#did zoros as well so he didn’t bring down the heat of the crew

[seishiroed]

giggling to myself thinking about all the straw hats + law carefully picking out their outfits for the onigashima raid. like did penguin have to roll up law’s sleeves on his shirt??? sanji having to do an emergency iron because his shirt is not in supreme condition, and zoro making him do his stuff as well. luffy digging around in the storage of the sunny to find that coat because he hasn’t worn anything that isn’t shorts and a vest in so long.

[visionsofmagic]

day 6: roronoa zoro [cock warming]

࿓ synopsis • you ask to zoro whether he needs any help or not, and in return, he makes you sit on his cock so that it can get warm while he’s sleeping.

―❦ nsfw, opla!zoro, f!reader, reader is being needy & brat, pussy slapping, pet names, teasing, swearing, ‘is all! • 1.2k • a man that takes all my attention to himself in an instant in every type of universe; live action, manga, and anime. I chose to write for la!zoro version ‘cause why not? enjoy, hope I did everything right! [kinktober m.]

“stop moving, you're distracin' me.”

his deep voice cuts your actions of trying to stay still on his lap, adjusting your position so that your numb legs will fix, but, the struggle causes your pussy to clench around his length because of sudden movement which ends up by earning an unsteady thrust. looking at his face, hands gripping the collar of his sleeve, you see his closed eyes, trying to continue the nap he’s taking in the middle of the day.

 “sorry –“ you say, smiling innocently knowing he cannot see, “I didn’t mean to, it’s just –“ you try to find a solid word to describe the situation you’re in now but the weight of lust running through your pussy takes your brain away, wanting to break free, letting yourself go and wasting the last thirty-four minutes waste, waking zoro up, being a greedy brat – only to make him not sleep, instead, fuck you. “so much.”

you can’t bring yourself to say what you’re thinking aloud – just fuck me already! Just move this thick cock and fill me up! – pathetic.

you’re here, sitting down on his cock, warming it, being useful.

the moment of the morning came into your mind; the crew went to bring food and new clothes to the ship, and when they left, only you and zoro were on the ship, you said ‘I wanna be useful for you’ because he’s still healing and you wanted to help – anything, you added, which was a bad idea – maybe, it wasn’t that bad though.

zoro, being a greedy boyfriend even if he tries to hide it, decided to make you a useful one – for his damn cock – to warm it up!

“so much?” he teases you, taking you back to reality, making the sensation on your pussy grow bigger each passing time, moving his hips, acting as if he just adjusts his position like you did minutes ago – only this time, it’s an act – to try you, seeing how much you can handle this. folding his arms, he opens his eyes slowly, an eyebrow is raised, questioning, “what’s so much? I even didn’t begin to fuck you, did I, doll?”

opening your legs wider, challenging him, a whimper leaves your mouth yet zoro doesn’t show any sign of being greedy to fuck you – oh, what self-control!

but you’re not done yet. “it seems you will never do,” you say, shrugging, hands on his shoulder building up to his neck, playing with the hair on his neck – the most breathtaking man you have ever seen – he’s so beautiful that you would beg anytime now but you should try first – to break him into the point in which he will let himself go and move his hips. “I know I am here for the help – to warm your cock,” you point to the sight in front of him – your pussy beautifully covering his thick cock, wetness that comes out of you soaking his veined length. “am I helping?”

opening his arms, he puts them behind his head’s back instead as he leans to the wall of the chair you’re sitting on – eyes travel from your tight pussy to your face, meeting with your innocent smile and sparkling eyes.

“u-huh,” he says, trying to understand where you’re heading with this question, because he knows you well enough to realize you want him to move, yet stubborn and prideful to beg, not until the right moment which zoro waits to arrive. “warming my cock so well that I can feel you dripping into it – hot.”

nodding to him, heat rushes to your face at the sudden compliment, making you gain a confident manner, and continue on with your act; being a fucking brat, using his jealousy to achieve your goal – you would feel bad under other circumstances but not today, not when you want him to devour you – he’s hard to resist, and you’re so greedy to be a good girl.

“anything for my crewmate,” not boyfriend – a crewmate. it takes his attention, eyes on your face, daring you to go on with piercing gazes, jaw getting tight, straight face expression that screams danger. it only turns you on further. “I will make sure to provide my service to the captain as well than because he can need – agggh – zoro –!”

your words are cut by him; raising your body up a little until his tip releases you, and then, without missing a heartbeat, putting it down on his length, thrusting into your dozy pussy, earning a scream out of your mouth.

holding his shoulder tightly, you try to stay in balance while he keeps doing that without any particular rhythm and steadiness so that you get cockdumbed mind right away – all dizzy, just moaning, feeling him shoving his dick into you, balls hitting the ass – finally!

“is this what you wanted, brat?” he asks, hands open your skirt by damaging its buttons, nearly tearing it apart, cupping the breasts through the fabric of your bra before letting them watch how they bounce in sync with your body, raising up and down on his cock with more rapid pace now – devouring you – the things you wanted for a long time. “want me to break that pussy, pretty doll – ohhh – uhmm – y/n – you – you will fuckin’ get it!”

his hands are positioned on your waist, looking down, seeing your clit getting wider with each of his hard and strong thrusts, warming it with all the juices you make – you literally soak now, close to the edge, and zoro smirks at you the moment he hears the crew entering the ship.

his possessive and rough side takes control of his mind – his soul as he picks you up, you already begin to beg for him to put his cock inside, pleases coming out of your parted pink lips that you bite so hard. you let him turning your body, abdomen touching the surface of the bed, cock’s tip resting on the entrance of your pussy, then, he slaps it with his dick, a hand finds your neck, putting your face down onto the pillow – his body hovering behind you as your ass gets higher and higher.

it feels so vulnerable to be in this position as if you’re his own fucktoy to play with, and you can’t deny the fact that even the thought of it can make you cum in an instant.

“zoro – aggh – I –“ you try to say when his dick slaps your clit once again, your body jumps – feeling both shy and shameless at the same time but he cuts you out, cock enters you in one go, jolting your body forward.

“cut it. you don’t want to waste your breath now, you will need it when I make you scream my name enough to make all the crew hear it,” he chuckles – the rings of danger echo inside your head, making you look behind and see him; standing on his knees, eyes on your face, a smirk is visible that gives chill down to your spine at the sight – his glory has one meaning – is that he will not leave this room until others – and your brat brain understands only he can have you like this.

“will make sure everyone knows who’s fuckin’ you day and night, including you, you dumb doll. should’ve learned it sooner, but, I’m always open to teaching you how to be a good fuckin' girl for me.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear *cuties*

[servingrobin]

oooo what about yandere zoro who’s with someone who can actually match his freak ☝🏽

oooo what about yandere zoro who’s with someone who can actually match his freak

Omg yes!!! Zoro is one my faves for Yandere because he is generally so stoic and cool, this is brilliant

WARNING DARK THEMES!!!

Warnings: smut, dark themes, threats of violence, mutual obsessiveness, sword/knife play, creampie/breeding kink, bondage, dub-con

✨ requests are open ✨

- Zoro was wary at first, the way you pulled on his heart and dick was strange and made him extremely uncomfortable

- But as time went on he grew obsessed: the way you fought, the way you dressed, your mannerisms, your body, everything drew him in

- And he just had to have you. But there was a beast inside Zoro he’d never known before - not only did he have to have you, he could be the only one, no one else should so much as look at your perfection

- You responded extremely well to his advances, agreeing to his date ideas, making great conversation, letting Zoro take you to bed after a few weeks, it was perfect

- Until that damned cook started flirting with you. Nami was away for the weekend shopping so all of his attentions shifted to you and Robin, and Zoro was ready to violently kill the man

- But for the sake of his crew and Luffy he decided to ensure you’d stay with him instead

- You woke up in the night with your wrists above your head, spreadeagled on your bed. A quick glance showed thick black ropes tying you down, knotted in extremely proficient bows

- Zoro sat at the foot of the bed, his three swords splayed out at his hip. He ran soft hands up and down your legs and hummed softly when he saw you were awake.

- “Zoro? Baby what’s going on?”

- “I can’t stand the way he looks at you Princess, I need you to understand you’re mine. No one else’s. They can never have you. “

- He grew more heated as he spoke and with the speed of a bullet unsheathed two of his swords, bringing them to rest gently against your neck in a cross

- You gasped as the cool metal grazed your skin, deadly afraid but a weird fire building in your belly. You were completely vulnerable in this state (and naked to boot), but you adored it

- You looked up at your boyfriend with wide eyes and he glared back down at you.

- With one hand holding a blade strict to your throat, the other lowered and got to work removing his trousers enough for his hard cock to spring free, bouncing against his abdomen.

- You tried to squeeze your thighs together and Zoro noticed immediately, smirking as he lowered himself to nestle his mouth against the shell of your ear

- “You. Are. Mine. You understand?” He whispered threateningly, “Of course you do, you’re dripping for me already.”

- Zoro was delighted by the way your body reacted to him, enjoying that he would not have to hurt you (not that he had actually planned to - he didn’t think anyway)

- You whimpered and bucked your hips upwards, desperate for friction

- Zoro groaned and lined up to your entrance, head poking at your folds but not entering

- “Tell me what you want Y/N - tell the truth who do you belong to?”

- You moan out and try not to jostle against the smooth metal still pressed against your neck

- “You Zoro, you own me, need you so bad, want you to fuck me Zoro, all yours.”

- The words came out in pants, eyes glazing over as the heat in your belly bubbled and quaked at the pressure of the man above you

- Zoro chuffed out a breath and sank into you to the hilt, stretching your walls impossibly wide

- You winced at the discomfort from the lack of preparation, but the pain only enhanced the pulsing heat inside you

- Zoro thrust into you roughly, throwing his swords to the side in order to grip you tighter

- His hands around your hips, dragging you into his cock with each thrust towards you

- He set a bruising pace bouncing you up and down, you barely holding on for the ride. You could feel your wrists burning from the friction of the rope and tried to hold tight, knowing they’d be ringed blue in the morning

- Zoro fucked you for what felt like hours, smacking and your tits and ass as he rammed into you

- You babbled ceaselessly, moans of “yours” and “please” and “so good”

- Zoro joined in your chanting, chasing his release

- “Such a good little slut for me, taking my cock so well Y/N, a perfect whore for your boyfriend and no one else.”

- He grunted as he got faster and faster, rhythm becoming sloppy as Zoro chased his high

- You clenched around him, shouting out as you squirted a storm up both yours and his stomach, juices flowing across the bedsheets

- Your eyes were perfectly glazed over and tears formed in the creases, picture perfect to Zoro above you

- “That’s it baby girl cry for me, so dumb on my cock you can’t even think. Don’t worry you don’t need to think anymore, just take this cock like a good girl. “

- He grew extremely close to his release and held the grip of his sword to your mouth, indicating what he wanted you to do

- You took the hilt between your teeth like you’d seen him do so many times, and sobbed as you came again, wetness now a puddle beneath you

- Zoro let out a grunt and started spurting his seed, bottoming out with great ramming jolts of his hips

- “That’s it Princess, milk my cock, take it all. Making you a momma would keep you here forever huh? Taking my seed so well you obviously want it.”

- You are numb at this point and can only nod, feeling Zoro’s cum squish around his cock and down your thighs

- With a sigh he slips out of you and lazily undoes the ropes keeping you spread

- You shiver and curl into his side, sword forgotten next to you

- Zoro kisses your forehead and hums you to sleep softly, holding you tight in his arms

- You took that better than he thought you would, and he didn’t even have to threaten any limb removal, which he counted as a big plus

[nina-ya]

Hey! It's my birthday and I was wondering if you write for Shanks? If you do, could you do a Ways That Law Wordlessly Says "I Love You"? thanks

Ways That Shanks Wordlessly Says "I Love You"

A/N: HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS TO YOU NONNIE <3<3 I hope your birthday went well!! Luffy Zoro Sanji Law Kid Shanks Pairing: Shanks x reader CW: None. WC: 1.4k

Shanks had a talent for picking up on the smallest of details, especially when it came to you. He always seemed to know what you wanted, even before you had a chance to verbalize it. It was one of the many things that made being with him so special– his ability to read you like an open book.

One day, you two would be wandering through a market on a smaller island. The stalls are filled with various goods and trinkets, each one tempting you in their own way. You walked besides Shanks, taking in the atmosphere of the market. 

As you passed a stall filled with jewelry, a particular piece caught your eye. The craftsmanship was absolutely perfect and you just couldn’t help but admire it. You did not say anything, however, and you moved on from the stall to browse the other vendors. Shanks, though, stayed behind for just a moment, seemingly engrossed in the jewelry himself. Later, the sun began to set, and the market started to close. Shanks led you two back to the ship, and as you were settling down in your cabin, he pulled out a box, handing it to you.

“Got you something,” Shanks said, holding the box out to you with a grin. “Thought you might like it.” You opened the box and found the very piece of jewelry that you’d been eyeing earlier. The piece glimmered against the light, painting soft reflections of the room's light against the walls. You were taken aback, surprised that Shanks had gotten the very thing that you had shown interest in. 

“Shanks, you didn’t have to–” you began, but he interrupted your thoughts with a gentle laugh. 

“I wanted to,” he replied. “I saw the way you were looking at that thing earlier, and I couldn’t resist. Besides, if you really feel bad, I can think of a few ways that you could pay me back.” He said with a playful wink at the last comment. You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, feeling lucky that you fell for someone as amazing as Shanks. He always had a way of making you feel special, spoiling you in the most thoughtful ways. You know Shanks loves you when he pays attention to all your wants and needs. - - -

It’s common for the crew to always seek out some sort of tavern when they make landfall. It’s a fun way to down booze while also getting to try the island's local cuisine. You sat at the bar, watching the red haired man on the other side of the bar as he chatted with the other crew members. He naturally stood out amongst the bunch, his voice projecting across the building. You could practically feel the charisma dripping from his words. It’s one of the reasons you fell for him. 

Shanks approached you with a grin, ordering a round of drinks for everyone. He leaned against the counter, elbows propped up casually, turning to you. “Thirsty?” he asked, his voice projecting over the noise of the tavern. 

You nodded, and he motioned for the bartender to bring some drinks over to you two. Shanks picked up the drinks and motioned for you to follow him. He led you to a table in the corner, the seats being somewhat secluded from the rest of the tavern. While the crew was busy celebrating, Shanks was more than happy to hang out with you away from the rest of them

He slid your drink over to you and tapped the two glasses with a satisfying clink that rang throughout the room. While the others in the crew were being rowdy and singing sea shanties, Shanks sat beside you, close enough that you could feel his body heat radiating off of him. He keeps you engaged in a conversation, pointing out small things around the tavern and telling you interesting places he wants to visit while you guys are visiting the island. He had a way of making everything sound exciting, even if they are the most mundane things.

He would laugh at your jokes, eyes sparkling with amusement, and he would slightly lean closer to you as the noise grew louder to make sure he did not miss a word you said. It was as if you two were in your own bubble. You know Shanks loves you when he values spending alone time with you. - - - Shanks’ lap is always the best seat in the house during all the parties you two found yourselves in. His arm seemed to always find itself wrapped firmly around you, holding you close. You held a mug of rum, sharing sips with him, because he’d much rather use his one arm to hold you and keep you securely against him. Even when he is telling stories or engaging in conversation with others, his grip never loosens and you often could feel his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your waist, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

Tonight, the crew is gathered around a bonfire on the beach, the hot amber flames flickering, giving light to the celebration and filling the air with the sound of the occasional crackle and pop of the firewood. Shanks is right at home, reciting stories, full body boisterous laughter spilling from his lips. Even when his focus is not on you, you know that you are constantly lingering in his mind with the way he pulls you in just a little closer, whispering an inside joke that has you reeling over in laughter. As always you are the carrier of food and drinks, offering it to him every so often.  As the party winds down, Shanks stands, helping you to your feet, his arm still attached to you. It’s as if the world would crumble if he let go. Even as he guides you back to your shared quarters and into your bed, he still cannot seem to let go of you. There is just something about being in Shanks’ embrace that makes you feel so safe and so loved. As you drift off to sleep every night with his strong embrace cradling you to his chest, you know he will be right beside you when you wake up. You know Shanks loves you when he never lets go.

[v4mphour]

break a sweat - roronoa zoro

synopsis: training with zoro in the weight room didn’t go exactly how either of you expected it to.

content warnings: female reader, face fucking, light praise, degradation, squirting, creampie, pet names.

word count: 3.4k

18+ mdni

You collapse on to the mat, panting heavily as you shut your eyes tight, trying to catch your breath and rest up a bit.

“Really? You’re gonna give up that easy?” Zoro scoffs, and chuckles. You open your eyes again, and look up at him as he stands over you while you lay there on the floor of the training room.

The past few days, you had been training with Zoro, in an effort to get stronger. You weren’t exactly a big fighter on the crew, and you certainly weren’t the strongest; so deciding on some self improvement, you had asked Zoro if he would help you train.

Just about a day into your training, though, you had begun to regret your asking of his help. He was so sassy, so teasing to you when you needed to take more breaks than him or gave up easier than he did. It’s almost as if he forgot that he’s one of the strongest members of the crew, and definitely taller and bigger than you were; so he was able to tolerate a lot more.

You huff in response to his words, rolling your eyes a bit.

“You’re not very helpful, you know?” You say, seeing as Zoro holds his hand out to you, offering to help you up.

He chuckles again, and pulls you up as you grab his hand.

“So what? You’re done for the day?” Zoro asks, and you nod in response.

“Yep.”

“Tch- so much for helping you train, you barely went for thirty minutes; and you expect to get stronger? Really?”

At the moment, you can’t be bothered to listen to his criticism of you, though; not when he’s standing right in front of you, shirtless, showing off his incredible muscled figure. Those thick arms, the slight veins protruding from his biceps, the way the sweat from his relentless workout drips between the indents of his abs, his tanned skin almost having a glow to it when he’s all sweaty and worked up like this. It’s quite inviting, and distracting.

That definitely wasn’t the first time you had checked Zoro out, not even close to the first time. You often found yourself looking him up and down while he trained on the deck or something like that; and it was nothing more than what you thought was just simply admiration. You just… stared sometimes, he was too beautiful to not ogle at.

“Are you even listening to me?!” Zoro asks, his voice sounding a bit frustrated now; and you look back over to him, well, at his eyes now that is.

The taller man is now standing directly in front of you, your face nearly touching his chest as he looks down at you.

“You know… You’re not very good at hiding the fact that you tend to stare… a lot,” His voice had suddenly dropped a bit lower, his big hands coming around your waist, laying on the small of your back.

Your eyes widen a bit in surprise at his sudden advances towards you, and you almost can’t believe this is real. Your gaze shifts down, your head tilted as your face heats up in embarrassment. You feel enclosed, with his arms around you like this.

“You really think I don’t notice the way you stare at me sometimes?” he teases, pulling you closer to him.

“I like it, when you get all shy about it, like this,” his words are a low whisper in your ear as he brings one hand up to your face, thumb on your lower lip and dragging down. He then grabs your chin between his fingers, and makes you look up at him.

He has a taunting smirk across his lips, like he knows exactly what he’s doing with you. His goal right now is to get you as flustered as possible, it seems.

“Too cute,” he seems to like what he’s making of you so far, and he swiftly captures your lips in a rough kiss.

