made a little talk. He kept the touches and talk at a minimum; it was hard to stop after starting, but he couldn’t go through long hours without at least having you around.

Of course, there was time to be together after he left the kitchen clean for the night, but it only meant spending the night together since he always woke up very early.

When Nami alerted you about the next island finally showing up on the horizon, you could see Sanji’s eyes shine a little. He made sure to leave a detailed list for the others regarding what he was going to need from the island, making sure to hand it to Nami. You also saw him fight with Zoro for a couple of minutes over who’d be the one staying back to watch the ship. There was some dedication.

“(Y/n), my dear!” Sanji called as soon as the others left, hands clasped together as he twirled over with heart-eyes. His arms wrapped around your neck once he got close enough, and he stood there with that silly smile. Impossible to resist. You kissed his cheek, hugging him in return and giving his cheek a kiss. A soft red tone took over his cheeks. “Another?”

You hummed softly in response, giving his other cheek a kiss, which made him melt a little more into your arms. His lips parted open, but he never really had the opportunity to say anything; you kissed him gently, making his breath hitch in his throat before Sanji could actually start kissing you in return.

Despite how agonizing it had been to spend the past days with limited touches from Sanji during the day, you were kind of grateful for it—kissing and holding him now felt much better. His lips against yours felt inexplicably nice and comforting.

The little make-out session lasted for a few minutes, but not because you grew tired of it or anything. Sitting under the shade of one of the trees on the deck seemed a lot better, even more so with the lovely weather on the island. It wasn’t as awfully hot as it’d been for the past days in the open sea.

Whatever Sanji muttered fell incoherent. He let you sit with your back against the wall, half lying down, and he was practically thrown across you as he pressed his face to your shoulder.

Okay. You smiled a little bit, running your fingers through his hair gently, gently massaging his scalp with the tip of your fingers with the hand that wasn’t holding him; it was something that made him quickly melt. He hummed softly but didn’t do a lot. He loved receiving affection just as much as he loved giving it.

Sanji’s hair fell back with the position, and you pulled his shirt’s collar down a bit, exposing his neck more. It made his skin rise in shivers. Tempting.

It was possible to hear Sanji’s breath stop in his throat the moment your lips met the side of his neck. He even tensed up a little, though he didn’t do anything to stop you, just sitting there and enjoying the soft kisses pressed along the side of his neck. One of the hands he had around you clenched onto your clothes when you went a little lower, below his ear. You knew his sweet spot was around that area, and finding it wasn’t hard; you pressed your lips to different spots on the skin until you found his pulse, and he even squirmed a little with the number of kisses pressed there.

“Sanji,” you whispered quietly into his ear, your lips grazing over it lightly. “Can I leave a mark? It’s been a while.”

The quiet sound Sanji made was muffled against your shoulder, but you could still catch onto the needy tone it carried. “Yeah,” he mumbled, moving his head a little so that you could hear him clearly.

You hummed softly, nose running along the skin until you were pressing kisses to his neck again. There were kisses to his sweet spot again, this time mixed with a little of tongue, and Sanji’s grip on your clothes became tighter. It felt like he was holding his breath, stiff and unmoving for a solid minute, and you could confirm it with the harsh exhalation followed by a deep inhale at the moment your lips closed around the skin. Your teeth nipped on his neck gently at first, but then you started sucking and teething more on it, sometimes pausing to lick and kiss the skin to give it a break.

Sanji’s breath was a little out of pace by the time you were finished, a soft groan escaping his lips once he noticed you were finally done.

Whatever Sanji had to say turned into a broken sound once your lips attached to his skin again. The other mark had been quite low, under his collar, but he deserved one that was actually visible, right? One that showed he belonged to you.

Despite not being as sensitive as the other spot, having your teeth tugging on the skin a little below his ear made Sanji gasp again. He inhaled shakily, adjusting his position a little to present his neck better to you, but it made you slip a little.

“Shit,” you whispered, clicking your tongue. “Sanji.” You sighed, patting Sanji’s shoulder lightly. His visible eye was a little hazy when he looked at you, peeking through messy strands of hair.

“Did I do something wrong?” He pouted a little.

“No, no! Let me just—” You patted his shoulder again, and he sat up properly, letting you sit up as well. Your back stung a little, but that wasn’t the priority at the moment. Now that you noticed it, your breathing was also a little out of pace, so you needed a moment before pointing a thumb back. “Cabin?”

          Sanji’s tongue peeked between his lips, wetting them as he leaned his head back against the pillow and watched you move closer, his hands immediately holding your waist before you even settled yourself down, straddling his lips.

“(Y/n),” he mumbled, eyeing your lips, before you pulled him a little closer by his tie and kissed him again. A sigh escaped his lips with a tone of relief, and the mood that you two had created earlier slowly came back. His hands rubbed up and down your waist in such a nice motion, almost soothingly if it weren’t for the urgency of the moment.

You opted to give Sanji multiple pecks instead of a single long kiss, sometimes nibbling on his lips just to snatch a little whimper from him, while your hands worked on undoing the buttons of his blazer, then his tie, and lastly his shirt. The shirt and blazer were pulled down enough to expose one of his pale shoulders, and his skin was already rising in shivers once again as you planted kisses down his jaw, neck, and just then his shoulder.

Sanji found it difficult to lie still. His grip tightened to pull you closer as you nibbled on the skin. It became red easily, the gentle touches making his breath hitch in his throat, sending sparkles down his spine and having him crave more, but he wouldn’t plead.

Finally, though, you gave him a love bite on his neck; it made Sanji gasp, arching his back a little.

“(Y/n),” Sanji gasped, momentarily relaxing once you started pressing kisses over the bite mark.

You smiled proudly at the bite mark, seeing the shape of your teeth on the skin. Sanji looked at you, seeming like he wanted to say something, but your attention was somewhere else already.

In general, Sanji was a sensitive person, but it took a little more effort to actually explore it. For example, the way Sanji’s chest could actually be very sensitive. The first times you touched him, you presumed it was just a normal reaction coming from him, but the more you lingered there, the more you noticed how squirmy it could make him.

As your mouth met Sanji’s peck, his breath already hitched in his throat, coming out as a moan once you started nibbling on the skin. Sanji’s hands moved, one wrapping around the bedsheets and the other around your shoulder, pulling you closer at the same time he arched his back. The way your teeth sank into the skin around his nipple had whimpers spilling from his lips, even more so when you started sucking on it, making the pink bud even brighter.

Just the feeling of your tongue running flat against his nipple was enough to make him throw his head back against the pillow, pushing his hips up against yours, but he knew better than to disturb you. Soon, there were soothing kisses over his chest, just for them to be suddenly replaced by a harsh bite around his nipple that made Sanji let out a fucking loud moan. His hand wrapped tightly around your shoulder as he squirmed, but he didn’t hate the pain. It sent a nice feeling down to his lower stomach. His pants felt so fucking tight by now, and he could feel himself leaking already.

Once you let go, Sanji took a deep breath, whimpering a little as he tried to come back to reality. The area where you’d bitten throbbed, and his cock also throbbed between his legs.

“Fuck,” he breathed, covering his eyes with the back of his hand. He’d fucking missed that.

The mattress sank under your knees as you shifted on the bed until your lips were over Sanji’s abdomen this time. The kisses you placed there were just soft distractions while your hands worked on unbuttoning his pants, taking your time to do it to give Sanji a little break. He was already a mess. He deserved it.

When you started undressing him once again, though, you only removed his pants. Sanji was a little disappointed, but he didn’t mind how you were taking longer. You could take all the time you wanted, after all this time he spent holding himself back, as far as he was concerned.

Your eyes lingered on the wet stain on Sanji’s boxers, pondering your options, but you decided to just leave it be, at least for now.

Sanji’s heartbeat picked up a little when you started lowering the waistband of his boxers. It didn’t go that far, though, just low enough so that you could nibble on his hip. The area was also sensitive, not surprisingly; Sanji had to struggle to keep his legs still and not close his thighs around you while you did that. Just the little nibbles were enough to have his toes curling while his knuckles went white around the bedsheets, in a way you needed to actually hold his thighs when biting down on his hip.