His lips are warm, and his motions are quick and desperate; like he needs you as soon as possible. Yet, you kiss him back, trying to match his feverish lips.

Your body is now pressed against his bare, sweaty torso, and your hands are gripping his strong shoulders.

“Mm- You seem to be getting comfortable, though, little minx..” he growls in your ear after he pulls away from your lips, his hand that was on your back now moving lower to your ass, and grabbing at it through the fabric of your leggings. You let out a little whine, your body growing even hotter at his touch. You were still wondering if this was some odd dream you were having, but his sudden touch made you aware that this was very real.

Zoro is pleasantly surprised by your little noise of pleasure; but still, he’s persistent to get you to crack, to make you a whimpering, moaning mess for him. He craves it, and he needs to hear you make more of those sounds. So, his body up against yours, he intentionally presses the bulge of his hard cock up against your thigh, an almost evil grin across his lips.

You bite your lip at the feeling of his aching cock against you. You almost want to reach up and touch him, feel his chiseled, toned body along your hands, wrap your fingers around his big cock; but something inside is stopping you. You were just mouthing off to him a couple minutes ago, now you’re frozen still under his gaze and advances towards you; like a rabbit knowing it’s been caught by a wolf, a predator and his prey.

Zoro presses his bulge further into your thigh, and he leans down to your ear again.

“You want it?” He asks lowly, his hands roaming your body, and ultimately grabbing at your waist, squeezing a bit.

Shyly, yet eagerly, you nod, and let out a “yes.” Your voice is a bit louder than you expected it to be, and Zoro seems happy at your agreement, the same grin on his face.

“Down,” he instructs simply, and you obey, quickly getting down on your knees in front of him. You look up at him, his clothed cock in front of your face as you await his next move.

He looks you up and down, admiring the beautiful sight of you kneeled in front of him. You’re so shy and timid right now, something he never expected out of you. Getting caught staring at him, admiring him, must’ve changed you for him in this moment; and he wants to take full advantage of it. He eyes your chest, the way your cleavage looks in the sports bra you’re wearing, and he feels his cock twitch in his pants at the sight.

“Take your tits out for me,” his voice is in that same low tone as he gives you simple instructions yet again.

Your face gets hot at his request, and you begin to pull down the straps to your sports bra, your breasts now exposed to him. He openly ogles you, biting his lower lip slightly, then, he begins to speak again.

“Good…” he almost groans a bit as he begins to work his pants off, stepping out of them and pulling his boxers off next. He’s huge, thick and long, a few prominent veins going up the side and bottom of his length. It’s intimidating, really, and for a moment, you’re not sure if you could take it all. Zoro seems to know what you’re thinking, as if he can almost see the look of slight fear in your face, in your eyes as you look up at him. He lets out a little laugh, placing one of his big hands on the top of your head.

“Don’t worry, you can take it, I’m sure,” he assures you, but his voice isn’t kind or sweet, almost contradicting the words he’s telling you. He pushes your head closer to his huge cock bobbing in front of your face, tempting you.

Your eyes flit from where his cock is in front of you, to up at him, and you give him a look of question, almost asking if it’s ok to touch him. He gives you a slight nod, and a bit of a chuckle at your need for assurance.

“Go on.”

With those words, you bring a hand up, wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft. Eyes locked on him as he stares down at you, you give a kitten lick to the swollen tip of him, and he shudders a bit.

“M-mm… Keep going, babe,” he tells you with a slight moan, his hand pushing your head further towards him.

You obey his words, and encase the tip between your lips, sucking gently. You start taking him in your mouth, inch by inch, slowly. It seems your slow movements aren’t enough for Zoro though, as his brows furrow and he grits his teeth.

“Fuck-!” he exclaims, pushing your head all the way down until your nose is touching the tuft of green pubic hair above his cock. He’s all the way in your throat, and you gag slightly as he begins to move your head for you.

He begins to fuck your face, his cock head hitting the back of your throat with each thrust he gives. Tears prick your eyes, drool beginning to drip from your lips as he sloppily and quickly fucks your throat with his massive girth. He keeps his eyes on you, and lets out a little chuckle at your current state. He brings his other hand to your face, wiping away a tear that has dripped down your cheek as he grins devilishly down at you.

“Sorry, you were going a bit too slow for me,” he teases. You want to roll your eyes at him, mouth him off again for being this way; but you can’t, not when he’s using your throat like a fuck toy. Hell, even if he wasn’t, you still couldn’t bring yourself to talk back to him.

You moan as he fucks your face and teases you, sitting there and taking all of it. His thrusts are rough, messy, and continue for a few minutes, until he pulls out from your mouth.

He looks down at you, his wet cock oozing with your spit after he’s thoroughly fucked your throat. Your head spins, your jaw is sore, and the heat of arousal burns between your legs.

“Make me cum,” He tells you roughly; and desperate for his orgasm all over you, you wrap your hand around his cock again. With your other hand, you grip his big, heavy balls; surely full of cum just for you. He grunts a bit at the stimulation.

“Mmh… Starting to break out of your shell a bit, huh?” His voice is a bit strained, likely due to how close he is to release now.

Your saliva on his length acts as the perfect lube, making your motions glide quick and easy over him as you give him a few firm strokes. He lets out another grunt, then a throaty moan.

“Agh- Fuck! Take it!” He growls, his cock spurting cum all over your face, neck, and breasts. He cums a lot, heavy loads being spread all over your skin as you pump his length through his orgasm.

He breathes and pants shakily, his cock still hard despite the amounts of cum he just squirted out. He looks down at you, a grin coming on his lips at the sight of your cum covered skin.

“You look cute like that,” he tells you, giving you a look over.

He reaches his hand down, and with two fingers, begins scooping up some of his cum from where it sits on your tits, and holds those same fingers out to you.

“Suck,” he commands simply, and you nod; opening your mouth and shutting your eyes, taking his thick fingers in your mouth and licking his cum from off them. His taste is salty, but you lick it all up nonetheless.

As he slowly pulls his fingers from your mouth, his smirk grows wider, and he reaches down and pats the top of your head, like a puppy.

“Good girl…” he praises, which you didn’t expect from him; but he thinks you deserve it after taking him so well. He figures now is time for your reward as well.

He gives his cock a few pumps with his hand, and looks back down at you.

“Lay on your back.”

You carefully lay down on your back on the mat beneath you, and Zoro is quick to get on top of you, spreading your legs apart as he holds your thighs. He swiftly removes your leggings and panties in one motion, pulling them off and tossing them on the other side of the training room. He looks down at you, a hungry look in his eyes, you’ve never seen such a look on him before. With your legs still being spread by his hands on your thighs, he moves his body to be in between your legs, both bodies touching now.

His cock is laying on your stomach, the tip touching your belly button. You don’t know how he’s going to fit, really; and you feel a bit nervous, but that isn’t going to stop you from doing this with him.

Your eyes flick up at the green haired man, seeing as he eyes your wet cunt, ready to take him whenever he decides to use you.

“Mm… So wet for me already, if I wasn’t so big, I wouldn’t need to stretch you out first, with how soaked you are,” he slowly drags the tips of his middle and ring fingers up and down your slit. He stops to rub at your clit for a second, though, feeling as you shudder and let out a breathy moan at the stimulation.

“Ooh, you’re so sensitive too,” he teases, absolutely eating up the sight of you so stimulated by his light touches. He might just have to make this a regular thing with you, he thinks.

You gasp a bit as he slips his two fingers inside of your drenched cunt, beginning to pump in and out. He’s trying to stretch you out just a bit; cause, while Zoro is mean and rough, and teasing, he’s not heartless, and he wouldn’t want to hurt you by forcing all of himself into you at once with no preparation.

His long fingers poke at your g-spot, and you clench around him, hips shuddering.

“Z-Zoro…” you whimper, feeling your tummy heat up as his fingers repeatedly hit your spot.

He smiles a bit when you call his name, he can see you’re starting to feel really good, and he can’t help but feel proud.

You’re a bit disappointed, a frown on your lips as he pulls his fingers out of you; but he’s quick to replace those fingers with his cock, sliding his tip against your slit slowly.

You let out a shaky breath as he does this, wanting him to just pound you until you’re screaming and whining already.

“You want me?” he taunts, his cock head still sliding up and down against your slit, rubbing at your clit to get you worked up.

You nod sheepishly, your face and body getting so hot and overwhelmed at the need for him, “Yes… Yes, please…” your voice is quiet, and so needy sounding.

“Aww, I guess… Since you asked so nicely, I’ll give you what you want,” and with that, he pushes the first couple inches of his length inside of you.

You let out a loud moan, his cock pushing even further inside of you, stretching you out to accommodate his heavy girth. He pushes your legs back far, your knees now pressed to your chest.

“Agh- Fuck… Nice and tight for me, hm?” He says with a bit of a groan, finally bottoming out inside of you.

You feel so full, so stretched out. It’s a bit painful at first, but the pain quickly subsides when he pulls out, then slams back into you. You let out a squeal in surprise and pleasure at the sudden movement.

He laughs a bit at your noises, beginning to thrust in and out at a hard and quick pace. Your walls feel nice and warm around him, pulling him in and not letting him go.

Zoro looks down at you, seeing your breasts bounce with each powerful motion of his strong hips, your expression one of pure pleasure. He instinctively picks up the pace, his desire for you turning even more carnal.

“God, you’re so fucking cute…” He growls lowly, “been wanting to fuck you like this for a while.”

His words make you hot to the core, your body feeling flushed; and his massive cock hammering into you at such a rapid pace doesn’t help the feeling burning inside of you, in fact, it only makes it worse.

The brute continues slamming into you at a brutal pace, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix with each deep thrust he gives. He has a bruising grip on your hips, fingers digging into the plush skin. The look in his eyes is dark and filled with lust as he pulls out of you, before slamming himself all the way back in again, pushing in to the hilt.

A yelp escapes your lips, and he notices your effort to attempt to cover your mouth so your loud sounds are slightly less audible. He chuckles, still slamming into you with that same rough pace he’s set.

“What? Don’t want the rest of the crew to hear you? To hear us? Is that it?” He leans down to whisper in your ear, and you clench around him at the thought of being caught. You shouldn’t like it that much, but when he says it like that, you can’t help it.

“Mm- You’re a dirty girl aren’t you? You wanna get caught? Hm? Want everyone to know I’m fucking you so good?” His thrusts speed with his low growls, and you reach your arms around him, nails digging into and scratching at his tanned, muscled back as a symphony of whines and whimpers emit from your mouth.

Zoro groans, breathing heavily as he works his cock into you faster and faster, deeper and deeper, his full balls slapping your ass with every movement.

“Ready to be my cumdump, sweet girl? Huh?”

You nod frantically, biting at your bottom lip and tightening up at the thought of his cum filling up your cunt and leaking out afterwards.

“Ah- Yes, yes please-!”

With that, Zoro grunts, burying himself in as deep as he can one last time as you feel a hot fluid leak inside of you.

Your eyes go back into your head, overwhelmed as he pumps his cum inside of you. You’re getting close to your own orgasm now, even closer now that Zoro has reached his hand down to rub your clit with his thumb. He knows you’re close by the look on your face, and despite the fact that he’s came already, he’s still fucking into you; making sure his cum is nice and deep inside of you.

“Come on,” He tells you through gritted teeth, “Let go.”

Your eyes shut tight, your arms outstretched above your head as you whine and squirm at the extra stimulation hes giving you, all while still hammering at your spot and fucking his semen deep into you. The feeling burning in your core builds up, only to unwind as you jolt your hips, and you gush all over his fingers, some of your release getting on to his pelvis.

“Oh, you’re a nasty little thing, aren’t you?” He chuckles deeply, pulling out of you with a moan.

You pant, your body feeling so hot and stimulated as he degrades you. Your legs feel numb, and wobbly; you don’t think you’ll be able to stand for a bit, so you just lay there on the mat for a minute.

You’re thoroughly fucked out, your head spinning as you catch your breath, Zoro’s sweaty body still hovering over yours.

He raises his head to look down at you, and he gives you a sly smile at the sight of your exhaustion. He lightly grabs your face, squishing your cheeks with one hand.

“I’ll be more gentle with you next time, promise.”

[conchcronch]

Hey! I see u have your ask open for comissions and requests só I was wondering if we could get another WCI with Zoro but this time he is just as heartbroken as the reader (he was content on seeing the reader and sanji from afar as he loved them both) and when sanji returns he gets confused on when the 2 got together and zoro like "YOU LEFT HER, YOU LEFT ME!" ANGST VIBE

I DIDN’T FORGET ABOUT YOU I SWEAR!! I was working on this and coming back to it every so often until I was happy with it! I wasn’t sure if you wanted smut or not so I kept it fairly tame! I hope you like it!!

I Heard You the First Time

You had found comfort in Zoro’s arms after hearing the news of Sanji’s engagement. You had waited until returning back to the Sunny to allow your emotions to show, using every ounce of self control you had to keep them pushed as far down as they would go while you and your crew wandered through the candy covered streets. But Zoro knew, he saw the way your body staggered when the brunette told the crew the news, he noticed how your fists balled up, your nails biting into your palms. And he was the only one who followed you to your room when you marched away from your confused crewmates.

He knew exactly how you were feeling because he was feeling it too. Despite you and Sanji trying your damnedest to keep your relationship a secret from the crew, he wasn’t stupid. He saw you both sharing quiet moments on the deck when you thought everyone else had gone to bed. He noticed the change in Sanji’s flirting habits, how not every mention of women sent his nose gushing. And most notebly, his bed was pressed against the shared wall of your bedroom and the guys’ room, and despite your impressive ability to muffle your sounds you weren’t silent and neither was the cook. But all that aside, Zoro loved the two of you. Every stolen glance he wished was shared with him, every quiet moment spent with the blonde’s arm around your waist he wished he could be part of it. And gods, he wished he could see how you looked splayed out beneath the cook, how your legs wrapped around his slender waist, how your nails dug into his back as you clung to him. But his yearning didn’t stop with you, because he wanted the blonde just as much as he wanted you. After years of bickering and picking fights, Zoro’s feelings towards the left wing of the future pirate king had wormed his way into his heart alongside you.

And this hurt you were feeling, the way your heart broke into pieces was echoed by his own heart. But the feeling of you in his arms, your face pressed into his bare chest, your nails unintentionally digging into his back the same way he’s sure they would when he thrust into you, it felt as though your were helping put those broken pieces back together.

You felt so small in his arms, not how you felt when Sanji embraced you. Zoro encompassed you completely, his smell enveloped you as did his furnace like heat. Your tears eventually stopped, and you knew if you made any move to pull away his arms would loosen immediately, freeing you from his tight embrace. But yet, you couldn’t will yourself to move. Even less so when you felt his face press into the top of your head, the feeling of him breathing into your hair making you melt into his arms. “I’m sorry.” The words seemed so foreign in his voice, the sentiment making your eyes well with tears again.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” You tried your best to speak clearly, but you knew your words were muffled by his chest.

As the days went by, as your crew fought to bring Sanji back you tried to go along with things. You didn’t want to see him again, but when the opportunity arose that you were going to have to see him, Zoro made sure to be by your side, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword the other resting on the small of your back, even tugging you closer to his hip when he noticed Sanji make direct eye contact with you. Something about the cook’s expression at this small gesture churned an unfair feeling of satisfaction in your gut, enhanced by the way Zoro held you close until they were able to return to the Sunny.

“The smell of all this sugar makes me want to yak.” You handed him a crudely made onigiri you had thrown together following a recipe in Sanji’s cookbook to the best of your ability (which wasn’t great).

“You have such a way with words.” You sat down next to him, the sides of your body touching as you took a bite of your subpar rice ball.

“When we leave here I could probably go the rest of my life without ever seeing another cake, and it would still be too much.” You couldn’t deny the sugary smell on the breeze was becoming nauseating, but the breeze felt nice on your skin paired with the heat radiating off the man next to you.

“Do you think he’ll come back?” You hadn’t really meant to ask the question aloud, but as you leaned against him, your head resting against his shoulder you felt so at ease that it had slipped out.

“Course he will, he’s still gotta’ kill me, remember.” You couldn’t help the smile that played across your lips as you looked up at him, his one good eye already looking down at you, the corners of his lips upturned in a rare smile. “Plus, there’s no way he’d risk leaving you to me.” He tightened his grip around you, his hand idly rubbing against your stomach.

That was the first night you spent together. One kiss had led to another, quickly snowballing into an invitation back to your room. Zoro finally got to know what Sanji got to feel. The way your clung onto him tightly, your arms around his neck and your ankles locked together around his waist. Sanji was perfectly capable of manhandling you, but he never would. Zoro on the other hand, needed no permission or special request. He picked you up almost immediately, moving you however he deemed fit. In the after glow both of you laid there, fighting against the pull of sleep, thinking about Sanji. Not wishing he would replace the other, but that he was there as well, coming down from the sexual high you were both feeling.

When he did finally return, just as Zoro knew he would, he was trying everything he could to talk to you. Every time you found yourself in a room alone with him, whether you got to the dining room before the rest of your crew, or were the last one finished at the table, he would try to explain himself. And it wasn’t that you didn’t want to hear his side, you did. It was more so the fact that you didn’t want to tell him about you and Zoro. Out of everyone on the crew, maybe across the entire Grande Line, you knew Zoro would be the last person Sanji would want to see you with.

“Why don’t you just tell him, it’s not that hard.” Zoro said as he carefully cleaned Wado, his back was to you so he could still keep watch over the endless waves.

“I don’t want to hurt him.” You pulled at the sleeves of your oversized cardigan, your fingers poking through the loose knit. The days had gotten warmer as the Sunny pushed through the rougher seas, the sun bringing a warmth that made basking on the deck your current favorite pastime. But when the sun dipped below the horizon the air got a bite to it, forcing you to dig what few sweaters you still had out from the very back of your closet.

“I can tell him.” You watched his shoulders move as he inspected the freshly cleaned balde closely, bringing the sword close to his face and turning it over and over so he could ensure it was still in pristine condition.

“You shouldn’t have to.” You tried to fight, but watched as he sheathed Wado before tying the three swords back onto his hip as he walked towards the hatch to go down to the rest of the ship.

“It’s fine, I’ll tell him.” He paused, turning to you to press a kiss to your forehead, the rare tender moment between you two filled your chest with a heat that your cold body desperately needed.

As Zoro left you behind in the crow’s nest to go find Sanji he felt the rare signs of anxiety begin to stir in his gut. He never felt this way before a fight, knowing that regardless of what was thrown at him, he could handle it. But when he stepped foot in the kitchen, the sound of the cook humming quietly to himself as he washed the dishes from dinner, the feeling only grew, his palms began to sweat and there was a lump in his throat.

Forcing himself to ignore these feelings he walked through the kitchen, the blonde making a slight groan when he became aware of the swordsman but didn’t protest when Zoro stood next to him, nudging him a bit so he could begin to dry the dishes.

This had become a quiet routine they had fallen into before Sanji left. On the nights where you weren’t around to help Sanji, Zoro had started filling it. It was one of the few times they didn’t argue, if they did speak it was usually about nothing of importance or idol bickering to fill the silence. But today Sanji could feel the difference, as though he could smell the rain and was waiting for that first clap of thunder. “Me and Y/N” Zoro saw the way Sanji’s hands froze in the sudsy water as he searched for another piece of cutlery to scrub. The sentence, if you could even call it that, hung in the air between them. Sanji remained elbow deep in the once warm water as Zoro stood beside him, gaze glued to the suds floating on the surface of the water.