Incoherent sounds came from Sanji, some of them resembling his name and others just in a pleading tone. It even gave you a little more motivation to leave a bite mark on his waist as well. Sanji’s breathing faltered in a way that resembled a sob, cock visibly twitching through his boxers.

Honestly, your patience was running thinner a little faster now. You went ahead to biting on Sanji’s thigh without kissing or nibbling on the skin first, leaving behind marks of love bites that Sanji loved so much. The best was saved for last, of course—the inner side of Sanji’s thighs was one of his favorite spots to be touched, always making him feel so fucking good.

Sanji really couldn’t help it—the way you also started sucking hickeys into the inside of his thighs, nipping on the thin skin, biting and teasing it… He was too lost to notice that you’d already paused, now only watching him breathe heavily, staring at the ceiling with hazy eyes as he tried to come down to reality.

Did he really come untouched again? You raised your eyebrows a little, hooking your finger around the waistband of his boxers to pull it down just enough to show the sticky mess his cock was in.

“Already?” You clicked your tongue, but Sanji could notice a hint of a smile on your face. “Yeah, we can do better than that.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[silkentine]

Can you tell me a bit more about how you think the genders would change the story in the OP world

Hi! THANK YOU sooooo much for your question! When I do genderbending, I love to keep almost all things about a character the same except for what might change based on how other people would treat them regarding their gender (in both positive and negative ways). So for example, my fem!Usopp is more concerned with her physical appearance (building jewelry and wearing colorful fabrics) because she was raised mostly by herself after her Mom, Yassop, left and her Dad, Banchina, died and learned at an early age that girls get listened to when they look more pulled together, something that likely didn’t affect male Usopp since boys are allowed to be a bit more rough and tumble. Masc!Robin, on the other hand, had an easier time living on the run but he struggled to develop advanced social skills and is therefore a bit more standoffish and shy than canon!Robin (this is why he wears gloves when we first meet him in Girl Piece). I have more in-depth ideas about how fem!Zoro and fem!Sanji’s backstories/timeskip might change (because gender roles and expectations play a large part) but it’ll take me some time (and space) to fully write them down teehee. When I publish my fem!Zoro design, expect there to be basically an entire fanfic in the caption LOL

Admittedly, a lot of my design choices are aesthetic ones since I am primarily a visual artist so I have a lot to say about what the characters wear and how they perceive themselves. If you’re interested in how their behaviors and the story itself might change, I (once again and forever will continue to) recommend ~Well Hello Ladies~ by @kooabreen on AO3. Her work affects mine often and vice versa. She can take one of my half-formed ideas and run with it, turning a tiny little detail (that’s maybe 10 pixels wide in my art) into a beautiful chapter about sisterhood.

As further thanks for your question, I drew Shanks and Luffy! All Hail Girl Piece!!!

[semyla]

Training & Culinary Arts

Summary: A new routine has been implemented on your daily basis now, one was training Zoro and Perona to become stronger, but also making healthy meals for them.

Edit: Sorry guys if the first chapter didn’t make any sense I didn’t know how to write it properly, my bad everyone.

Days had passed and after things calmed down, a new routine has now began. Zoro, the swordsman had started training with Mihawk, Mihawk had ask you for help in the process of it.

You would do warm ups and exercise to help him with his body and help him to become even tougher. He had already told you how he train, which you expected no less when he told you he trained like a savage.

Sports became a big thing, playing basketball became a main thing. Baseball was taken out of the list, because Zoro had thrown the ball twice too hard and two fast, one hitting a window and another either to the forest or lake, and finding them had gotten Zoro lost. 

"You are getting a lot more better now" You said bouncing the ball in position as Zoro stood in front of you.

"Really? Thanks, I only learning from the best" Zoro said smirking and carefully analyzing your moves.