“What about her” The sentence was barely able to slip past his clenched jaw, the cigarette that had been dangling from his lips was now crunched at an unnatural angle.

“We’re together.” Sanji pulled his hands from the water, and if it were anyone else in the world, Zoro would have braced for a punch but he knew the cook would never. A kick maybe, but not a punch.

“What?” The word came out softer than Zoro expected, he watched as the cook gripped the edge of the sink hard, the thin stainless of the basin giving a bit underneath the pads of his fingers.

“We’re toget-“

”I heard you the first time.” Sanji cut him off, a large puff of smoke pushing from his nostrils. “When did you-“ He finally releases the sink and steps back, bringing a hand to his cigarette as he inhales deeply, filling his lungs to max capacity with the nicotine laced smoke. “Did you do it just to fuck with me?” He said around a puff of smoke. “Just to get back at me?”

Zoro’s stomach tensed at the cook’s words. Something about them hurt the same way a swift kick would have, but yet any words he wanted to get out seemed unreachable.

“I bet you didn’t even wait a day before cornering her! Did you convince her I wasn’t coming back, was that it?” Sanji’s words were dripping in venom, the hand that wasn’t holding onto his cigarette for dear life was balled at his side, clenching and unclenching. “You know, I thought we were better, I thought maybe we were friends, but then you go and fuck with my life like I’m nothing!”

“Like you’re nothing, are you fuckin’ kidding!” The words burst past Zoro’s lips before he could stop them. “You are fucking everything to us, and you left! You left her, you left me!” The force at which Zoro jabbed his finger against his own chest hurt more than intended but he couldn’t stop himself. “Years Sanji, fucking years I had to watch you try to fuck every person with a set of tits. And then you finally settle down and pick someone, someone who is easily one of the most amazing people on the sea next to you, and you just throw her away like she’s nothing! I can handle throwing me away, I can handle that, but she can’t!” Sanji is stunned to say the least, his mouth keeps opening and closing as he searches for words, any words. “It’s not even like I could handle the hurt of you leaving, I had to pick up her pieces, I had to tell her you would come back, that you would never leave her.”

“And then you fucked her”

“Yeah Sanji, I did. But you know who I wished it was instead?!”

The sentence didn’t require an answer which is why when Zoro was able to pull his emotions back he was quick to stomp out of the galley, leaving behind a stunned cook who was still desperately searching for words long after the swordsman had left.

[sanjisblackasswife]

“𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕐𝕠𝕦 & 𝕀”

𝚂𝚎𝚡 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚡 𝙱𝚕𝚔!𝙵𝚎𝚖 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Based off this drawing

Ct: @/zoro-kun for the MDNI boarder <3

CW: Vaginal sex, Semi(?) Public sex, Shotgunning, Gropping, Needy!Reader, Soft!Dom Sanji, Oral (MtoF), Dirty(?)Talk, Tiddy gropping, Kinda Aftercare, but you’re sleep, Pet Names

Bad Summary: Sanji finally gets his alone time with you after being separated for so long.

“This is beautiful, Ji..”

You were astounded by the scenery, the entire area filled with falling Sakura petals, the steam from the onsen complimenting the blue hue from the water below it. It was all too good to be true.

“I’m glad you like it.” Sanji grins from behind, untying your robe to reveal your VERY small bikini your pervy boyfriend insisted you wore. “I had to do a few favors to make sure it was just us tonight.”

You turn your head to look at him in shock, “Just us? Wait you did wh—“

As much as your curiosity was cute to him he didn’t want you worrying about what he already had handled. So he hushed you with a passionate kiss, “Don’t fret, my love.”

From convincing to crew to stay a far distance as well as paying off the owners to allow you both the night here was all he needed to know.

As for you. He just wanted your presence, and a little more if your permit.

His eyes couldn’t stop falling off to your figure, from your lips to your erect nipples poking out the thin fabric of which Sanji smirked while biting his lip, all the way down to your perfect bottom.

You both sat in the heated water, your eyes exploring the entire quiet area, still so immersed by the overwhelming beauty and simplicity of it all, your love cook lights his cigarette and watches you like a kid in a candy store, eyes so big and round.

You never grew up seeing such luxury and he knew this, which was why he wanted to make sure to give you the world and more now that he has you, and he wants to start off right with an evening relaxing under the stars.

“You like it?” Sanji pulls your waist to sit down on his lap and he leans on one of the bigs smooth rocks behind him.

“I love it! It’s so pretty!”

“Not as pretty as you.” Sanji blow the smoke out his nose to then cup your cheek so you can turn your face and kiss him.

You moan into his kiss, you held back earlier, in fear you may be heard by a walking civilian, but after being reassured it’s just you both, the sudden need of being loud and unashamed erupted into your body.

You loved kissing Sanji, the way how he starts off so slowly with your supple lips, to then grow hungrier and messier as he slowly moves you to straddle him. His hands not letting up from giving your breast a firm squeeze for one more moan so he can push his tongue against yours, eventually wrapping it around to stuck on.

Feeling you squirm and grind on top of him sanji pulls away to glance down, his eyes were opened to see your naughty little fingers handed right at the center of his crotch.

“In rush, baby?” Sanji chuckles as you notice your hand placement and quickly retracted it feeling completely embarrassed.

“I’m sorry…it probably wasn’t your intent to—“

Taking a hit of his cigarette he holds his smoke in and calmly places his hand around your throat, putting his thumb on your lower lip as a signal to open your mouth, you knew from his low lidded gaze what he wanted to do, you lean in, ready for him to blow the smoke inside your mouth and then back into another heated kiss.

You’ve done it with him quite a few times and it never fails to cause both you and him to start up something less than decent between you both. Maybe it’s the smoke in your mouth, his saliva, or the way he mutters “fuck” everytime you push against him during the kiss but it always riles you up.

“My intent is to make you feel good.” He mumbles on your lips to land another peck, “And if you want that to feel good then that’s what I’ll give you…”

His raspy voice will never not bring a chill up your spine, and Sanji knew that. He moves you both further into the water, you standing tall as he sit in the somewhat shallow water looking down at him, seeing the pretty petals fall on his pretty skin as he looks at you as if he found the All Blue himself.

“I love you, Y/n…”

“I love you more…”

He wraps his arms around your plush tummy kissing it, his lips soft as feathers your legs got shaky, how could a nonsexual act make you feel so weak?

And your boyfriend noticed

which is how you landed here;

“S-sanji!”

Your bikini bottoms now floating away, your leg hiked over his shoulder, Sanji was tongue fucking your needy little hole right in the middle of the Onsen.

“So….fucking good.” He groaned at your taste, you been wet since the first kiss and he could tell, and for making you wait so long for what you needed most.

You rocked your hips as he moved from your slit to your clit, giving it sloppy open mouthed kisses and nibbles as he massaged your ass while keep you steady, it was all so slutty and yet you couldn’t get enough when he got like this.

“Yes! Sanji yes!” Throwing your head back, rubbing and tugging against his scalp you felt yourself get close and the closer to orgasm you got, the louder you became.

Shoving two fingers inside you, he peers up at you, smirking against your lips, proud he can make you feel so so so

“relaxed”.

You almost fell while cumming on his tongue, but alas Sanji caught you, holding your waist to place you on his lap, pulling out his cock to finally be freed and without any thought you took it upon yourself to look down and guide yourself down on it, completely bottoming out causing you both to break out jnto a moan as you laid your back onto his sweaty wet chest.

It almost startled him from how quick you were to have him inside you, usually he was the one to be anticipating but your eagerness,

“B-baby you—-! Fuck I could have done it for y-you!”

“I’m sorry I…I need you…”

He hummed, pushing back your curls he latched onto your neck, allowing you to slowly bounce atop of him ad he also draw small tight circles on your clit. and there it was again—

“I’m…!”

With a swift movement Sanji untied your binkini bra as you were distracted from focusing on your next orgasm and grabbed one breast to then squeeze and tug on your nipples.

You giggle shortly then break into a whimper feeling his cock head graze against your sweet spot. Your eyes completely shut, but yet you are feeling so much of what Sanji was doing to your body only made you cry out more.

And dammit Sanji loved it.

He loved it so much he knew he had to take advantage of the evening with you.

So, that’s what he did-

from bending you over the rocks, to 69 beside the water, to fucking you against a pillar and walls your perverted man did not let up and you couldn’t be more grateful about his impressive stamina.

But like all things it came to a overstimulated end. Your numb body on top of his on the ground after another delicious orgasm from riding him Sanji massages your back.

“Baby…you asleep?”

And you were, soundly sleeping on his chest, he couldn’t understand how only because you usually felt too uncomfortable to cock warm him, but your boyfriend didn’t mind, so after a few kisses and rubs to your bum, he carefully lifts you , hissing at his softened cock pulling out of you and carries you to the room as both your bikini and his shorts float in the water.

Oh well, he’ll get them in the morning.

For now though he just wanted you in his arms, softly snoring under a warm blanket holding you so close as if you’d fly away, he missed you so much he couldn’t stop staring and kissing your pretty resting face, as well as admiring the marks he gave you on your body.

“I love you.”

[mimi-ya]

lost ~ roronoa zoro x reader

2,400 words | she/her reader, f!body | nsfw

summary: you get just as turned around as zoro sometimes

a/n: my first request! this piece is just as much @chocolate-n-cheese as it is mine. I had so much fun getting to pick your brain & bring your idea to life!

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“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Usopp nervously looked between the two of you, twiddling his fingers.

“Oi! What’s that supposed to mean?” Zoro spits, readjusting the swords at his hip.

“Ehh, well, how do I put this.”

Smoke blew in Zoro’s face, “You’re dumber than a box of rocks, marimo.” Sanji swirled and fell to his knees, taking your hand, “And (Y/N)-swan loses her way sometimes.”

You roll your eyes, extracting your hand before Sanji could kiss it, “We’ll be fine, we’re just looking for fruit.”

The Straw Hats had docked at a deserted island for the night and when Zoro volunteered to scavenge, you were quick to do the same.

“Leave ‘em alone.” Nami hops down from the deck, “They’ll be fine.” She sends a discreet wink your way that makes you avert your eyes, before grabbing Usopp and Sanji by the collars, “Besides, I need you both to help with the sails.”

But things were not fine.

“Stupid tree.” Zoro grumbled, hacking off a branch, “Stupid island, stupid cook.”

“Zoro.” You groan, feet aching from trekking through the forest, “We already passed here.”

“No, we didn’t.” He grunts, mid swing.

“Then why has the other side of the tree been cut by your sword?” You point to the branches laying on the ground.

He looks at the sliced bark as if it had personally offended him before exploding, “Why didn’t you say something sooner!”

“Well why didn’t you notice sooner!” You fire back, not wanting to admit you were just as lost as Zoro.

The crew constantly gave shit to the swordsman for his lack of direction. Whereas your same tendencies usually went unnoticed by the others, primarily because you ensured you were always with someone who did know their way.

Zoro grumbles some profanities before collapsing to the ground, back pressed up against a tree and lets his eyes fall shut.

Your mouth drops open, “Are you kidding me?”

He cracks an eye, before scooting to the side, “There.” He motions at the space beside him.

“No, you idiot!” You kick at his crossed legs, “Are you just gonna sleep right here?”

“Not if you keep that up.” He grabs for your foot, but you jump out of the way.

“We can’t sleep out here! We need to get back to the Sunny!”

“Don’t worry.” Zoro places his swords beside his leg, stretching out, “These things always figure themselves out.”

You can’t believe him right now. You were hoping to spend an hour or two trailing after the green haired man, maybe getting an appreciative view of his backside. Instead, he spent the first half of the scavenge muttering about his ‘just fine’ navigation skills, and the second half cursing everything under the sun.

But knowing defeat when you see it, you drop the basket of fruit you had perched on your hip before landing in the spot next to him.

The heat of his body is cutting through the brisk chill that had settled in the air as the sun descends further over the horizon. Peeking at his face, you see his eyes are still shut, and take the opportunity to unabashedly look.

His shirt is taught with the hard plane of muscle underneath. He’s never been shy to show off his skin aboard the ship, but there’s something different about the way the fabric stretches over his chest, how the outline of his pectorals is visible even from a distance.

Your eyes slip further down to his strong thighs that you just know would feel heavenly between yours. What you wouldn’t give to just be able to sit on top of one, and rock yourself against it until-

“Why are you looking at me?”

Your eyes snap back to Zoro’s, panic filling your chest, “I wasn’t! I was, uhh, looking at the ground!” You want to slap yourself for the dumb excuse, but it seems to work.

Zoro shrugs, nodding his head at the basket, “Pass me one of those.”

You quickly toss him the citrus fruit, grabbing one for yourself.

“Nice out here.” He comments, peeling the skin back and popping a slice in his mouth.

You can’t even enjoy the sight of his tongue licking the juice off his lips because you’re too annoyed, “No.” You scoff, “It’s cold and my butt hurts.”

Suddenly strong arms surround you and you’re lifted just to be plopped right in Zoro’s lap.

“Zoro! What the hell!”

“What?” His focus more on the fruit in his hand, “You said you were cold, and there was probably a rock under your ass or something.” He makes it sound so simple, as if you’re not an inch away from his cock, “Quit squirming.” He mutters, arms tightening around your waist to still you.

It’s undeniable that his warmth is keeping away the chill, but maybe it’s also the heat coursing through your body with his arms wrapped around you. You might faint.

Zoro tosses the peel into the bushes, leaning further against the tree. There’s no talking, just silence as you’re frozen in place, but soaking in every moment of this.

You realize Zoro must have fallen asleep, not like he couldn’t do that anywhere. But then you hear the intake of breath.

“Are you smelling me?”

A pause, “What! No!”

You turn your head to see there’s a faint blush on his cheeks and a glare, “You were totally smelling me!”

“Whatever!” He spits, looking in the other direction, muttering under his breath, “You just smell nice.”

“Oh.” Zoro is clearly embarrassed, so you try to take pity on him, “Well I think you look nice, too.” He meets your gaze again, confusion etched into his stare, and then it hits you what just left your mouth, “Smell! I mean you smell nice too!” Curling up in a ball dying sounds nice right about now.

“Uh.” Zoro clears his throat, “You look nice too.”

The pounding of your heart is so loud you’re surprised it hasn’t burst out of your chest, “Really?”

Zoro feels himself bristle under your question, “I just said it didn’t I?” He snaps, which he immediately regrets. He doesn’t really like expressing himself through words, and he already feels on edge with you sitting so close to him. God, he’s sure that shitty cook could even do a better job right now.

“Zoro.” There’s hesitation in your voice, and trepidation clear on your face when he looks at you, “I think I might like you.”

His lips suddenly press against yours, but just as quick pull back. Your wide eyes match his, but flick to his lips and back, and he’s doing the same.

Zoro’s a man of action, you know that. So this kiss has to mean he like’s you too, right?

Slowly, you turn in his lap until you’re kneeling between his legs, moving as if he’s a skittish animal. Your hand reaches up to cup his jaw, delighting when he leans into the touch.

It’s a soft kiss. Just a press of the lips. When his hand comes to rest on the small of your back, you let your tongue play at the seem of his lips, begging for entrance.

He allows it, a playful dance between the two, and even a teasing nip of his bottom lip that has you smiling into the kiss.

Zoro growls, pulling you tighter against him, his hand cupping the back of your head and devouring you. You reel back to catch your breath, matched panting like an intense battle just ended.

Your eyes meet, and it’s there’s an unspoken agreement because the next minute you’re both scrambling to get out of your clothes, doing the bare minimum as Zoro tugs his pants to his knees and you rip yours off before settling back in his lap.

His cock fits snugly between your bodies. God, even it pressed against your stomach make you a little light headed at the idea of it fitting in you.

Zoro recaptures your lips, furiously moving against yours, hands trailing up your sides leaving behind a trail of heat. Trying to help, you reach for the bottom of your shirt, trying to pull it over your head, and his hands join the mix, desperate to get a peak of any more skin.

But then a resounding rip tears cuts through the heavy pants.

“Zoro! What the fuck!” You look down to see your shirt now having a huge tear down the middle.

He shrugs before tearing the rest, leaving your chest exposed, “You can have mine.”

And you can’t stay mad long, not when he’s biting into your neck like that and his hand is tweaking at your nipple in the most delicious way.

Rolling your hips forward grants you brief relief when his cock comes in contact with your clit, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. And you chase that sensation with each continued roll of your hips, whimpers and pleas falling from your lips.

“Get up here.” Zoro grunts, with a smack to your ass. You glare at his smirking face, but none the less rise to your knees to straddle his wide hips.

The head of his cock is just at your entrance, and you’re dripping for the satisfaction of it filling you. Suddenly a yelp escapes your lips when he thrusts up, his cock trying to ram its way into you.

Zoro immediately pulls back, worry and alarm clear on his face, “What’s wrong?” He asks, a little panicked.

You shake your head, grimace still on your face from the ebbing pain, “I just need it to be a little slower.” Zoro nods, but still doesn’t move an inch, too terrified to hurt you.

It’s endearing, so you reach down to grasp his cock, lining it up against your cunt, before slowing taking it in inch by inch.

He’s biting his lip, a look of total concentration and trying to hold back the urge to flip you and fuck you as deep and as hard as he can. But Zoro doesn’t want that, not with you. He wants you to feel as good as he’s feeling, and then hopefully you’ll let him do this with you until the day he dies.

You both let out a moan when you sink down completely. You’ve never felt so full before.

There’s a moment neither of you move, just staring unbelievably where your bodies meet, that you’re actually doing this. Rocking your hips forward, his cock drags deliciously against your walls, and you set a nice pace that has you climbing higher and higher to a peak.

But Zoro is dying. Yeah, it feels like heaven, but he knows it can be more. His fingers slip down to your clit, rubbing and hoping to entice you to go a little faster.

You steady yourself on his shoulders, mouth dropping open at the sensation. “More.” You whine.

His head shoots up to yours, “Yeah?” He asks, but words escape you at the moment, and you can only nod.

Zoro quickly crushes one of your hands between his, replacing his fingers at your clit with your own. Instead letting his hands dig into your waist, lifting you up with ease, before slamming you back down. The feeling is jarring as he continues the rough and quick pace, and even though you’re on top, by no means are you in charge.

“Zoro,” You pant, “Slow, slow down or I’m gonna cum.”

But he doesn’t let up, “Do it already.” He grunts, eyes focused on where his cock is disappearing into you over and over.

Toes curling, you wrap a hand around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair before giving a harsh tug for his eyes to meet yours. And it’s the fucked out look on his face that send you over the edge. A cry escapes your lips and Zoro eats it up with his own mouth, sliding his tongue into yours while you’re barely coherent, too overwhelmed with pleasure.

Zoro’s muffled moans against your lips sound a lot like your name, and his hips start stuttering, hands unable to keep up with the rhythmic pace. But can you blame him? He can’t help himself when your tight cunt is gripping and sucking in his cock like that.

“Fuck.” Zoro throws his head back, a long groan follows as he stills under your, with the sensations of his hot seed filling you.

Your head falls into the crook of his neck, both of you trying to catch your breaths while enjoying the aftershocks.

His hair is soft under your fingers, the steady rise and fall of his chest has your eyes falling shut, pulling you deeper into the sleep he’s probably already teetering on.

“Hey Zoro?” You get a grunt in response, “You better not fall asleep before you give me your shirt.”

Laughter rumbles in his chest, “Whatever you say.”

.

You wake when a high-pitched scream fills the air. Barely any time to rub the sleep from your eyes before Zoro’s warm body is ripped out from under you.

“What have you done!” Sanji stands over you, clutching Zoro in a choke hold.

“Sanji!” You cry, “Let him go!”

“Shitty cook!” Zoro grunts, trying to elbow him in the gut. He misses but is able to get away from Sanji.

“And you hurt her!” Sanji nearly screamed, “Look what you did to her neck!” Your own hand flies up to your throat, noticing it feels a little tender.

“She liked it!” Zoro yells back, “And wait till you see where else I did it!”

“Zoro!” You snap, angry he would even mention that!

“What! You did!”

There’s rustling in the among the trees before the rest of your crew comes into view and you just might die of embarrassment.

“Sanji! You found them!” Luffy shouts, excited and happy to have found his nakama safe.

“Oh my.” Is all Robin can say, a smirk splitting her face as her extra hands cover Franky and Brook’s eyes.

Chopper pushes his way past Usopp who’s trying to look anywhere but you, “Are you hurt?” He looks on the verge of tears, “Sanji said you were hurt!”

“Hey!” Luffy cocks his head, “Why are you wearing Zoro’s shirt?” It was an innocent question that earned him a slap to the back of the head from Nami and results in Sanji starting to scream again.

Burying your face into your hands, you promise yourself that you and Zoro will be sure to get even more lost next time.

[strawbabysimp]

Sous-Chef || Jealous!Zoro x Reader

Genre: Light Angst

Category: Jealous!Zoro x GN!Reader

Warning(s): Misunderstandings, Obsessive Working Out, Relationship Insecurities

Request(s): "Hello!!! I found your blog a few days ago and I felt like I absolutely had to make a HC request! Your writing is amazing!! Do you think you can do a HC on Zoro having a partner who likes to cook and shares the kitchen with sanji? maybe a little jealousy?"

A/N: I started this as headcanons but I got a bit carried away and it became a fic~ I hope you don't mind💕

"Those two are getting along pretty well, huh?"

Zoro looked up from his lap, his drift into slumber interrupted by the long-nosed sniper's words. His brow furrowed in confusion before following Usopp's gaze, catching sight of you and Sanji laughing amongst yourselves about something he wasn't privy to by the kitchen door. He wasn't surprised to see you there, often spotting you alongside the chef cooking up some new recipe he didn't understand the specifics of but would end up eating nonetheless. At his Nakama's lack of response, Usopp hurried to calm down the already cool-headed man. "Not that anything's, ya know, happening, or anything like that! I didn't mean that- I mean... You know what I meant." Zoro shrugged off his concerns inturn for returning to his attempt at sleep, this time without interruption from his crewmate.

He fell asleep to the sound of laughter.

~~~

The next day was interesting, having woken up to the shuffling of clothes and hushed voices. His senses were keen and he picked up on the ones responsible for the disturbance immediately. What were you and Sanji doing?

"Hurry up before you wake up the Marimo. I have something to show you!" The cook's voice was raspy in his attempt at quietness and Zoro was tempted to steal a peek at whatever was so interesting you had to get up before sunrise to see. "Shhhh!" You scolded the other man's insistent words.

Right after the initial shock of this wore off, a much more cynical thought made its way into his head.

He wasn't welcome. That's why you hadn't woken him up. That's why he couldn't come along with you, clinging close to your side in the morning air as you laughed off the curly-brow's stare of discontent at the sight of him. Whatever this thing between you and Sanji was, Zoro had no place in it and that notion was supported by the both of you. Zoro wasn't welcome in this part of your life, even as a spectator, and you had made sure of that.

You stepped out the door and his heart ached. He wasn't mad - not at you at least. He was confused. He hated being confused. Anger at least meant he understood the situation, but right now, he was left alone in the bed you and he were meant to share, feeling far too lonely for a man whose partner was just outside.

You came back in after some time, getting back into bed with a content sigh, the heat of his body warming you up from the cold dawn air. He was stiff beside you and you called his name in a low voice. He didn't respond to your questioning tone and you gave a soft smile to his relaxed face.

Zoro could only sense your stare, not your feelings, and turned over with a small, well-placed groan.

~~~

The light shined through under the door and it was Zoro's turn to wake up before you. It had to have been a few hours since your mysterious departure and return to the room and while he was still plagued by the many questions your actions left in his mind, no good could be done laying around.

He quickly got ready for the day, fixing his clothes in the mirror for a split second before heading out to the deck. The smell of food hit him and he knew that whatever the cook was making was going to be good. Not a surprise. Despite the pleasant aroma, his calm mood shifted and he wanted nothing more than to get away from the tell-tale signs of breakfast.

"Zoro!"

Your voice rang across the deck and his chest tightened. He turned around to face you, the soft smile on your face a welcome sight no matter any internal struggles he was facing. He knew trust was a difficult and sometimes fatal thing but he truly did have faith in the fact you wouldn't do anything to hurt him. This was his own issue. He trusted you(and Sanji but he wasn't about to say that).

He put off his training for a later time, the cook calling out that food was ready soon after you had approached him. Everyone quickly gathered and as the food was placed down, forks at ready to fend off their Captain's gluttonous hands, the Strawhats dug in. Your thigh was pressed against Zoro's and in the approaching winter island weather - and truly any instance at all - the contact was most welcome. Zoro poked at your plate playfully, expecting a laugh as he half-heartedly went for your food, but was surprised to see it garnered no reaction. His eyes traveled up your neck and he spotted your upturned lips which had a small smile of his own gracing his face, but as he looked at your eyes he realized you weren't paying attention to him in the slightest. You were looking at Sanji. And he was smiling back.

The pleasant expression on the swordman's face dropped away and he went back to eating, catching Robin's eye whilst doing so. The two shared a blank look and Zoro nodded at her before continuing his meal.

Your cheek pressed against his shoulder as he chewed around his fork, the warmth that filled him at the action burning in a masochistic sort of way. He knew he should talk to you but some part of him was scared of the answer and avoiding feelings was something Zoro did best. Be logical and win. That's all he had to do. But was there even something to win? And if so, hadn't Sanji already won?

The affectionate gesture received no reaction just as his had before and you removed yourself from his warmth.

~~~

Breakfast ended and with a quick press to your forehead Zoro was off, no doubt going to train up until lunch. The smile you received was tender yet rushed and you tried to trust in the fact that Zoro would come to you if something was wrong. Confronting him made him uncomfortable and you tried to avoid that when possible, giving him a place to express himself freely without forcing it out of him.

You made your way back into the kitchen, asking Sanji if he needed help with anything. He turned down your offer politely, content with the process of making the crew drinks on his own, but at the look on your face, he changed his mood. Directing you off into the food storage to get him some supplies, what he had originally planned to be a simple hot chocolate was now turning into an assortment of treats. He could tell you needed something to distract you and what better than cooking alongside the ship's gifted chef to soothe your need for occupation.

The snacks practically made themselves, you and Sanji working in sync as you gave the occasional comment or request. By the time it was done, there laid mugs of hot chocolate topped with fresh whipped cream and an assortment of cookies for everyone to choose from that would hopefully satisfy them until lunch was ready.

Sanji took the liberty of handing out the food to the ladies, stopping by Chopper as well because who could resist the cuteness of the blue-nosed creature. It was hard to believe anyone could consider him anything other than adorable perfection. You were of course stuck with the boys, balancing the dishes as you handed them off with a word of thanks from the recipients - or the occasional attempt at grabbing another serving.

The only person left was Zoro and when you didn't find him in his usual napping spot you crossed the deck with a sigh. That man truly was too predictable.

"Hey Y/N! Looking for Zoro?" Usopp questioned, the chocolatey drink coating his upper lip as he smiled. You nodded. "He said he wanted to be left alone to train. I'll graciously take his food though!" The sniper reached out for the goods, taking them from your frozen hands as you frowned. You always delivered Zoro's food to him when he trained, even if it went cold he ate it just so you would stop by to bring it to him. Maybe something really was wrong with your boyfriend.

~~~

Zoro's muscles ached under the strain of the weights, he had lost count of the reps by now and had no intention of stopping any time soon. His arms begged him to put them down, already far surpassing his goal for the workout session, but he couldn't. He found peace in the rhythmic movements and the pain only seemed to calm his mind. The endorphins in his brain fueled him on and he could easily see himself becoming addicted to the act; if he wasn't already that is.

All the anger and confusion faded into the background as his body screamed at him to stop. The sweat dripped down his face and the plain white shirt he adorned was soaked through with the moisture. He would have taken it off but that would require a break and that wasn't something his mind allowed at the moment. He let the fabric cling to his body as he focused on the movements.

A knock at the entrance had him dropping the heavy equipment without a second thought, looking over to where he had set his swords. He worked to catch his breath, the pain in his chest yet to subside due to the lengths he had pushed himself when the smell of tobacco flooded his senses.

"What are you doing, Marimo?" Sanji said without his usual instigating tone, the cigarette balanced against his lip as he spoke. The declared "Marimo" huffed, not happy to be interrupted by the main cause of his grief.

"Get out."

"I'll leave when you get your grassy head out of your ass and stop doing whatever it is you're doing."

"And what exactly am I doing, Cook?"

Sanji shot him a look, annoyed by his Nakama's false ignorance. His next words weren't a suggestion. "Fix this."