The moment you try making a move Zoro makes one too, but a very bad one. He decide that maybe going at full speed and force he had be able to take the ball from you, for doing both of your legs tangled up making you almost fall. Zoro  had panicked and grabbed you.

"Good job Roronoa, you just won a charge, a personal foul charge" Mihawk said as he had sat down watching the whole game, as you hang on to Zoro's hand (He would be lying if he said wasn’t ready to jump in when he saw you). You stood up from his hand.

"Sorry, you okey?" Zoro asked you, letting go.

"Yeah, but remember the rules" You said, and through out the game you won because he would shot the ball at the wrong hoop, Mihawk counted.

You stood aside to see Mihawk and Zoro training, while Perona flew next to you.

"You should be training too" You said turning to her with your arms crossed.

"Me? I don't need training!" Perona responded.

"You only use your devil-fruit, your ghost can't even affect Mihawk, even if he didn't attack you, what if he did? Or someone who had the same ability as him? Your power would be useless" You said.

Perona tries to use her ghost against you as. Petty attempt to prove you wrong, to which it didn't work. The ghost couldn't pass you, it was like a barrier only annoyingly surrounding you, to which you shush away.

"We start training tomorrow morning" You said walking away.

You discovered that Perona likes volleyball and a bit of tennis and cricket, she didn't like exercise a lot, so doing you made her a small routine to follow at least for 2 to 3 days a week max. 

You also had to always make sure to never put Zoro and Perona together playing sports because they either start fighting or do something stupid, either way fighting was always in the middle of it.