He turned around without another word, leaving Zoro alone once again, his only company being the cigarette smoke lingering in the air as a cruel reminder of the other's words.

~~~

Zoro didn't have the will to leave the space, the workout equipment surrounding his now near-sleeping form. He knew avoiding the issue would only make it worse but the comfort of being alone to dwell in his ill feelings was too tempting to resist. Just as he was about to lay down for a quick nap a knock broke him out of his wallowing state. Could he not get an ounce of peace on this damn ship?

His eyes widened at the person approaching.

"Y/N?"

"The one and only," you said in a somber voice, approaching the man. You weren't used to the lack of alcohol flooding your senses as you got close. He always smelled a bit of the drink and the small difference had you shifting on your feet, only adding to the uncomfortable mess of the situation.

You sighed, tugging Zoro up and along behind you as he simply gazed at you in confusion. He wanted to rip his arm away from your grasp, not a fan of being grabbed so harshly, but the lack of physical contact between you two left him a little more lenient if it meant he could touch you.

The trek to the food storage was silent, the tension between you two lessening slightly despite no words being exchanged. You caught a few looks from the others, some sending concerned frowns or even a stern glare from Sanji directed at your boyfriend. He didn't come in here often unless it was to steal alcohol - he came in here pretty often - and the way his eyes shifted around the room made it obvious he was uncomfortable with the situation yet decided to stay to see whatever this was through.

You let go of his arm to make your way over to the corner, pulling a box into view that had Zoro walking over himself to see. The top came off with a crack and you moved over slightly so he could get a better look from beside you. The container was filled with what looked to be little balls of algae but couldn't possibly be from how they sat on top of one another.

"Sanji found these on the last island. He said they reminded him of you, well, he said they looked like some sort of moss ball which is basically the same thing-"

Your words faded off into the background as Zoro peered down at the box, the contents staring back at him mockingly. He picked one of the fruits up, surprised at the hard exterior, and turned to face you.

"Is this why you snuck off yesterday?"

God, he felt stupid.

"Snuck off?" Your eyes widened in realization.

"It was supposed to a surprise! I thought maybe I could make you something with them. I would never... What did you think was happening?"

Zoro met your gaze with a shrunken expression. His words sounding pitiful to his own ears. "I didn't know what to think Y/N," his hand came up to card through his hair as his eyes shut, "I didn't want to think anything."

You gave a soft smile, knowing the conversation could get far too grim at a time that was supposed to be pleasant. "Sanji wanted to show these to me. I think he wanted to do something nice for us. He can be a bit of a dick," Zoro laughed at your words, "but he's sweet." There was a million different things he could say in that moment to counteract your words but decided against it. The weight that had been crushing his ribs finally dispersed and with a smirk he asked, "So, what can you make with these?"

You grinned, going off on a tangent about all the things you and Sanji had tried, the swordsman watching with bright eyes at the enthusiastic verbal reenactment of your cooking trials.

[lemons3ason]

Grateful

(Sanji x Slave! reader)

(Soulmate au)

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He knew you existed out there somewhere, he never believed he had a soulmate till the day he learned of the bond through taste. When he was a child still learning to cook he’d get random tastes tingling his tongue and he never knew why until Zeff explained an old story to him about Soulmate bonds. It was perfect in a way, a chef bonded to his soulmate by taste, sadly it seemed you didn’t have a healthy diet. Most of the time you left a bland taste on his tongue or nothing at all. Just when he thought you were gone you’d bless his tongue with a sign that you were still alive but he never liked the flavorless foods you’d eat. When he met you he’d cook for you everyday, let you taste all his new dishes before even Luffy, but when would that day come?

“Hey cook we’re here.”, Zoro called from the deck.

Nami had found a new island, the goal was just to trade in their treasure for bellies and restock on supplies simple as that. Sanji sighed and lit his cigarette to calm his nerves, for some reason he had grown anxious since Ussop had called out the island from the crows nest. He apologized silently, you probably hated the taste of his cigarettes, he’d apologize to you once he met you. The island was huge but everyone quickly noticed the large amount of slaves throughout the streets. Filthy rich bastards held them like trophies at their sides, others belittled them like it was nothing in public, it was disgusting to watch.

“Everyone just get what you need to restock on supplies and let’s get out of here fast. If I stay here a second longer I think I’ll puke.”, Nami ordered watching the poor slaves toil away at their masters orders.

Sanji heart suddenly sank to his stomach, he didn’t know why but further in the city it felt like something was calling him. He disappeared into the crowd tasting something metallic on his tongue, he didn’t like the taste one bit. His eyes widened when he arrived at the entrance of one of the many alleyways in the city to see a man beating on a young (h/c) haired slave. His body moved on its own, his legs igniting into flames as he neared the man. He noticed the blood dripping down your nose and pieced it together, your bond had called him. Blood, the taste on his tongue was the blood running down from your nose, it was you! Through your hazy eyes you briefly saw a flame and then nothing, it all went black but for a moment you thought you heard a ‘Sorry’ in your sleep. It felt like forever until you woke up but the savory melted taste on your tongue made you wake up, you had forgotten about your hunger since it had been so long since you had a decent meal but something about the taste left you wanting at least a spoonful. You stirred awake, slowly you heaved your heavy body out of bed to see your wounds and scars cleaned and wrapped in bandages.

“I look like a mummy.”, you sighed quietly.

“Oh you’re awake that’s good.”, a cheerful voice called scaring you back against the bed.

It was a little talking deer? His appearance seemed to calm you down but he could tell you were nervous and afraid.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m just the ship’s doctor. Does anything hurt? Are you sea sick? Don’t be afraid to tell me I’ll help you as best as I can.”, he cheered, his grin was infectious you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Chopper the foods ready go ahe-you’re awake.”, A young blonde smiled softly at you, “Are you hungry? I can bring you a plate if you are.”

You were too overwhelmed from everything going on to actually respond but deep down he could tell the smell was enticing your appetite. Chopper left and so did the handsome blonde, you were alone again. At least you thought you were, your tongue tickled from a soft savory taste that made your stomach growl and in a way you could tell it was the blonde cook from before. He opened the door again returning with a tray of food, he noticed you drooling but he also noticed the trauma of your past taking over.

“You can eat it, it’s not poisonous or anything and you can already tell it tastes good.”, he hummed placing the tray next to you, your eyes quickly snapped down to the warm plate. It had been so long since you actually had something hot and fresh to eat, he was lying he had to be, he’d take it away from you and leave you hungry just like your old master.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to eat? Here, just a taste please.”, he begged softly holding a spoon up to your lips.

His eyes were soft, his smile sincere, was he actually serious about this? Even with your quivering lips you took the spoon into your mouth and let the soup melt against your tongue. Sanji’s heart broke seeing you break down into tears from just that one spoonful, how long had you suffered to make you cry over food. He could tell you were happy but still it made him sad knowing that you had suffered far worse than he did while waiting to meet him. He moved your tray next to your bed and carefully moved towards you wrapping his arms around your trembling body and softly held you. He didn’t know you all that well, at least not yet but he didn’t need to know so much about you to know that you were going to be happier now that he had found you.

“I love you.”, he sighed hugging you tightly.

Your soft sobs against his shoulder suddenly became louder, how could he love someone like you? It had to be impossible there was no way he was destined to a nobody like you.

“Hush now mon chéri, don’t cry. I’ll never let you go through this pain ever again, I promise I’ll make the rest of your days worthwhile but for now just eat. Eat and get stronger and everyday I’ll make sure you’re full and happy.”, he hummed against your ear softly pressing kisses to your head until your tears stopped.

“How are you so sure about me? I-I’m just a waste of space, y-you don’t even know my name. S-someone as wonderful as you doesn’t deserve a nobody like me.”, you hiccuped wiping your tears away.

“I’m the cook of the Strawhat Pirates, my name is Sanji, and if I’m being honest I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life since I finally found you. I’ve waited for years to finally hold you, (Y/n).”, you gasped hearing him call your name, it sounded like syrupy gold coming off of his tongue.

“Hee...It just feels unreal knowing that someone like you actually existed for me.”, you explained wiping away the last of your tears.

Once you could see him properly you realized just how lucky you were, he was your Angel. He ate with you that night, happy when you shyly asked for seconds and spoiled you with all the simple amenities that you had long forgotten were available for you. You had enjoyed a nice hot bath, soft new clothes that the girls adored on you, and even though you swore the infirmary beds were enough for you, the crew had gifted you your own bed and room. As you enjoyed and dozed off in the soft pillows and sheets you heard a knock at your door.

“(Y/n) I brought you dessert. Try it I’m sure yo-“

“Sanji what’s that?”, you asked innocently shocking the young chef.

“D-dessert, I-it’s something sweet served after diner. A treat.”, he explained.

It was just a simple strawberry cheesecake but when Sanji saw your face melt into a look of enjoyment he couldn’t help but smile. You were to cute for your own good, in just a few hours a whole new you had emerged from your shy broken form and it had Sanji falling all over for you. You were perfect, no matter what lie you told yourself you were perfect in his eyes. Once you were finished thanking him for his cooking he kissed you goodnight on the cheek and left you but your overflowing heart felt unaccomplished...something was missing and you knew it was your fault. You rushed out of bed and swung the door open calling out his name, he stopped just feet away from you and turned to you.

“Yes mon ch-“

“I love you! I’m grateful that I have you now, please make me fall in love even more with you tomorrow. Goodnight.”, you screamed locking yourself back in your room as your face heated up.

Sanji stood in the hallway completely dumbfounded by the way his heart somersaulted against his chest. His face flushed from ear to ear at your confession, if that was your wish then he would certainly do as told. He was your soulmate and he would make sure you were happy with him until the day you died, his wonderful little (y/n).

[tooweirdforyou]

Luffy With A S/O Who Has A Tattoo Of The Jolly Roger

A/N : this is a request from my sister so I’m excited to post this! This was actually really cute so I hope you enjoy! :)

Summary : In which, one day, Luffy finds out about his female significant other’s hidden tattoo of the crew’s Jolly Roger.

note : if you all would like a post of where the crewmates might have their Jolly Roger, or have any ideas or thoughts yourselves, please share! I’d love to hear it.

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“The crew is rather lively today, aren’t they?”

You smile at the sight of Luffy running around with a water gun, chasing after Usopp and Chopper and spraying them with it.

Nami and Robin sat on the lawn chairs beside you, the shade of the umbrella taking over your bodies to protect from the heat of the sun.

Nami was wearing a white bikini, Robin wearing a black bikini top with a white skirt that reached her knees, while you settled in a white tank top and some light blue denim shorts.

Sanji was coming down from the upper deck, having just exited the kitchen with a silver plate of beverages on top.

Brook and Franky sat off to the side, Brook drinking his tea and enjoying the sight of the trio, while Franky watches in amusement as well, whilst tinkering with his torso.

Zoro laid by the railing, swords at his side and arms crossed with his body leaned back. His eyes were closed and he was resting, but you could tell he was listening in to everything.

“They always are.. it seems we can never get just ten minutes of peace.” Nami exhales heavily, shaking her head disappointedly as the sound of yells and laughter filled the air.

Nami’s comment caused Robin to giggle as she turns the page in her book, that was resting on her lap.

“It’s always fun with them around.” She points out, keeping her eyes trained on her book.

You laugh along as well, Nami only sulking for a brief moment before seeing Sanji returning with fresh drinks for them.

“Nami-swan~, Robin-dear~, [Name]-chan!~ here are your freshly made beverages!~” Sanji sang, lowering his hand with the plate down, setting down the drinks onto the table for the three of you.

“Thank you, Sanji.” You and Robin thank the blonde in unison, Nami immediately grabbing the glass and smiling brightly. “Thanks, Sanji.”

As Sanji swoons at the three of you, you turn back to your captain and lover and call out to him with a grin.

“Luffy! Are you thirsty? Come here, Sanji made drinks!”

Ignoring Sanji’s small protests that it was only meant for the ladies, Luffy’s eyes lit up and he grins brightly right at you. “Ooh, yeah!”

He quickly runs over, still dodging Usopp’s and Chopper’s water attacks with ease before landing right in front of you.

His straw hat hung around his neck, resting on his upper back and wore nothing but his red shorts. Water glistened against his skin in the sun from the splashes of water from Usopp’s shot.

“Seems like you’re having fun.” You sit up from your chair and held out the fresh glass that Sanji had placed down for you, holding it out for Luffy, who took it after thanking you.

Luffy stands in front of you and brings the glass to his lips, taking a long sip before exhaling in satisfaction.

Luffy smugly grins. “Shishishi~, Yeah, I keep hitting Usopp and Chopper easily! They kind of suck at aiming.” He mindlessly states aloud with a laugh, Usopp’s brow twitching at his words.

“Oh yeah?..” Usopp began fiercely pumping his water gun before smirking and pointing it at Luffy’s back. “I’ll show you the skills of Mighty God Usopp! Sniper King!” He shouts and pulls the trigger instantly.

Luffy only grins cheekily and moves aside before the water made impact.

Unfortunately, you became the target.

With Luffy having moved aside, you were shot in the face which resulted in your clothes and body to become wet and completely soaked.

“Haha! You missed again!” Luffy laughs wholeheartedly at the sight of your wet form, pointing at Usopp as he doubled over from laughter.

Nami and Sanji gasps at the sight, Sanji’s anger building up as he shouts at Usopp. “USOPP! YOU BETTER GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW! HOW DARE YOU SHOOT [NAME]-CHAN!?”

Usopp sweatdrops at Sanji as Brook’s laughter fills the air. “Yohohoho~ that was quite unexpected!” Franky joins in the laughter as well. “That was definitely a suupperr~ shot!”

Robin giggles and smiles. “That was certainly quite the aim. Are you alright, [Name]-san?” She hums, turning over to you, who was recovering from the shock and wiping your wet face.

You couldn’t surpress the smile forming as you chuckle lightly yourself. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just water.”

Seeing Chopper walk over with a hand towel, you smile gratefully to the little reindeer who was currently in his monster point.

“Sorry, [Name]! We didn’t mean to get you involved.” He apologetically smiles, you taking the towel from his hands and began wiping your face.

“No worries, Chopper.” You assure him, standing up straight to go change when Nami audibly gasp at the sight of your back, her eyes widening.

“Huh? What’s that on your back, [Name]?”

Since you got wet, your shirt was wet as well and the water expanded towards the back of your shirt, so it exposed your skin.

You hum questioningly and turn around to see her eyeing your back, the others widening their eyes at the sight of it, besides Zoro and Luffy.

“Woah! Is that what I think it is, [Name]?!” Usopp gasp in awe at the sight.

“When did you get that done, [Name]-san?” Robin asks, sitting up and setting her book onto the table.

“My, that’s quite a magnificent sight.” Brook hums, nodding at it.

“YA-OW! That looks great, [Name]!” Franky grins, giving a thumbs up towards you.

“It’s really cute! When did you do it?” Nami smiles, leaning closer to inspect it properly.

“No matter what it is, even if it was something else, it sure looks amazing on you, [Name]-chan~!” Sanji swoons, admiring it.

“Ah, it looks amazing, [Name]!” Chopper compliments, returning to his smaller usual form.

You bring the towel down from your face and smile at the others. “Thanks! I got it done in the last island we visited.”

“Got what done?” Luffy tilts his head in confusion, crossing his arms at the others’ awe of your back.

He didn’t understand. You didn’t look different. “Did you get a haircut or something?”

You laugh softly at him and shake your head at his question. “Nothing like that. Here.”

You turned around and moved your hair and towel down. You then lifted the hem of your shirt to expose your lower back.

Zoro, who was listening in, opens his eye to see what the crew was so excited about. His eye widens before a small smirk took over his lips. “I see, not bad.” He hums, approving of it.

Luffy just blinks a bit, staring at your back blankly before his eyes widens in surprise, completely shocked from the sight.

“EHH?! NO WAY!”

Right on your back, similar to the place Ace had his tattoo, was your own tattoo of the ship’s Jolly Roger, just a bit lower.

A skull with crossbones, as well as a straw hat, printed cleanly across your skin and matched well, as if it was always there from the beginning.

“Cute, right?” You grin at Luffy’s reaction, pulling down your wet shirt again and faced your captain.

“I thought it’d be nice to have the mark of the Straw Hats. What better than the Jolly Roger?”

The others smiled at your response and hum. “The tattoo looks great, [Name]. I wish you could have told us, maybe we could have had one with you.” Nami sighs and you giggle softly.

“Don’t worry yourselves about having to get one. If you guys want one too, be my guest, but this was just my own choice is all.” You say, waving your hand dismissively towards her with a gentle smile.

“Man, that’s so cool! Why didn’t you tell me about this before?!” Luffy eagerly shouts, eyes turning into stars for a moment before he looks up at you excitedly.

“I guess I must’ve forgot.” You sheepishly hum, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand. “Anyways, at least you guys saw it now.”

Before the others could question you any further, you pick up your stuff left on the lawn chair and smile at the crew. “Well, since I’m soaking wet and I’m getting cold, I’m going to go ahead and shower first.”

With that, you began walking off with a small hum of a tune, making your way over towards the bedroom to grab your change of clothes first.

Luffy watches as you go, a small grin still across his face as he chuckles heartily. “Shishishi, I didn’t know [Name] had a tattoo of the Jolly Roger. That’s really cool!”

“It is unexpected of her to suddenly get a tattoo or mark out of the blue.. but that’s our [Name]-san! Yohohoho!~” Brook joyfully laughs, Usopp smiling and nodding in agreement. “It’s definitely the real thing, it looks just like it too.”

“I wonder why she chose her back of all places though.” Chopper innocently hums, glancing down at his water gun and shook it to see if there was still water in it.

“In any case, it looks great and that’s all that matters. For now, I’ll get started on dinner.” Sanji smiles, taking a cigarette out of his carton and lit it up with his lighter.

“EXTRA MEAT FOR DINNER, SANJI! MEAT! MEAT! MEAT!”

“ALRIGHT ALREADY! STOP YELLING!”

-

You let out a satisfied and pleased breath, letting the towel rest around your shoulders and hair air dry. You wore a t-shirt and shorts this time, feeling comfortable from your shower.

Going into your bedroom, you became startled at the sight of Luffy sprawled across your bed with his eyes closed.

“Oh, Luffy.”

Hearing your voice, Luffy snaps awake and sits straight up. His body was still wet from earlier so it did dampen your sheets a bit, but you didn’t mind.

“[Name]. Took you long enough!” Luffy hums, crossing his arms with a pout forming on his lips. “I was waiting for you.”

Your eyes soften at his action and you smile lightly. “Sorry, Luffy. I lost track of time while I was in there.” You explain, making your way over to the dresser, picking up the hairbrush.

Luffy nods, signaling he understood as he watched you began heading towards him and took a seat at the edge of the bed, where it wasn’t wet.

You began brushing your hair, noticing that Luffy was staring at you and you glance over. “Something wrong?”

“Can I see it again?”

Knowing what he meant, you turn so your back faced him and lifted the back of your shirt to expose the skin.

Luffy stares blankly for a few seconds before giving a small smile.

“..you chose that spot for Ace, didn’t you?”

Your eyes widen at his question before a gentle smile appeared on your lips. Nodding, you spoke. “Yes, I did.”

Luffy looks down, his smile widening slowly before he eventually looks back up with a cheerful grin and closed eyes.

“I see. Shishishi! Well, it looks great!”

Luffy reaches his hand over and carefully glided his fingers across your tattoo-covered skin, admiring the sight of his mark on your back.

A warm smile casted over his face as he then pulls your body back into his chest and hugs you tight.

“On the next island, I’ll get the same as you, but I’ll get it on my chest! Sound good?” Luffy hums, arms wrapping around you as you leaned into him.

You chuckle heartily at him and nod. “Sounds good, Luffy.” You turn your head and peck his cheek lightly, causing Luffy to smile wider.

Luffy returns a kiss onto your head and smiles lovingly with pink-tinted cheeks.

“I love you, [Name]!” Despite his voice sounding so cheerful and childish, it was the most sincere tone you’ve heard from him.

You smile back at him with closed eyes, hands placing themselves onto Luffy’s arms around you as you curled into him more. “I love you, Luffy.”

“Oi, dinner’s ready!” Sanji’s voice calls from the kitchen, and you hum. “Mmh, it seems Sanji has finished cooking.”

“Yeah, Sanji made lots of meat! Let’s go already, [Name]!” He quickly lets go of his hold on you, leaping off the bed as you sat up straight and fixed your shirt.

“Okay.” Luffy grabs your hand and began pulling you up and out of the room, quickly heading to the kitchen to feast on the delicious dinner awaiting you both.

“Time to eat!”

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A/N : heyyy, hope you guys liked this and enjoyed! :D I thought it was cute.

[rose-animenz]

ZoroSan 5/11/21 (fluff /smut)

Zoro Wanted to play with Sanji’s hair. It looked soft and was the perfect length to create little braids with. He kept this small wish to himself though, if people knew they’d probably think he’s gay or a perv. It was getting dark out as the crew headed into the dining room on the Merry. It was small but it allowed them to eat together. No one but Luffy fully trusted Nico Robin, but it was the unspoken rule that they always eat together. She entered with no verbal complaints from the crew, but many doubtful looks were shot her way. Luffy, not understanding the tension spoke up.

“Come! Sit by me. Don't worry, I don't bite… unless you're made of beef, then maybe.” She laughed and strolled over to sit by the captain. They dined in silence at first but then again, Luffy couldn't read a room to save him.

“DONE! Sanji! I want more.” Sanji shot him an irritated look.

“Well, we don't have any extra. I couldn’t just leave this poor mademoiselle to starve tonight. Since I made hotpot I couldn't just ‘make more’ so the extra serving that I usually leave for you went to her.” Luffy’s stomach growled as if he hadn’t just eaten a larger serving than the rest of the crew.

Zoro, tired of the nonsense, spoke up, “Here, Luffy. You can have my serving. I'm not that hungry anyway, I've got my Sake to fill up on.” Luffy grabbed the plate from across the table without asking any more questions. Zoro left the dining area and walked around to the back of the Merry, past the tangerines. He sat down, a jug of alcohol in hand, and waited for everyone to finish eating. After what seemed like 15 minutes, he heard the door open and the footsteps of his crewmates. In the distance, he heard a conversation.

“Mmmm-- I'm sleepy guys, should we hit the sack?” that had to be Luffy.

“Might as well, we have nothing else to do.” he assumed that was Nami.

“I’ll start watch rotation tonight, it's been almost a week since I have.” Oh, great. Sanji is on watch. Zoro knew that as soon as everyone went to the sleeping quarters he was going to harass him about filling up on Sake and giving away a good meal. No one objected and he heard the footsteps become distant. Surprisingly, Sanji didn't come to Zoro.

“Maybe the cook finally learned he can't control my habits,” he whispered to himself. He sat a while longer, drinking in silence. He started thinking about braiding Sanji's hair again. Imagining doing little braids with his bangs. He imagined running his fingers through it and seeing Sanji smiling as he did so. His fantasy was interrupted by the click of a door and footsteps coming his way.

“Ah, so he is gonna scold me,” Zoro mumbled. Sanji turned the corner and walked to where Zoro was sitting cross-legged. Zoro looked at the ground already annoyed despite Sanji not saying anything yet. Sanji sat next to him and rather than starting to reprimand him, he set a plate in front of him with a sandwich. Zoro looked up towards Sanji. He was staring out at the ocean, looking calmer than usual. Zoro picked up the sandwich and began to eat silently. They sat there together for a bit until finally Zoro was finished eating. He set the plate down in front of him. They continued to sit together in silence, just staring out at the ocean.

“You really shouldn’t be drinking so much, it's bad for your health,” Sanji said, finally breaking the silence.

“So you did come to scold me! And you can’t talk. Every time I see you, you're smoking! How many packs even is that a day?”

Laughing, Sanji replied, “Okay, fine I'll shut up, and it's three.”

“Three what?”

“Three packs a day.”

Zoro looked at him with eyes filled with concern and fear. He took another large swig from his jug. They continued sitting in silence. He wanted to touch Sanji’s hair again. Maybe he could play it off as trying to get something out of it. Maybe if he gets a chance to touch it he won’t want to anymore and he won't focus on it as much. Maybe he could just ask to touch it… no that couldn't happen; either Sanji would be weirded out and leave or he would use it to make fun of him with the others. Plan A it is then.

He looked over at Sanji and reached his hand out. He grabbed a small lock of his hair and pretended that he was grabbing something small. It was soft, softer than he imagined actually. Sanji turned and looked at Zoro.

“You had something in your hair. It was bugging me.”

“Oh okay, thanks,” Sanji said, looking away, covering most of his face with his arm. It may have just looked that way since it was dark, but Zoro thought his ears were really red. He ignored it and took another large swig.

“Hey, Sanji. I want you to make me a deal.”

“Uh, what are the conditions?” Sanji replied hesitantly.

“Well, I want to do something, but you can't tell the others and you can't get weirded out.”

“And what do I get?”

“I won’t drink alcohol for three days.”

Sanji was interested in seeing how he would cope with that and accepted. Zoro turned his body and raised his hand to Sanji's head. Sanji closed his eyes and expected a slap, but was surprised when Zoro pat his head softly. He started running his fingers through it and separating it into sections.

“What are you even doing?”

“Braiding your hair,” he said in a monotone voice. He continued to section off his hair before starting to twist it into a loose braid. He continued his work until all of the hair on the front half of Sanji’s head was in braids. When he finished he moved back to his original position and took another swig.

“What was that even about…?”

“Just felt like styling it up a bit,” Zoro responded. Sanji didn't ask any further questions as he ran his fingers through to undo the braids. Once again, they sat in silence staring at the sea.

“Zoro, I want to make a deal.”

“Original today aren’t we?”

“Shut up, I’m being serious. same conditions as yours.”

“And?”

“I won’t smoke for three days,” Sanji said hesitantly.

“You literally chose the same template as mine.”

They stared at each other for a second.

“Fine, deal,” he said after a moment. Sanji moved toward Zoro looking into his eyes. Zoro couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. Sanji raised his hand and covered Zoro’s eyes. Zoro felt to tired t even question why he did that but then his question was answered with something he didn't expect. He felt a soft peck against his lips. When Sanji removed his hand from over his eyes he looked at the pink tint dotting Sanji’s cheeks. Strangely enough, Zoro wasn’t mad. Why wasn’t he mad? Was there something wrong with him? Why did it kind of feel nice? With these questions circling in his head, he continued to stare at Sanji, who was getting redder by the second. He had to figure out why he wasn't mad, so he leaned in and kissed Sanji. This kiss was longer and had more intensity. Zoro pulled away, seeing the same red color on his ears as before. So it wasn't the dark.

Sanji’s tie fluttered down as he closed the wooden door behind them. Sanji had grabbed Zoro’s arm and led him to the dining room. Sanji wrapped his arms around Zoro’s neck and began to bite his lip.

“Are you sure that you want to? I'm not great at sex.”

“I'm not here for the sex, I’m here because it's with you.”

With that being said Zoro pushed Sanji down onto the floor next to a table leg. He began kissing him, starting from his mouth leaving a trail up to his ear and then down his neck. He began unbuttoning Sanji’s dark navy blazer and his shirt underneath. With his torso revealed, Zoro began biting and sucking on his shoulders. With each nibble, Sanji let out a small gasp. He moved down and began toying with his nipples. He grabbed each one between his index finger and thumb and began to roll them. Surprisingly he heard nothing from Sanji. Maybe guys don't like this kind of thing? He looked up and saw Sanji covering his mouth and face with his arm.

“What are you doing?” Sanji moved his arm revealing the red saturating his cheeks. His breathing was ragged and his eyes were wide. He liked it. A lot. Zoro moved back down to continue his work, taking his time teasing them, Sanji was still pretty quiet but Zoro knew how to make him louder. He took his tongue and slid it against Sanji’s erect nipples. Once again, Sanji was silent, so Zoro looked up and found him hiding in his arms again.

“If you want me to continue you’re gonna have to stop that,” he said with a low voice.

“I don't mean to… I just get embarrassed and that my instant reaction…”

“Well, I have a solution then.” Zoro retrieved the discarded button-up and used the sleeves to tie Sanji’s wrists to the table leg that was nearby. The table should be strong enough since they had to nail it down for traveling. Ignoring Sanji’s protests Zoro moved down and began unbuttoning Sanji’s pants. He pulled them down to his knees along with his boxers, freeing Sanji’s erection, which was still growing. He grabbed Sanji’s dick causing his hips to buck a little, searching for friction. Zoro’s body began to heat up. He gave it a light squeeze before stroking it, then he quickly worked himself up to a fast pace. He could hear the whimpers and moans coming from Sanji now that he had bound his hands. A loud moan escaped Sanji’s lips, and Zoro was certain he had never wanted to hear any sound again so badly in his entire life. He looked up at Sanji and gave him a smirk. He used his thumb to rub the tip and that's what pushed him over the edge. Sanji’s cum spilled into Zoro’s hand as his toes curled and his body twitched. Zoro gave him a moment to come down and enjoyed the euphoric expression while it lasted. As soon as Sanji’s body stopped twitching he lifted up his legs.

“Wait! What are you doing?”

“Don't worry, I’m just using your thighs. I still haven’t cum.”

He placed his cock between Sanji’s thighs. He began to thrust quickly letting the soft skin bring him pleasure. He moved at a pace that brought him close but not there yet. Sanji seemed to be enjoying the look on Zoro’s face as he enjoyed himself. Finally, he reached his limit and climaxed, letting his cum spill on Sanji’s stomach. He untied the button-down shirt and lied next to him.

“That was great…” Sanji said breathlessly

“Next time, I’m bringing lube.” as Zoro said this Sanji shot up and hit him in the chest.

“Were my thighs not good enough for you stupid swordsman?”

Zoro laid there quietly for a moment before replying, “actually, it was fantastic, I just want to see your reaction to different stimulation.” Sanji laughed mumbling about him being the world’s biggest perv.

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notes

first ever time writing smut so uh yeah

xoxo

also thx to that one anon for rec

[itsthemoofacewriting]

Practice makes perfect

Starting off the year with smut is a step in the right direction.

This is for the wonderful Evilishei, who was looking for smut whilst I was feeling smutty (still a weird sentence!), and the lovely GrimTwin, who mentioned on discord that Nami would taste good and it descended into filth from there that hasn’t left my mind since.

So, this is for you two- pure, pure smut! Look away children!

This is the sequel to ‘The stars will guide you’ because I couldn’t resist. You don’t have to read that though, this is PWP at the end of the day.

Summary: Zoro strived to be the greatest swordsman in the world but that ambition to be the best wasn’t just exclusive to swordsmanship, it also happened to leak over into the bedroom. Nami’s one lucky lady.  Rating: M. Explicit. 

This can also be found on AO3 and FFN. 

Enjoy. 

It was a quick walk to the bedroom from the lawn deck, Zoro was making sure of that, something Nami was thankful for because she’d lost her blanket and as warm as Zoro was, he wasn’t that warm. Neither of them suggested stopping for it and she was perfectly okay with that, she had more pressing matters to attend to.  

Nami fidgeted in his hold on the way there and Zoro got the hint after a second, his hands moving to her bottom as her legs wrapped around his waist. Something that was instantly a better position, now she could kiss along his neck and roll her hips into his

When they reached her bedroom door, Nami’s hand fumbled behind her, trying to find the handle without having to detach from his neck but gasped when her back met the door instead as he pressed her against it firmly. His hands gripping her behind, rolling her in time with his hips and her hands tightened around his shoulders, bunching the fabric of his top.

He brought her into a searing kiss after the second roll of their hips. There was no time for gentleness or brushes and Nami didn’t miss that, she had no patience for it right now. Their lips moved urgently, tongues seeking each other out to play, the pace of their hips not slowing as they ground against one another. Heat was settling in her stomach when she felt him hard and ready through his trousers. Her teeth nipped at his lips as she withdrew her tongue to speak.

“Zoro, let’s go inside,” she murmured against his lips, her hand finally finding the doorknob behind her to twist and open the door. The last thing she needed was to be caught by someone else on the crew in such a compromising position. His feet moved then, walking them into the empty women’s room and bringing her back into another kiss.

It didn’t last as long as their previous kiss as he threw her on the bed. She bounced lightly but didn’t complain, her eyes were busy drinking in the sight of Zoro stripping off his top in front of her. No matter how many times she saw him shirtless, it never felt like it was enough, from the long scar decorating his thick torso to the muscles wrapped around his arms. There was a lot to appreciate and based on the shit eating grin on his face right now, he knew it too.

He kicked off his boots and threw his top on the floor behind him, something for them to scramble to find later when Luffy tries breaking in in the morning, and followed after her onto the bed. She scooted back to the pillows at the head of her bed and he stalked after her, to hover above her a moment later.

“Enjoying the view?” He asked, purposefully keeping some distance between them.

So cocky.

“Are you?” She challenged back, posing as provocatively as she could, and it worked when she watched his gaze slowly trail down her body.

“Enjoy it more if you took your top off.”

She laughed and raised her hands above her head, teasingly wiggling her fingers as she waited. “Get on with it then.”

He didn’t gripe at her command, complying wordlessly as his hands found the edge of her pyjama top, dragging the fabric over her body, over her head, for it to join his top somewhere on the floor. His hands were back on her body quickly afterwards, smoothing up her waist to cup her breasts and squeeze.

“No bra? Good choice,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss into the skin behind her ear.

Her hands found his shoulders, running along the exposed skin but when his thumbs simultaneously brush her nipples, she’s clutching at his shoulders and pressing her head back into the pillow as she gasped. He carried on down that path, kissing down her neck, alternating between flicking her nipples and circling them with his thumbs. It has her hips reaching up for friction that isn’t there and her hands left his shoulders to grasp the waistband of his trousers.

Her movement was halted though as one of Zoro’s hands clasped around her wrists and lifted them above her head. “Not yet,” was all he supplied, and he let go of her hands after a moment.

Purely out of curiosity she kept them above her head, and he leaned back on his heels, hands now on the waistband of her pyjama bottoms instead. She lifted her hips, and his hands were stripping the bottoms off of her body. He doesn’t hover back over her like she’d expected after he removed them, instead he’s scanning over her body, taking in the view before him and as embarrassing as it is to be on display like this, she’s too turned on to feel it. If anything it’s emboldening when all she saw was pure want over his face.

But the novelty wore off quickly. She wanted to be touched, damn it. His eyes were lingering on the red lace of her underwear and she used that to her advantage, slowly opening her legs, a clear invitation for him to get moving. It has the desired effect. His body blanketed hers immediately and she’s brought back into a kiss that made her toes curl.

She moaned into his mouth when his fingers skimmed over her underwear but groaned when they didn’t stay put and instead rubbed the skin of her thighs. The kiss was broken then as he started a scorching trail down her body, switching between brushes to nips with his teeth to using his tongue. It was driving her crazy. He used his knowledge of her body to his advantage, lingering in sensitive spots, like the crease of her neck or the skin just beneath her breast. It made her body hum as it waited in anticipation for what he’d do next.

Zoro had never been bad in bed. He’d always been good, even in the early days where they had still been figuring it all out and experimenting were more than made up by his want to bring her to an orgasm, to be the best. No matter how long it took. But practice made perfect, and he’d practiced a lot, and it had certainly paid off. He knew exactly where to touch, where to kiss and what to say to bring her pleasure.

Something that was being proven right now.

The closer he drew south, the sharper the gasps tumbling from her mouth became. It was all too much, his hands were on her thighs, holding them apart as his mouth teased along the skin just before her underwear and she was desperate for some friction against the ache between her legs. Her hands were already clutching at the sheets beside her, gasps sharp and quick in the quiet room but nothing could have prepared her for when his mouth finally reached just where she wanted him.

Well. Kind of.

He dragged his tongue languidly along the lace covering her lips and he’s barely done anything, but it had her hips shooting upward. He chuckled, not moving away and she felt that. Despite her eagerness, he didn’t pick up the pace, continuing to slowly drag his tongue along the lace and she was having a hard time knowing whether it was her wetness or his saliva that actually made her underwear wet. He may not have sped up, but he did increase the pressure of his tongue and she’s moaning at the rough drag of her lace underwear against her clit. All of it was too much but not enough at the same time and it only made it all the better.

Her reaction must have been enough because then he’s sucking through the underwear and she’s going to lose her mind if he doesn’t pick up the pace or get rid of the stupid underwear or put some damn fingers in her. His tongue dragged over her clit again and it was torturously good.

“Zoro, just take them off already!” She panted impatiently; his hand clamped over her leg again because he knew what she’s about to do. She was going to push back on his shoulder to get him to pay attention.

“I can work just fine like this,” he smirked up at her and as infuriating as his words were, it still turned her on even more.

She’s going to complain some more, despite being at his mercy but he stuck to his word. Instead of removing her underwear, his thumb is moving her underwear to the side out of the way and then he’s diving back in. Words left her then, whatever he had been doing was nothing compared to this. His tongue was so hot and so wet and so good.

If she thought his kiss was enough to curl her toes, it’s nothing compared to what he’s doing with his mouth now.

He started with a long lick along her opening, teasing along her folds with his tongue, which is great, but she’s so far passed this, she needed more. And before she can complain, she’s given exactly what she wanted. His tongue flicked against her nub and it made her jump as the suddenness, pleasure shooting down her body. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands now, the sheets aren’t cutting it anymore but then she found a better position in Zoro’s hair. They run through the cropped green and he’s humming against her when she clutched at it. The vibration against her clit felt fantastic and her choked moan has him switching to circling the little nub, pressure and pace increasing.

The outside world is lost on her right now. Right now, it’s just her and Zoro and his sinfully good tongue bringing nothing but pleasure. Her back arched off of the bed, trying to do something and she can hear the desperate noises coming out of her mouth, but she just doesn’t care. It does nothing but encourage Zoro to work harder, his hands caressed up her body only to bring her closer so he can press his mouth closer to her.  

“You’re going to wake up the ship.” Except his voice didn’t sound scolding, it sounded pleased, cocky, like he knew exactly what he was doing, and he most definitely did.

“I don’t care,” she said breathlessly. And it was true, she could feel embarrassed later, but right now her mind couldn’t comprehend anything else other Zoro and his tongue.

The warmth was building in her stomach, the race close to reaching the finale and Zoro was relentless, dragging everything out of her as he pushed all the buttons, not holding back. He certainly proved that when he slowly pushed his fingers into her, building them up to the same pace as his tongue and using his experience to quickly find that little patch that had her body humming.

Someone sobbed and she realised after a second it was her. All of it was too much, her head was trying to press through the pillow beneath her whilst her hips rolled, pushing back, as she chased after the shooting pleasure until she’s tumbling over the edge.

But that doesn’t slow him down, his mouth’s seeing her through her orgasm, drawing it out for as long as possible, until she’s a satisfied puddle beneath him, moaning and gasping through it all.

She doesn’t realise her eyes were closed until she finally opened them again, the blinding lights behind her eyes had receded and she’s met with the sight of Zoro looking down at her softly, drinking in the expression on her face. His tongue swiped out to lick at the wet around his mouth and once he’s done with this, he’s bringing his fingers up to his mouth to slowly lick them clean. Never breaking eye contact as he does. It’s something that shouldn’t turn her on when she’s just had the most mind-blowing orgasm, yet here she was watching him like a hawk, and something settled in her stomach.

“You taste really good,” he told her, blunt and honest.

Words failed her, her brain was still reeling and nothing smart came to mind, so instead she nodded back dumbly. The soft kisses he’s planting along her body as he made his way back up certainly didn’t help her brain regain its normal functioning. She received the proof of his words when he finally reached her lips and she tasted herself in their kiss.

He certainly wasn’t lying, it was sweet.

The kiss is slow, a stark difference from their previous kisses. A soft brush of lips, a caress with his tongue against hers and the comfortable weight of him over her. Their hands wandered with no real purpose and it drew out the high that she’s slowly coming down from.

Sated she may be, but this was far from over. She’s been with him long enough to know this is only round one and she was starting to get an idea of what round two was going to look like based on the hardness against her thigh. The thought of what she’s about to do has her blood pressure picking up and the lax feeling in her body is slowly fading away. Zoro knew this when she increased the urgency of their kiss, her tongue now moving with purpose.

He's pliant when she pushed a hand against his shoulder, letting her take the lead, as he laid on his back and she straddled him.

“Time to lose the trousers now, hm?” She asked, but based on the glint in her eyes, they both know it’s not a question.

Not like he’d refuse her anyway, he’s completely stiff when she teasingly brushed her hand against his length after ‘accidently’ missing the waistband. He growled and she sniggered up at him, relishing the change in positions.

He was at her mercy now.

She made sure he knew it too, languidly licking along the raised skin of his scar, fingers skimming over the hard muscles of his stomach and ignoring his impatient huffing as she made her way down. He looked like he was ready to take back control when she finally made it to the waistband of his boxers but that was quickly put to rest when she stroked him through the fabric, all teasing touches gone.

The moan he let out encouraged her, especially when he threw his head back on the pillow after waiting for so long, no longer looking at her. Her mouth took over from her hand shortly after. She traced his length with her tongue, lingering over the wet patch that was already there. His hands were then at the waistband of his boxers, completely done with her teasing but she pushed his hands away.

“Nami,” he said warningly.

“Zoro,” she retaliated mockingly, and blew a puff of air over his still clothed length, “don’t worry, I can work like this.”

He groaned in annoyance and threw his head back, but she spared him. She only teased him for a few seconds longer before she’s pulling his underwear down and out of the way. Very kind, if she said so herself.

But that didn’t mean she was done. She kissed up his length, her tongue tracing a vein on the way down and they’re all feather light touches that has Zoro running his hands through his cropped hair, huffing. She’s on limited time if she kept this up. In the past she’s lost out on giving him a blow job, but then she was rewarded with rough sex after he lost his patience. So really, neither of them lost. But she was adamant this time around, he’d been so attentive with her.

With that final thought, she takes him into her mouth, swishing her tongue on the way down and he clearly didn’t expect her to be done with her teasing so quickly based on the much louder, unrestrained grunt he’d just let out. Gone were the days of awkward fumbling and gagging from when she took him too quickly and too deeply, now it’s replaced with smooth movements and confidence.

Because as much as Zoro had practised, so had Nami and she liked to think he was just as pleased as she was with her performance. He certainly sounded like he was, based on the noises coming from his throat.

His hands ran through her hair encouragingly and she doesn’t mind it, she can relate to needing to touch the person who’s making you feel so good and as his breathing picked up, so did the swirl of her tongue and the bob of her head. She peeked up at him on her way back up his length and they locked eyes. He looked utterly ruined and she had to bite down the grin of accomplishment because she’s a woman on a mission. Holding eye contact, she licked the tip of his length, swiping off the precum leaking from him before planting a swift kiss there. Above her, Zoro gave a guttural moan at the sight.

From his moan alone, Nami knew he was close, and it spurred her on to take him back into her mouth, slowly picking up the pace as she bobbed her head. She could tell he was trying to contain himself, but his hips thrusted up a few times before he could catch himself, trying to match her pace but it didn’t throw her off.

On the last bob of her head, she knew he was about to come but then his hands were trying to pull her away, “Nami,” he warned, but she brushed it off and ignored him.

“Nami, I’m going to-” he was cut off as one of her hands circled the base of his length, pumping in rhythm with her mouth and it freed her up move faster. He let out a pant instead of finishing his sentence.

She could keep up the pace, she had to, despite her aching jaw because she wanted to see him come apart. See the stoic, no nonsense (most of the time!) swordsman come apart because of her. She powered through it and was rewarded when she felt him twitch and pulse in her mouth and then he was coming. It was warm and she grimaced slightly at the taste, he needed to eat a bit more fruit and a bit less meat, but it didn’t stop her from swallowing it down.

She continued for a second longer, seeing him through his release like he had for her. Then she was pulling away to sit up and look at the sight of Zoro beneath her, chest heaving to catch his breath and expression sated as he looked at her through a lidded eye. She didn’t think she’d ever get bored of that look. To see him come undone, all for her.