Maybe trying to do a You and Mihawk team up vs Zoro and Perona was a bad idea, and changing it to Mihawk and Perona vs You and Zoro was a better idea, nonetheless the fighting still happen regardless what team they were.

~~~

Just as much as training became a big thing so did eating. Again food was a thing you needed to make sure was enough, but also enough for you to bake things outside of your daily basis and snacks too.

Long time ago you learn how to make this protein powder, as you grew up to were able to create a different versions of it and mastering on the making of a protein shake. You would give one of these to Mihawk once in a while, but now that the new guest.

You took Zoro to the kitchen, showing the powder and how you turned to protein shake.

"You know eating well would help you just as much as training" You said putting the shake in front of him.

He looked at it and questioning it.

"Don't look at it like that, try it" You said, and Zoro took a sip, immediately liking it.

"This is actually good, how do you make it?" Zoro asked.

"Are you interested of having more? I make this for me and my lover.." You stop talking because Zoro looked at you weird.

"Don't start. Anyway, I can teach you how to make the powder and turn it into a protein, this can help you to maintain a healthy body, I can even teach you how to do different flavors" You said, at first annoyed, but letting it slide as you talk to him.

"Amazing" Zoro kept drinking it.

"I think I had like to try more of this often, you got the receptive?" Zoro asked.

"Of course, you think you had be able to do it?" You asked, very skeptical.

"No, my crew has a cook" Zoro said, relieving you knowing now that he would

"Your crew? You never talk about them much other than your captain" You pointed out, remembering a few times he had talked about him and how Mihawk had suspicious he put his pride aside for his captain.

"You know mentioning my captain he would love drinking this too. The cook and I.. don't get along, but I doubt he will refuse to make it, especially if I get Luffy to try it" Zoro said, you listened.

"I'm glad, I hope they like it as much as you do, i thought it would be very sweet for you. You have almost the same taste as Mihawk, not too sweet" You pointed out.

"No, it's the perfect like this" He reassure you.

Perona enters the kitchen, your judgment looking for a snack to eat.

"Just in time. Perona I made you something for you" You said, putting the protein shake in front of her.

"Huh? What is this?" She flew over to look at it, her drink was pink very different from the one Zoro was drinking.

"Try it, it's strawberry flavor" You said. Perona looked at Zoro seeing how he was enjoying his.

Perona tries it, and her expression show how much she liked it. Later on she had a bagel you made, also protein based.

"Love, I made you something" You said coming in to the living room where Mihawk had a book that you had brought him form your trip.

"I saw the other two with the protein shakes you made, they seem to like it" Mihawh said.

"They did, I made your favorite too, would you like a bagel too? I made sure it doesn't jelly on it" you asked him, putting the shake in front of him.

"Not now, i'm not hungry" Mihawk said looking at it, you nodded and kissed his cheek leaving the room to give him some space alone to read his book.

[roronoas4nji]

Zoro: No. I'm staying on the ship.

The gang didn't find it strange, they deduced that Zoro wanted to have some silence to take a nap. They left without giving the fact any importance, except for sanji.

The blond hid his smile, planning to go back and find zoro on the deck trying to sew some buttons.

Zoro não levou a sério quando Sanji disse que teria que consertar os botões que ele quebrou dali em diante. Sua única experiência com isso foi tentar fazer um ponto em si mesmo. Ele obviamente não tinha habilidade, então ele acreditou que o loiro would reconsider.

The next morning Sanji left his shirt, buttons and a sewing box on the kitchen table.

Zoro: What is this?

Sanji: You're not that dumb.

Zoro: What am I going to do with this? Shove it up my ass?

Sanji: I personally suggest doing it with your hands.

But sanji was committed.

The blond decided that he would not touch zoro nor allow him to touch him until his shirt was fixed.

Zoro held up well the first day. The second. He huffed on the third, thinking about how the cook thought he was important to the point of affecting him. The fourth and fifth were monotonous. In the sixth there was no more fun. In the seventh the arrival on the island was announced, and also that of its limit.

The friends stayed on the island, always anxious in the first days on dry land. Sanji was the only one to return, he took the opportunity to store his replacement items in the kitchen.

He didn't pass by Zoro, but he knew the swordsman noticed his presence. Controlled himself not to peek.

Approaching the big hour, zoro entered the kitchen and threw the shirt in the same way he received it. Sanji finished taking a drag on his cigarette, evaluating his work without touching it.

Sanji: It took a while.

Zoro grunted, irritated: But it's done.

Sanji: Yeah, i see.

Zoro: So...?

Sanji: So what?

Zoro didn't know whether he wanted to hit himself in the head first or beat the cook uphe was frustrated, with a strange thing in his chest since they moved away.

Zoro: You know.

Sanji: Do you want to sew another piece? I have a pair of pants that need-

Zoro, on alert: Cook.

Sanji laughed, enjoying the situation. He didn't care much about the buttons stuck in the wrong position, he was more interested in the lips unconsciously projected in a pout. The blond stood up, stopping in front of zoro. Roronoa still had his arms crossed, in a false pose.

Sanji didn't shake his smile, it only grew when he touched him for the first time in days. Zoro repeated his act, resting one hand on his torso and the other on his face. Sanji felt a difference in his calloused fingers, he moved his hand away from his face so he could examine it.

Sanji left a long seal on the tip of one of his pierced fingers.

Sanji: Idiot marimo. Maybe now think before being rude.

Zoro: Or you could give up the buttons.

Sanji gave another kiss, slowly breaking the stubbornness: I'm giving you an exercise in patience.

[themushroomofdeath]

zoro x reader | rotten fluff just a short one, for me and the stinkers @sleepymarimo @zoros-ball-sweat @bby-deerling having a shitty day, just wishing zoro would hold me against his 110cm tatas. 😔

Outside, the rain pours down the ship's deck, like icy curtains, cold and mean, unforgiving. Matching your early mood. But now, you can feel only warmth and safety, loved and protected, as strong arms hold your form against a sturdy body, skin to skin, head pressed to the expanse of scarred chest, focused on the gentle rhythm of a heart that was entrusted to you, and you only. 

You couldn't sleep, but still felt completely in peace, comfortable in this position - never happier than now. The downpour outside turned into music when combined with his heartbeat and even breathing, your favorite kind of song. 

It was significant to be trusted enough to rest so close by him - bodies almost mingled into one. First-Mate of the Straw Hats, Pirate Hunter, a man used to be always on high alert to possible danger around him and his loved ones, now fallen into deep slumber, lulled by the safety of love, holding you in his arms like he was only a complete piece with your heart close to his.

Roronoa Zoro is not a man of public displays of affection, by any means, never one to pour his heart's content into the open, always private to this fragile thing called love. But as his partner and confidant, you could feel and see it just as clearly, an open book that he was for you, the one who was able to decode his language - the one who he allowed to, heart yearning for yours. 

And how you loved this man, words not enough to express the warmth spreading through your limbs, pure affection and tenderness pouring through your veins, by being in his close proximity. Safe and protected by his arms, love and devotion clear by the simple act of existing together, a reminder his love was yours as well.

You hadn't noticed how fondly you were gazing at his features all this time, till a raspy voice vibrated through your connected bodies, waking you up from your daydreams. “What'cha staring at?” A slurred question, from a sleepy man. You haven't noticed he was awake till now, so relaxed he was in your embrace, but with a fond smile, you could feel the slight increase of his heart frequency. Such a shy man, even after all those years.

“Just thinking about how much I love you. Adore you. Admire you. Want nobody but you. You know… Nothing much.”

With a giggle escaping your throat, you had earned a large calloused hand covering your eyes, in exasperation for how soft you made him. “Shut it, 's too early” As much as he tried to hide, his cardiac rhythm gave his secrets to you, experience with his reactions enough to know how a fine blush probably dusted his tanned skin now. Adorable, you thought.

“It's true, though. I love you, so so much.” Reaching to take his hand in one of your, you busied yourself by deliberately kissing each of his scarred knuckles, nuzzling his calloused and warmth palm. And he allowed it, as he always did - in the privacy of your quarters, quietly melting to your displays of affection, heart bursting with so much love, unable to contain all of it, despite his bashful nature.

“Yeah… Love ya too.” 

Sleep was lost to you both now, but none cared to go back to it. The awake world was better, when you had someone like Roronoa to hold and kiss your worries away.

[agoodroughandtumble]

Do You Think They Know? - Zoro x Reader Part 2

Status: Complete (2 out of 5) Summary: A culmination of oneshots ascertaining Reader & Zoro's relationship Warning: SWF - following parts may include 18+, Language, implied smut

2.

You slumped onto the deck – all energy exhausted from your latest fight with the Marines. After a quick scan you thankfully noted all of your crew mates still intact – albeit a little worse for wear. Most importantly, Zoro was fine. A little too fine. No sooner had the battle been over he had started complaining about your technique because obviously that was what ever girl was dying to hear. So after hearing his lecture and rolling your eyes so far back in your head you could almost see the East Blue when Sanji helped you to your feet and asked for your assistance downstairs, well, obviously, you couldn’t say no.

“So what do you need me for?” You asked, wincing slightly as your forearms collided onto the counter with more force than you had been aiming for.

“Oh, nothing.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

A small chuckle left Sanji’s lips. “You looked like you were about to hit that moss-head, which, usually I wouldn’t mind but a woman as lovely as you shouldn’t have to bother yourself with the likes of him.”