He caught her around the arms to pull her into an embrace and they shared a sweet kiss. But he pulled back after a second, frowning.

Nami laughed lightly, “See, couldn’t kill you to eat some fruit.”

He grinned back at her, “Maybe I can convince our greedy navigator to share her mikans.”

“I’m sure she’d agree based on the circumstances, it is mutually beneficial after all,” she teased.

She kissed him again then and he didn’t pull away this time. Her previous words were mostly in jest, as much as it wasn’t the most amazing taste it the world, she wouldn’t give it up over something so insignificant. With one last brush of their lips, they pulled apart.

“Not that I’m complaining, but I thought you wanted-?” He trailed off, looking at her questionably.

Nami smiled, her hands stroking along his chest. “It’s only-” she peered behind her at the clock- “3am. You have somewhere else to be?”

The confusion on his face dropped and, in its place, a dangerous smirk formed. One that told her she was in for a long night as his expression darkened and he rolled them, so he was back on top, smothering her body with his.

They may not need much practice anymore, but they should reap the reward of their dedication.

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Hope this is what both of you had in mind.

As always, forgive any errors.

Thanks for reading.

[gildedmuse]

Law is still Shichibukai (for some reason) and meets with the others including Mihawk for government business or something. He learns he had a relationship with Zoro during the 2 years. Even though Law is in a relationship with him now Mihawk & Zoro never really ended theirs officially so Law gets jealous and competative

Right, I have to pass out. But here is part one of three of this magical tale.

Oh thank God someone else has thought of this because I think about this SO MUCH. Like, "what are you even doing with your life?" / "Oh, you know, mostly trying to set up a Mihawk/Zoro/Law love triangle." / "..... Just WHY?"

Because it'd be super hot that's why.

One dude whose super possessive, one who hates losing and one who's totally obvious to all that shit. are you kidding me? That was made for fanfic glory.

I don't know if I can do such a delicious thing justice in a "let's see if I remember how words work" post, but damn right I'll try it.

It's 2020. The world needs this you guys. And hopefully it inspires others to look deep within themselves and realize the Mihawk/Zoro/Law triangle was inside them all along.

To War Over You

"Why do I have to be here again? No offense, Torao, this whole thing sounds boring as hell."

Law closes his eyes and draws a deep breath; the best way to deal with any of the Strawhat crew if you didn't want it to end in bloodshed and a broken alliance. "Did you not understand the first three times I went over the situation, Zoro-ya? I don't know if I can explain it in any simpler terms without resorting to coloring books and grade school lessons."

It may have been a little snippy, but for as confidently as he struts down the hallways of the naval base just those side of Marie Joice, Law could never get use to having marines on either side, standing at every doorway, eyeing him suspiciously as they walk past him in the halls. He'd seen what these men would do given the orders or the chance, so despite how well he could hide behind a haughty mask and arrogant demeanor, Law can't help feeling once more like a frightened child on the run from these very same men.

He had fully expected to have to lead Zoro through the whole parade, tell him not to jump at the sight of every uniform (as is still, deep down, Law's immediately response) but the other swordsman comes off as almost entirely unaffected. He makes eye contact with passing marines as if daring them to question his presence or better yet try something. He doesn't even have a hand on his sword, a sure sign of the boy's nervousness. He walks next to Law, appearing utterly calm and unafraid and, well, bored.

It's giving Law a headache to be honest. Could one if the Strawhats even pretend to behave like normal pirates?

When Zoro's shoulder bumps against Law's he wonders, fleetingly, if this this is the part where Zoro finally admits how paranoid this whole scene leaves him.

They walk past a pair of marines like that, Zoro leaning into his shoulder practically hanging off Law, and neither men blinks an eye. In fact, they make a point of not even glancing up at the passing pirates, their conversation going quiet and their eyes locked to the floor until they've past. That's been the case more and more this visit; a complete change from the first time Law had been invited where even privates and ensigns felt confident enough to give him bad looks, expressions that clearly asked what one of his kind was doing there.

Zoro also waits until the heavy steps of the two marines are mostly out of earshot before he leans, somehow, even closer. Until Law can feel the boy's hot mouth up against his skin, heating the metal hoops in his ear. "I'm so sorry oh powerful warlord," Zoro teases because, since it really occured to him that Law is a Shichibukai - and apparently one the government is desperate to keep on their side - he couldn't seem to stop himself from mocking the title. If it were any other pirate, Law could have chopped them into parts and been done with it, but for whatever reason he allows the vice captain of the straw hats to get away with such insults. "I must have been distracted at the time."

Ah, yes. That's why.

Law ducks his head, as if attempting to hide a smirk as they go by another three marines - ensigns based on their uniforms and the way their eyes go wide before they scurry past. Ah, well, at worst they'll think he's planning something big, something illegal (which he is, though not for a while) though more than likely they'll just think that's how pirates are. Cocky and unafraid.

Law doesn't mind the reputation.

Of course, if they knew the real reason Trafalgar Law, pirate captain, worst generation, and Shichibukai looked so damn smug they probably would have hurried by all the faster.

Is it his fault that there is something so pleasing about taking a man with the reputation of Roronoa Zoro and having him on his knees and begging? Law can't help the spark of pride knowing that while most others couldn't even halt Zoro's steps were he determined to get by, Law could leave him sprawled out, exhausted, panting on the bed after being made to come a fourth time and yet in two hours he'd crawl into Law's lap, needy and impatient and wanting anything the older pirate would give him.

It's enough to make any man a little conceited. After all, how many can say they've reduced the pirate hunter to such a desperate state?

Law has every right to feel proud.

Still nearly climbing on top of Law even as they walked, Zoro takes the other man's ear in his mouth, tongue first warming the metal and then teeth pulling at the earrings. Law really should make him stop; they must have all sorts of surveillance inside the base. But he just can't find it in him to do more than find the most obvious of the recording snails stuck to the walls, offering it and whoever is lucky enough to be watching a cocky smile.

And because Zoro, like the most crew, doesn't seem to understand the idea of subtle, he follows the bite up with, "I guess having you fuck my mouth interests me more than some political bullshit. Hard paying attention to all this useless junk when your buried that deep in my throat."

It's not romantic. It's hardly even sexy. And yet even as Zoro slides back into his own space, Law can feel something in his gut start to tighten, to want. It had been such a mistake to bring the swordsman along, he should have known better.

Only he'd received a hint from a certain high ranking, unnamed inspector general that the navy knew he was harbouring at least some of the Straw hats on his ship (However did they find that out, Zoro-ya? Maybe if you didn't insist on fighting every battle ship you saw). He would still be expected to attend the meeting, of course, but if he did show up they would certainly search his ship for the pirates and, failing that, likely charge him all the same. Especially after they couldn't use the Doflamigo incident against him, in part thanks to Issho's very live, very unscripted broadcast.

It seemed obviously to Law that their best option is to claim these straw hats had made the decision to work under him (some more literally than others) which only left the matter of which one to bring, to show Law isn't afraid of their suspicious.

Robin could lie very well and would have easily been the best choice, except she was just as likely to stand in front of some of the top ranked marines and inform them that, in fact, she is still and will always be a Strawhat. And she'd say it with a smile. Franky... Well, no. Franky wouldn't last two minutes into an interrogation. Usopp could lie, but there's a chance he'd over do it, or simple break down at the sight of so many marines.

No, Zoro had been his best choice, which is a condemnation of his chooses really. He's just hoping the vice captain will be able to clentch his teeth and get through it.

As added incentive, Law made plenty of promises.... And threats. Depending, of course, on Zoro's ability to behave.

"What's the point of even calling you out here?" Zoro asks in an entirely casual tone, as if he hadn't just described sucking Law off. "Not like the government acts wants your opinion on anything."

Law has to admit Zoro's right, but after the near catastrophe at Dressrosa, Law is trying to play ball. If they haven't expelled him yet it's because they need something from him, and Law is determined to find out what. "Just do as I tell you and don't make a scene," Law says, knowing those two instructions are impossible for any strawhat to follow, perhaps especially this one. "So long as you don't-"

Suddenly, Law is no longer looking at Zoro but at the plain walls of the military base. Confused, he looks back to see Zoro has come to a stop in the middle of the hall. There is a dangerous grin pulling at his lips, one that Law would definitely be afraid of of he hadn't seen it so many times right before Zoro swallowed him whole. Now it just makes him lose his breath a little too fast, the heat in his gut pours through the rest of him, becoming something he can't control.

Expect Zoro isn't looking his way at all.

"Hawkeye," Zoro says simply, and while his voice is harsh his expression certainly isn't. "I forgot they still recognize you as a Shichibukai. When I defeat you then, do I get that title as well?"

Law jerks to look back so abruptly he feels a little sick, but sure enough there he is; fellow Shichibukai and world's greatest swordsman. A title that Law knows Zoro coverts, perhaps explaining the gleam in his eyes as he stares down the other swordsman. Though Law would have expected it to hold more.... Hostility. Instead, despite the seriousness of his tone and the challenge in his eyes, Zoro's lips keep twitching, unable to completely hide the a smile.

He's probably just happy to get this chance at a rematch. Not that Law is about to let that happen in the middle of a marine base. Zoro may be less than cautious and driven by his heart rather than solid reason, but he isn't that crazy.

.... Is he?

"Roronoa," Mihawk greets him formally and, again, his voice even and devoid of humour, and yet the older Shichibukai does nothing to hide his smile. "How strange to see the rabbit has wandered so far from its burrow."

Zoro wrinkles his nose before deciding to go for something slight more intimidating. "I told you not to call me that." He might try and pass it off as a growl, but honestly he sounds like a pouting child. It's cute, in a way.

In the way that it would have been cute, if it had been for Law.

Mihawk's smirk grows more amused, more cocky at Zoro's reply. "I seem to recall you didn't mind at times." Mihawk's long strides eat up the room between him and Zoro in a matter of seconds, and before Law even thought to be on guard the older man is leaning down, whispering something for only Zoro to hear.

Law may not know what exactly is said, but he recognizes the flush in the other boy's cheeks, the way his eyes go wide before falling half closed as he rocks, almost consciously, up onto his toes and closer to the one teasing him.

It's a state he's enjoyed putting the swordsman in in the past, one he's never had to witness as a third party.

When Mihawk has finished, Zoro is just a touch too pink and too breathless for Law's comfort. But it's the smirk on the older swordsman's lips when he pulls away that makes Law clench his fist and bite doesn't hard. If they weren't at this base, he's fairly certain nothing, not even his intelligence or will to survive, could stop him from casting a room and cutting Mihawk's heart out. At the least.

It's only after Mihawk has had his fun with Zoro that he looks up, his sharp golden eyes falling on Law. Law can only remember one other time the master swordsman has graced him with so much as a vague consideration; when he'd first arrived here, a newly appointed warlord. Mihawk had merely regarded him with nothing more than a passing glance before declaring he had more important things to attend to and making a swift, unapologetic exit.

Now, though, his eyes seem to study Law like he's preforming a dissection, seeing parts of him that Law would have thought impossible to see.

"Trafalgar," Mihawk uses the same even tone as he had with Zoro, only lacking in any signs of warmth as he had with Zoro. "I see you decided to join us after all." Before Law can point out that he could hardly deny the summon he had been sent, Mihawk's eyes are back on Zoro. "Am I to believe the rumours of you abandoning your captain are true then, Roronoa?"

Before Zoro can ruin their cover (Law can see it in his face and feel the aura around him, this refusal to deny his captain) Law is quick to leap in. "Zoro-ya is under me now, if that is what you're asking," Law snaps, perhaps with more bite than is necessary. And if his words can be taken more than one way, well, that's really up to the listener to decide. "Otherwise, why would I entrust him to accompany me to this summit?"

[classysmashy]

Into Each Life...

#3/??? of Nuclear Winter

ZoNa Holiday 2020 Entry Prompt 3 (Ornaments / Tradition)

@zonamievents

One Piece in Fallout Universe (kinda~)  [I do not own One Piece or Fallout]

AN: There was something in particular I wanted to convey about Nami with this one, but after this there will definitely be more Zoro. So, I have ideas of how to explain the devil fruits, fishmen/mermaids, and sky natives into the Fallout universe for this and it’s pretty exciting. I don’t know when I might try to get into moments to explaining them out, but I might do future chapters (after the holiday event is over) to do flashbacks that put key moments into this universe since this is supposed to take place six years after Luffy originally started his journey. If I do these, I might build up a wayyy longer chapter for those moments to try and keep them from taking away from the main story being focused later in the timeline compared to the past. Again, sorry for this being late, I had my ideas for these, but it was a matter of putting everything into the words I wanted. The original Fallout 1 and 2 games had much darker themes than the newer ones and I want to try and incorporate that, but not too heavy outright.<3

Rated: T for Blood, Heavy Violence, Suggestive Themes

Word Count: 4,379

*****

Ever since she was younger, Nami understood that bad things must happen for the good times to come rolling in. That was the second lesson she had learned from the death of Bellemere. The first lesson had been that she had to keep living, for being alive meant something, even when you don’t necessarily know just what that something is.

A part of her wanted to rip the world to shreds for the death of Bellemere and believed Arlong deserved the most cruelest, torturing death for the crimes he had committed to her hometown. And for so long Nami lived with that spite building inside of her, brimming over the top at times and causing her to lash out upon herself.

The first time she went wild with her anger, it happened while she had been visiting Nojiko and storing away some of the money she had stolen. Nami had lost it in a fit of rage, putting her fist through a flower vase, the broken ceramic cutting at the skin of her hand, and smashed up the kitchen table with one of the dinning chairs.

It was during those times that Nojiko started making sure Nami was voicing herself to the older sister, since bottling those feelings away inside was destroying Nami each time she felt helpless. 

Nami never cried though. She would get angry, break things, lie about being happy, but she would never let the full extent of the misery hiding inside to be released out for anyone to see. 

This had went on through the years, her deceiving charms becoming her main weapon to steal from unsuspecting raiders —after she had gotten used to their behavior and could trick them to not shoot at her. Eventually, the most normal occurrence seemed to be stumbling on the newer recruits of the raiders to swindle, stealing their money and valuables to sell.

Those years of experiences is what had paid off when she met Luffy that very first time in Orange Town, the idiot so unaware of what people could do to those who were too naïve. Nami used him like a puppet to gather up Buggy’s recent escapade of cash and stash, but had felt horrible when it seemed the guy was going to be killed, and that was another first time for her. Quickly, her fingers had already reached out to stop the refashioned canon from shooting at Luffy locked up in a cage. 

He seemed to make his mind up about Nami in that moment as well as the rest of Buggy’s men who were racing onto her form, ready to slash and make her one with the wasteland. 

Yet, that death never came back then. 

And that was how Nami met Zoro the first time, her back to him, clutching onto a lit string, and him with all of his swords out to stop the fighters in their tracks. 

That one moment in time seemed to set off a chain reaction. Zoro was constantly the one saving Nami from danger during their travels together, always seeming to run his lost feet right to where she was in need of help.

Robin passed on a comment to her about the action when he still seemed to find himself saving her randomly after all of them reunited. “If Zoro has no sense of direction, possibly it means his internal compass is set wrong. And I believe that internal compass is set to find you when you’re in danger, hm? It’s only a small theory, but one that holds merit with the actions he has presented.” The small chuckle Robin had hid after walking away from Nami and leaving the girl with just that, still echoed her mind.

All along through the years of being with the Strawhats, there did seem to be something odd about how often Nami and Zoro seemed to be thrown together when the two had clearly been offsets to one another, ideologies varying drastically and causing constant arguments between the two. The fighting between them had begun to die down some when they all came back together after two years. 

Whether it was because of herself or Zoro, she had never picked up on. The swordsman didn’t even seem to end up around her much at first, but when they were together he had seemed so... calm. Zoro had a different air around him, everyone did, and the way Zoro seemed to change had put him at ease about what his true mission was now with being a part of the crew. 

Protector. Zoro decided during the time apart that he was and had to be the one who was the full protector of the crew, of Luffy’s dream, and carry the burden of keeping everyone alive. The idiot became ready to throw his life down just to keep the others safe.

Nami had been pissed off by it.

A protector in her mind would never let themselves die so easily, never give up on their own dream like that, wouldn’t throw everything away in a blink of an eye.

But, that was exactly what Bellemere had done for her and Nojiko.

When she realized how much Zoro was becoming like Bellemere in that sense, she avoided him and kept distance between the two. Frightened. She had been frightened imagining the crew going through a death like that, Zoro’s death. And it was the pain she imaged Luffy had felt after their initial break apart when Ace died.

Losing Zoro would be hard, as a close friend and even worse on the dynamics of all the Strawhats. It was her realization of this that had brought on their first fight since everyone got back together.

During one of his nightly workouts while on watch, Nami had stormed Zoro and began questioning him about if he planned to roll over and die. 

To say the least, he was stunned at Nami for it, and he lashed back with his own yelling. Damn if it woke anyone up on the ship, the woman was talking mad.

Zoro would yell about how it was impossible for him to die so soon and he wasn’t giving up on his life that easily and Nami would yell back with how he had changed his philosophy, that she wondered if he truly wanted to be the greatest swordsman throughout the wasteland still. The moment she had brought his dream into question, he cuffed her wrists above her head and pushed her body up the wall, leaving her feet dangling off the floor. 

 Before, she had been frightened about his death, but this was the first time she was actually scared of Zoro’s actions. Her breathe had been caught in her throat and leaving her speechless as Zoro closed in around her, caging Nami upon the wall with a deadly look in his eye. The look that most experienced just moments away from him bringing great pain into the life of his enemies.

“I don’t question you about your dream, why question me about mine? You don’t know a damn thing about me right now through that clouded gaze of yours. Die? I’m not planning to go anywhere, so get used to it, witch.”

If anyone were to ask her about it, Nami would deny the fact that there had been a small heat that swallowed her insides when Zoro hung her out to dry then.

He seemed to gather some wits about the predicament he had placed both of them into, releasing Nami to stand back on her feet and turning away again to his weights. 

Zoro had promptly ignored her for the rest of the night, even as she burnt holes into his back until the wee hours of the morning.

*****

Winter was always harsh back home, even before Bellemere had been murdered. The income for the family would dry up as the mikan trees couldn’t bear fruit during the cold season and had to be watched over carefully. That also meant the family dinners would be kept small and that Christmas presents for little Nami and Nojiko would be drastically different compared to the kids of the rest of the villagers living in the town.

Nami was always rougher during winter, making a comment every single day about how Bellemere had to be upset about raising them and them eating up all of her money and time. Bellemere simply ignored it though, until spring would finally break the clouds above and Nami would drop the subject of money from her mind.

She couldn’t be upset about the traditions that Nami held for winter, just as Nojiko became more clingy and stuck to Bellemere’s side when winter rolled around. 

There were many traditions that the little family held together with their heartstrings on the line. Like how Nami and Nojiko would bake a tiny cake that would cut into four adequate pieces, how Bellemere would bake up the pretty ham Genzo brought over, how the four of them gathered together in a pray that Genzo asked of them to do around the food before eating. 

Four people just enjoying being together for another year, smiling and laughing for the whole day without any issues. Christmas was the one day that fighting wasn’t allowed, the day was to be sweet and jovial with nothing weighing down on the bright mood. 

But, the good times had came to an end after Arlong showed up.

Many people throughout Cocoyashi had stopped celebrating any holiday all together, in favor of saving up that bit of extra money to pay for their keep the next time Arlong’s goonies came to collect. Genzo would rest a slice of ham and pour a bottle of booze over Bellemere’s grave. Nojiko would spend time out with the mikan trees and would take the very last one of the year to Bellemere’s grave, returning on Christmas day and talking with her through the night about Nami. 

And Nami would stay away from home until only a few days were left of the year. There was a guilt that Nami carried for giving herself up to Arlong that she couldn’t shake off and she never wanted to disrupt a nice day for Bellemere, so she waited for the holiday to pass before making her own visit with a bouquet of flowers.

Each time she wanted to cry out, bawl until the ground became so wet it would sink beneath her and swallow her whole with the grass and mud and dirt, bringing Nami to be one with Bellemere’s body beneath. 

But she wouldn’t let those tears fall down, she would recap the bottle on her heart even tighter and chug down bottles of whiskey and vodka until her throat burned too much and passed out. Maybe, it was because of Christmas that Nami had developed her tolerance over time, each year drinking more and more and  pushing out how long it would take to reach the tipping point.

Things became different around Christmas after joining up with Luffy and Zoro in Orange Town.

As the crew built up more and more, the holiday came around just before they had reached Sabaody Archipelago the first time, and they had stopped for a few days to celebrate together.

It was a weird time for all of them. The only ones who was close to having a proper Christmas in the past years was Chopper and Franky, Chopper because of him living in the cold climate that was constantly set in Christmassy time and Franky because of how his “family” would booze it up and gamble money off together on the holiday.