Normally, you didn’t pay much heed to Sanji’s compliments – usually they were completely unnecessary and over the top. But every now and then you allowed yourself to indulge a little, and besides, you could do with a distraction after the fight. And, yes, maybe Zoro being a twat afterwards had pissed you off. And maybe it would be nice to get some positive attention, and maybe part of you was secretly hoping that the swordsman would notice you flirting with Sanji of all people might… urgh. You groaned inwardly. You didn’t even know what you were hoping for but fuck it. What was wrong with a little harmless flirtation? Besides, Sanji was hardly an eyesore. And there was certainly something to be said about a man in a suit. Anyway, it was all completely harmless.

You slid further onto the corner, arching your back slightly. Deliberately. Rather satisfyingly, you noticed the briefest second in which Sanji allowed his eyes to wander before they snapped back to yours – much to his obvious relief your expression remained unchanged. It was far more fun if he thought he was being subtle.

“I’m lovely?” You asked, pulling your hair tie loose and messing up the freed hair before scooping it all over one shoulder. Perhaps not the most subtle of gestures but oh well.

Sanji eyed you suspiciously, albeit with a smile gracing his features, “You don’t? Any man deserving of you would be the luckiest man alive.”

Your cheeks warmed a little at the compliment. You were fully aware that Sanji was a huge hit with women, and it wasn’t too unusual for him to talk to you in this manner but for some reason his words were being a little more affecting than normal. You were probably just a little more vulnerable after the fight, or a little sour after your words with Zoro. Whatever it was, there was something about the sincerity of his words you couldn’t quite put your finger on. His gaze was making you self-conscious so you suppressed whatever doubt was forming and smiled back at him. “Well, I’m glad someone thinks so.” You said, idly tracing a pattern against the counter top with your finger. You cocked your head slightly, looking him up and down teasingly, “Now you can tell me how pretty I am.”

Sanji matched your flirtatious smile, taking his hand in yours and tracing a line down your palm with his index finger. “Would that that were enough hours in day.”

You stood up – perhaps now a little too close to him but since your hand was in yours it close proximity was impossible to escape – lips pursed in thought, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Well, I’m free at the moment.”

“Is that so?”

“Hmm. Completely.”

*

Zoro had very much noted the pointed way in which Sanji had rushed over to your aid – a knight in shining armour to rescue you from the awful, villainous swordsman who was only trying to give you advice, which, incidentally would help save your life a lot more than that stupid cook drooling over you at every given opportunity. Of course you leapt at the chance of being whiskey away over Zoro actually trying to be useful. Sanji might be able to hold a knife in the kitchen, but when it came to keeping you safe there was no one with more expertise than himself. And it was infuriating that you would rather brush him off. It was easy to have such a sloppy technique when you had one of the world’s greatest swordsmen constantly watching your back.

He must have had a face like thunder since none of the rest of the crew approached him whilst he was cleaning his swords – perhaps a little more vigorously than usual, yet something else to blame Sanji for. He had been deliberately trying to take his time, staying on deck, focusing on his weapons and nothing else. Only with each minute, second that past with you and that stupid cook alone made him more and more irate. What did he even need your help with anyway? Surely he was big enough to cut up a carrot by himself?

“Ah fuck.”

In his frustration his hand had slipped, blade slicing the pad of his thumb. He never cut himself on his blades. Fucking Sanji. After a quick inspection, he wiped the blood off on his trousers and sheathed the blade. He didn’t fancy losing a finger just because Sanji was pissing him off. Sighing, he looked back at the cut again. It wasn’t deep but could probably do with a clean. And obviously that had nothing to do with the fact that it gave him an excuse to go into the kitchen. Where you were. With Sanji. Alone. Absolutely nothing to do with that.

It took about two seconds between Zoro walking into the kitchen, and swiftly turning on his heels and leaving. For fuck’s sake. Teeth clamped down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. Sanji had been holding your fucking hand. Practically undressing you with his eyes, and you – you had been just eating it up. How predictable. His fists clenched, trying and failing to suppress any sign of him caring because it was so fucking obvious that you clearly didn’t and he was the world’s biggest joke to have believed for even one second that you might have done. He was a fucking idiot. God, he needed a drink. Fuck. The sake was back in the kitchen. He let out a deep, defeated sigh. Fuck this. Fuck Sanji. Fuck you. Fuck fuck fuck.

As he emerged on deck he didn’t notice walking straight into Nami until she grabbed his arm. “Hey!” Her face softened at seeing the look in his eyes, “Wait, what’s wrong?”

He shrugged, giving her a non-committal grunt.

The navigator rolled her eyes, releasing his arm from her grasp and crossing her own against her chest, “Use your words, tough guy.”

“Fucking cook is flirting with her again.” His voice was steel.

Nami sighed – honestly the pair of you were the bane of her existence at this point. “There’s a bottle stashed in my room. For emergencies. And it cost three thousand berry.”

“Add it to my debt.”

She watched as he stalked off in such of the alcohol, shaking her head slightly.

“What’s wrong with him?” Robin asked, having witnessed the interaction but not being within earshot.

Nami gave her a knowing look. “Take a wild guess.”