Nami knew that Robin hadn’t celebrated the holiday in her life nor had Zoro either, Sanji didn’t count into having celebrated since the Baratie only had special Christmas dinners for customers and not actually anything for themselves. Usopp didn’t get to celebrate as a kid with his mom sick and nobody wanted him around during their Christmas dinner because of his lies, which would leave him all alone. Luffy had actually never told them if he had celebrated before and Brook was so old that he forgotten about the last time he had a Christmas, so it was a restart for him.

The whole thing went well though, super in fact, as Franky liked to put it. 

 Sanji cooked a feast after him, Zoro, and Luffy had a hunting contest. Franky couldn’t find any lights, but cut a tree down for them to settle around. Nami, Robin, and Chopper would work on cutting up fabric to hang around the place they were hunkered in to make the scene just a bit more festive. Usopp had been the one to tell all the jokes and stories that gave everyone hearty laughs and looks of disbelief as they ate and drank. Brook would be playing Christmas tunes on his violin through the nights, whisking them to sleep with the beautiful melodies.

That was their first time celebrating Christmas all together and after being apart two years, when Christmas rolled back around, they did it again. This time more people were celebrating with them, Jinbe, Law, people that Luffy had dragged into his life deciding that from this time onward, they were his friends whether they liked it or not.

Those traditions built of being together as a family of friends were beautiful and she would look forward to when the time would come and she would be able to get actual gifts together for all of them.

*****

A cool, wetness dragged across the skin of her cheek, the dishrag scratching at the blood splatters covering her face. Another one was wiping away at the blood all over her hands, gently tugging between fingers and nails to remove the evidence of the crimes that just happened.

Zoro’s bracelet was still on her wrist, the gold tainted by brahmin blood that had collected inside of the gold plates that hung from it. 

Nami’s eyes were out of focus, a blur of frames moving at turtle speed, unable to look at the two men cleaning her. But she didn’t need to see properly to know the horrifying sight laying out before her on the highway. 

Like cattle to the slaughter, they had been leaving Sabaody when hell broke loose, a rainfall of bullets scattered down, two dozen gunners giving their hiding places up. There was screams that came from a few of them about how Nami and the settlers had killed their friends so now it was time for revenge.

Nami had ducked away behind a car, a bullet hitting straight into her left shoulder and as she hit the deck, she realized there was a sliced up body impaled on metal poles along this stretch of highway. 

The settler she had sent back first had his body torn apart, limb for limb, with each one stabbed through with the metal poles. His torso had a metal chain shoved through it and tied to the poles with his arms, lifting it up for crows and bloodbugs to get their pickings in. The most disgusting part was the short metal pipe shoved into a right angle down what was left of his throat and his head had been decapitated to screw the settler’s head onto the pipe and making the pipe poke out of his right eye, mouth left open in a scream, and Nami wondered how much of the torture he was alive for.

Just from the sight of him, it was clear that there was no hope left for them.

One by one, the three settlers left succumbed to the bullets, unable to get away in time, and the screams of pain would probably haunt Nami’s nightmares for years to come. The poor brahmin came to run and hide with Nami, but it was brought to the ground when her back right leg was shot off and the brahmin fell with moos and groans of agony.

It was a pitiful sight and made her heart ache as hot tears slid down her jaw. She kicked herself up, bringing out a boot knife to stab into both of the skulls of the brahmin, giving the girl the peace she deserved, the noises silencing and chest growing still. The oozing blood from the brahmin sliding around on her hands when she shut the eyes of the animal.

A swarm of four gunners were suddenly on Nami’s body, guns beating into her flesh, and preventing her from doing anything to get out of their grip. She felt one of the male gunners swipe his hand over the front of Zoro’s jacket that was zipped to the top, his hand close to grabbing a full feel of her breast.

When a slash of a sword cut him in half, body sliding off of itself and spurting blood all over her body, and it was going to be over quickly now, she had decided.

Luffy was running headfirst at the rest of the gunners on the highway, she could hear the screams from them, the impact of the blows suffered by Luffy’s strength, and the flops to the ground in their death.

Before her was Zoro, a wicked glint to his eye, slashing away over and over and over again at the gunners that had surrounded her. Nami watched as his focus shifted to be on the one who had planned to assault her, puke rising and burning her throat as she watched him chop the gunner into pieces.

And into more pieces. Blood pouring out over the concrete, running over her shoes, splashing on her face and body.

Nami remembered that stare, from that night on his watch when she had set him ablaze with anger. Blood was everywhere. Everywhere.

The more the two went at it with their brutal strength, Nami retreated into herself, shaking uncontrollably and losing sense of what was going on around her. She didn’t want to see them like this, it wasn’t the matter of being scared, but seeing what Luffy and Zoro were capable of reminded her of rougher days in her early life.

Every time Zoro went for such a grotesque kill, she had the image in her mind of seeing the smoking gun in Arlong’s hand. The way Bellemere’s body caved in on itself, shoes flying in the air, the black ring of hole left in her forehead and more smoke pouring out. Bellemere’s blood had ended up on her face in that moment, as well as on Nojiko. 

Just like now. The blood from each cut and stab Zoro produced was in close proximity to her, painting her. It was too much for her senses to handle and her eyes slid shut, hiding away from the massacre.

Luffy and Zoro would always be a deadly pair together. More so than Sanji could ever hope to achieve by teaming up with the two because Sanji had his limits to how far he would go while Luffy and Zoro didn’t. This was especially true in the case of something involving all of their friends, but the two had also made it clear that they wouldn’t take anything happening to Nami and would act like this.

Right now, Usopp was properly working with Franky with what could be spared to decorated until the new materials got back to the settlement. Robin and Chopper would be preparing gift ideas for the boys who would have no clue about what to get. Sanji would be placing in orders for different ingredients and checking stock for the dinner. Brook would be cleaning and tuning instruments, deciding the order of the classic songs and writing his own. Jinbe would be picking up the slack that anyone needed and making sure people were getting done what needed to be. Law was probably trying to figure out a way to run and how long he might be able to hide out before Luffy found him.

Some time passed ever so slowly. Nami pushed out the noise of gushing blood and gurgles of pleading by placing her mind somewhere else.

A week and half would be Christmas, by this much time having passed, the tradition during this time was to be preparing for the Strawhats Christmas celebration. 

“People should stick to their traditions.” Luffy was the one to be dead-set in making Christmas happen every year. It wasn’t like this world really called for the holiday, the world was too destroyed for the majority to have the time to think on the holidays. 

Luffy was the one wiping the blood from her hands. A weird sight to see him so calm, but it was soothing to know the captain cared to be careful of the discomfort that radiated from Nami’s body.

Zoro cupped her chin with one hand and the other was cleaning the blood away from her face. She wondered if he realized the effect his skills had on her and not the good effect. Well, it was good to know he could keep her safe, yet there was a fear of what the man held inside.

He probably contained his own anger at times, like Nami did as a kid, and that anger led to who he became today. When Nami went the cunning route to counter what happened in her life, Zoro had built up a steady resistance in him and strength to demolish whatever stepped in his path again.

The two of them, Luffy and Zoro, they were made for this world, created for this wasteland. The two could survive without issue, it wasn’t the same as to how Nami’s main way to protect herself was by tricking the enemies or standing beside people for safety, rarely she could survive by her own hands, though during their past travels she had been better at it than now.

This was the wasteland.

A brutal and bloody mess, normal humans sent into a world of monsters and having to become monsters themselves to survive. The raiders were drove to drugs and insanity. Gunners fighting for the hell of it and for the money. Super mutants had been normal humans, subjected to experiments to make them into the monsters they were. The brahmin and radstag were normal animals in a lost world, now they were their own monsters by being mashed with one of their own breed, two cows and two deers forced into twins. The ghouls were normal people as well, the radiation seeping into their bodies so much that their skin was now papier-mache and slowly rotting their brains. Domesticated robots having codes changed to murder on sight, new robots created as pure killing machines. Synths would be used to kidnap the normal humans and replace them, driving fear into every single person that no one could truly be trusted. 

Just as Luffy had created traditions that they would all follow at their home, the wasteland had its own traditions.

If you can’t kill, you get killed.

Lately, Nami had been spending time out and about, but it had been nearly a year since the last time she went out before getting the feral ghoul blood with Zoro. She had grown so used to the setting of being inside walls and being away from reality. 

The life being built was worth the payoff, but it was destructive for her wellbeing.

“Nami,” Zoro’s lips were pressing at the skin behind her ear, Luffy had clasped their fingers together and circled her legs. “Where are you?” She turned into Zoro’s warmth and felt her eyes shaking.

The promise to Bellemere was that she wouldn’t cry. Nami broke that when she asked the first time for help against Arlong. A high rule for herself was broken because of the trust she had gained in all of her friends.

“Why are you here?” She bit the tears down, she did trust them, but now wasn’t the time to reveal all of the trouble inside.

“Mm, materials for Franky, lots of money, stories to look into...” She needed to hurry up and move on, get the bag of materials for Franky down from what was left of the settlers torso and go forward, not backwards. She needed to be away from her own head.

“It doesn’t matter,” Luffy said, catching onto Nami’s eyes and holding her gaze, “Did the trade go well?” Distraction, don’t think about this if it’s taking a toll on you, gather yourself.

Zoro tore away her hand from Luffy, lifting it to see the cleaned bracelet jingle against her wrist. “It looks better than I thought it would.” A smile stretched on his lips, pressing them into the skin just beneath her palm with a hum. “Your heartbeat is starting to even out, that’s good. You don’t have to be scared.”

He knew, of course he knew. The swordsman could always read her at nearly any given moment, only missing at certain times, that was part of the dynamic that Usopp would never understand. 

If she had half a mind of her normal senses right now, Nami would say that the two had been following along around her or ahead of her for a reason. The fact that Shakky said they went to the bar and the fact that they had been here to save her now.

Everything was everywhere in her mind, lost in a state of confusion she still couldn’t break.

Why had she been thinking so much about the past? Why did she have such bad luck to get the people she was supposed to protector murdered instead? Why, why, why?

Nami was spinning, she wasn’t sure if her body was even actually moving, she could barely make out Zoro saying something about her heartbeat, her pumping blood.

White. The sky was white, all the blue drained away and the sun hidden deep in the clouds. Snow was trickling down in shimmers, slow and unsure of the places that they wanted to stick to.

Nami’s breathing had increased, she had to be hyperventilating, her mind numbly noting the change.

Both Zoro and Luffy’s faces flooded her sight, their mouths were moving, but she didn’t hear a word. Then her eyelids slid closed and she felt the darkness flood her.

[sharkboygirlish]

Chapter One

There must be something there that wasn’t there before.

‘It felt like she was dreaming.

For the last eight years she’d been living in sheer hell. Hope was a foreign concept when hers had been gunned down right in front of her eyes. At ten years old she was forced to grow up and take on the role of protector that Bellemere had previously played. Freedom became a legend she could no longer afford believe in.

Still, Arlong would offer it to her; keeping it just barely out of her reach so she’d obey his every order. If she drew enough charts, if she saved enough money -she could save her village. There was only a slim chance that she’d be successful and it would take a long time - but she didn’t care. She would do it. She had to, or else her mother would have died for nothing. 

Her future looked bleak, with only the tiniest pinprick of light shone at the end of the tunnel. Then... A teenager with devil fruit powers quite literally fell into her life bringing with him an explosion as bright as the birth of a star and suddenly - she was free. For the first time ever, somebody had showed up to defend her; to slay the monsters she never could.’

Nami sighed quietly, leaning one of her shoulders against the alley wall, observing the party her villagers had thrown to celebrate. The last time they’d felt joy like this she had only been as tall as Genzo’s knee, and their family was still whole. It felt indescribably wonderful to know that she would never have to worry about her home again. The Arlong pirates had been defeated and the prison she lived in destroyed. ‘She was safe now.’

Her gaze swept along the crowded street from face to smiling face until they landed on Luffy.

‘Luffy.’

Her heart surged into her throat like it did when she thought about Bellemere. How could she ever hope to express to him how grateful she was for what he did? ‘He would probably say, just buy me lots of meat.’ 

Nami’s lips quirked into half a grin. Luffy was so noble, and brave - and yet at the same time he was the goofiest human being she’d ever met. He made her smile. He’d protected her when she thought that the only person capable of that had been killed a long time ago. She didn’t have to fight alone; she’d never have to fight alone again so long as she had her friends.

‘Her friends… She had friends now.’

The navigator searched for them. She spotted Usopp standing on top of one of the tables near Luffy with his hands on his hips. He seemed to be spinning one of his less than truthful tales to entertain anyone who would listen. 

She found Sanji a little way further doting on Nojiko who looked amused. Her head shook side to side but she was grinning to herself.‘So typical of them.’  

Continuing her search, as there was one more crew member that she hadn’t seen since the battle, she frowned when she couldn’t find Zoro. ‘Maybe he was still being treated… He had been injured pretty horribly before he even got to Cocoyashi-“ 

Nami winced when the memory of her socking him in the gut and stomping on his chest flashed through her head. The look on his face, and his labored coughing as he doubled over... He must have been in an unimaginable amount of pain. ‘But that hadn’t stopped him from fighting with every last ounce of his strength to save them. To save her.’ 

She should apologize…

The navigator went to snag a bottle of sake from one of the tables laden with food and drink, then made her way towards Dr. Nako’s infirmary. The doctor probably didn’t want him drinking but it would make the swordsman happy – and she loved to see him smile.

                                            ***

Zoro was resting his eyes when he heard the clinic door open, but paid it no mind since he assumed the old man had come back to check on him. He listened to the footsteps as they crossed the room, but they were a lot lighter than the doctors. Click-clack, click clack, click clack.

‘They sort of sounded like heeled sandals.‘

“Zoro? Are you awake?”

‘Oh. It was Nami.’

His stomach did a little backflip, and his heart thundered just a bit faster. But he couldn’t let her know the effect she had on him or else she’d use him like that stupid cook. He pretended to be sleeping deeply but she didn’t leave. ‘Maybe he should say something mean to make her go away-‘

“I brought you a present.”

Now he was interested. Zoro cracked one eye open to see what she had for him and then grinned stupidly. “Sake!”

“I knew you were faking it,” she wrinkled her nose, lowering herself beside him on the mattress as he sat up to take the bottle from her. Almost instantaneously he cracked it open and gulped a couple mouthfuls down. “Jeez, would you have acknowledged me if I hadn’t brought you booze? You damn alcoholic.”

He narrowed his eyes at her because she better not have only come here to pick a fight with him – sake or not. “Don’t you try and guilt trip me, woman- hey!” Zoro yelped when Nami pinched his cheek, though it didn’t really hurt. He grabbed her hand and yanked it away from his face. ‘Knock it off.”

“I was only teasing you, dummy.” Her eyes shifted to his bare chest and traced their way down the length of the freshly stitched wound that crossed his entire torso. She still couldn’t believe he’d fought so valiantly in this condition. Sometimes the intensity of his ambition and determination were almost frightening.

“Do I need to put a shirt on, Nami? You look like you’re getting distracted.”

The smirk that dressed his face was so arrogant that she wanted to pinch him again but when she went to move her hand – he was still holding onto it, ‘Why did that make her feel like there were butterflies fluttering around inside of her?’ Nami turned her head to the other side as her face flushed with heat, hoping some of her hair would hide it.

Zoro gave her a quizzical look before he noticed his grip on her fingers. ‘Oh, shit. He was such a fucking idiot.’ Clearing his throat and bringing the bottle to his lips, Zoro let go of them hastily. ‘Just pretend it didn’t happen,’

“So… Why’d you come all the way over here to give me this, anyway?” He asked to change the subject, leaning towards the side table and setting the sake onto it.

Nami clasped her hands together in her lap, not yet turning her head because it felt like her face was getting hotter. “Well… Um. Actually…” she peeked at him, and he had one eyebrow cocked, “I came to say I’m sorry.”

“…..Sorry for what?”

‘Was he being serious?’ Nami finally looked at him and his expression was still stumped. “For punching you! And…” Her head bowed in shame, shoulders rounding as she went on, “And stomping on you, while you had an injury like this,” a deep frown began to settle into her mouth and forehead, “I should have known better, I should have guessed that you were injured pretty badly-”

“Nami.”

“-you were covered in bandages, after all, but I was so worried that they’d kill you if they thought we were friends-“

“Nami.”

“-so I hurt you to make it seem like I didn’t care about you, but I shouldn’t have hit you so hard, maybe if I’d been gentler you wouldn’t have been in so much pain-“

“Nami.” Zoro cut her off firmly and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her in a delicate manner and pulling her towards him. She finally lifted her head back up and looked him in the eyes, but hers were welled with tears that she was trying desperately not to shed. A sharp pang stabbed all the way through his heart. ‘Was she really crying because she felt so bad about hurting him? Did… She care about him that much?’

“It’s fine,” he murmured, sliding his hands down to her triceps and squeezing them tenderly as if to reassure her, “I’m fine, okay?”

Nami didn’t believe him for one second, but she didn’t have the energy to argue. Especially not when he was gazing at her with so much genuine concern written into his brow line. It surprised her. ‘Did he care about her so much that he was lying about the pain to ease her guilt?’

A tidal wave of intense affection crashed over her entire being. “Oh, Zoro-“ she cried out and tossed both of her arms around his neck, hugging him as tightly as she possibly could. Her chin found a perch on his shoulder. Tears squeezed out of her blinking eyes to clear her vision and dripped down her cheeks onto his skin.

Zoro sat there, frozen, having not at all expected her to do something like this. When she didn’t let go of him - he curved his arms around her waist, pressing one of his palms against her upper back. His head bowed slightly. and he leaned the side of his face on her hair, eyelids slipping closed. He wasn’t very good at comforting people with words, but he knew how to be a warm shoulder to cry on thanks to Luffy and his occasional night terrors.

For a few minutes no one said anything… They just held each other. Until Nami whispered something in a voice so quiet that he almost didn’t hear her. Almost.

“You’re my hero.”

His heart started to beat unevenly and his stomach did a double backflip. ‘Why was he so nervous all of a sudden?’

“…Nami,” she started to pull away from him but stayed close enough to rest her elbows on his trapezius muscles. His fingers splayed between her shoulder blades and pressed into her shirt. For some reason his voice rumbled like thunder when he spoke, “I’m not a hero...”

“You are to me.”

“……” The way she was looking at him stirred up far too many feelings for him to account for. Zoro’s gaze flickered down to her mouth then back to her eyes. ‘She was such a beautiful person. Not just her face, but the content of her character. Her soul. Kuina had been beautiful like that, too.’ 

Even though he knew he probably should, he didn’t want to let go of her. A burning flood of passion captivated him with the urge to kiss her. ‘Wait - kiss her?’ His heart jumped into his throat. ‘What?? Had he turned into the damn cook?!’

She was sitting so close to him, closer than she’d ever been in the past. He could count each of her freckles and draw constellations on them. If he tilted his head down, they’d knock foreheads. And she smelled so sweet… ‘Like freshly peeled tangerines.’

Nami watched his expression shifting steadily from one emotion to the next. ‘What was he thinking? Why hadn’t he pushed her away yet?’ Not that she wanted him to. Quite the opposite, actually. Her gaze darted to his lips when he wet them, then moved back up to find his eyes half-lidded. He unconsciously bumped the end of his nose against hers.

“Nami, I…”

Was... He going to kiss her?

“I..”

It certainly seemed like he wanted to. ‘Did she want him to?’ Nami shivered but not because she was cold. She’d never thought about kissing Zoro prior to this moment but now that she was… ‘She kind of wanted to kiss him, too. She kind of wanted to kiss him a lot.’ All he had to do was lift his chin a few more centimeters. 

He closed his eyes and started to, slowly...

WHAM! The clinic doors burst open followed by a shouting voice they both recognized.

“ZOOOOOOOROOOOOOO!”

Nami shoved herself off of her crew mate and the mattress at the same time that he practically ripped his arms from her torso. She took a step back just as their captain came bounding in holding a large plate piled with food.

“Oh hi Nami, why’re you here?” Luffy noticed her standing somewhat awkwardly beside the bed but his gaze shifted to Zoro and he forgot all about it. “Oh yeah, look Zoro!” He beamed at his first mate, scrunching both of his eyes closed and holding the plate up, “I brought you meat.”

The navigator chose this moment to slip away. Her heart was beating so fast that it felt like a hummingbird was trapped in her rib cage. ‘What had just happened! Well - what had just nearly happened?! Were they about to kiss?? If Luffy hadn’t run in, would Zoro have kissed her?!’ It had happened so slowly yet so quickly at the same time.

‘But they were just friends… Right?’

Question after question danced through her head until she shook it violently to clear it. She told herself that it must have been the sake that made Zoro act the way he did, because they were just friends. If he had another chance to kiss her she was certain he wouldn’t take it.

‘And yet… A small part of her wanted to give it to him anyway.’

                                                                          ***

Zoro had trouble settling down after Luffy left him to find more food(he’d eaten almost everything that he originally brought for his first mate.) He just... Couldn’t stop thinking about Nami - about what he’d almost done. ‘What the fuck had come over him? He’d never wanted to kiss her before tonight, so where the hell did he even get that idea from?’

“I’m drunk,” the swordsman said out loud to the empty building, like he was trying to convince himself, even though he knew it took at least two bottles to get him tipsy – and he’d barely drunk half of the first one. “I’m drunk,” he repeated, glaring at the foot of his bed where Luffy had left the mostly empty plate. All that was left were a few tangerines. 

‘He and Nami were friends.’ 

Zoro picked one up and held it in front of him, expression unreadable.

‘What had happened tonight was a fluke, and there was no way it would ever happen again.’

With only a few rays of moonlight seeping through the curtains above his head, he could just make out the normally much brighter orange sheen of the fruit’s skin.

‘They were just friends. But… Was that all he honestly wanted them to be?’