#if Zoro drove

[where-is-zoro-one-piece]

may i request zoro at a car dealership?

Today Zoro is: considering a BMW!

[sillypiratelife]

When Sanji sacrifices himself he's aware of what he's doing. He knows exactly what is at stake and how much he's given and why his act is bad to others or himself, why it must be done either way. From what I see, it's a reflection of his self-esteem and his desire to put others first, it's guilt and it's self-punishment and he knows, okay?

When Zoro sacrifices himself he's insane, batshit crazy. He doesn't want to die per se, he doesn't hate himself and doesn't do it out of punishment. His dreams are bigger than his life, they are more valuable, so he's never afraid to put his life at risk when it comes to fulfilling what he thinks his duty is. You could say it's his honor or his code of life— Zoro can survive the deadliest wounds, the worst circumstances, 'cause he doesn't seek death, it's just that he won't avoid it either.

I love that contrast and how clear it is during the encounter of Zoro and Mihawk in Baratie.

[mikumikugerms]

almost forgot to post this one, here's a zoro i drew a little while ago

[ancientrimer]

they sexified shanks’s whole polycule in opla except for benn beckman, who got nerfed because he would’ve been too cool and interesting if they sexified him too

[roronoaswifey]

thinking about zoro fucking you in a full nelson hold.

he fucks you relentlessly, brutally and mean, tip of his girthy cock ramming into your cervix with precision, each stroke driving your brain to mush. arms and leg bind together, you’re left open and helpless, and left no choice but to sit and take as he fucks into you with everything he has.

it’s so unintentional too; you’d started off riding him in reverse cowgirl, arms reaching back to rest as support on his toned torso, bouncing up and down on inches of dick, desperate to chase that orgasmic feeling you craved so bad. your pussy drove him to madness— the silky feel of your gummy walls tightening on his dick, gushing with wetness and rubbing up and down on his achingly hard cock, the friction resulting in creaming all over, a ring of pearly white nut encircling the base of his dick. the sounds were downright pornographic, your sticky ass clapping back on his firm thighs, and gods, zoro had to fight with every willpower stored in him to keep his damn eye open. though, he knows what his baby wants, and even if you hadn’t exactly said it (instead approaching with “hnng—daddy please!”), the desperation in your voice, the kegel in your riding, the tightening in his gut at when you fucking called him daddy and begged for him to help you sent him over the edge.

in the blink of an eye, you found your hands that once held onto a flat surface of stomach were now holding onto bulging forearms, same forearms that managed to pin your knees to your damn ears. planting his heels to the mattress of the bed, his hips snap up and lord, this new position hits an entirely deeper spot that had your glossy eyes crossing.

“fuckin’ hell, mama,” he groans, and you’re utterly helpless in his hold, your eyes dazed and rolling to the back of your head. your limbs fall limp and you feel heat spreading from your toes all the way till the top of your head. he’s fucking raw and rough, and with no choice but to lean your weight on him, you let him use you.

“s’goo— hnngg, fuuuuckkk” you babble, unable to concentrate on anything else other than the way your cervix gets abused by the tip of his girthy cock. you feel drool pool to the corner of your lips, your jaw slackened and sweat sticky between your back and his rugged chest.

“yeah?” he chuckles breathily, and though you can’t see his face, you can’t imagine anything else other than a smug look decorating his expressions. “see how greedy yer pussy’s taking my cock? clenching so damn hard,” he pants, hips snapping and the echoes of your ass clapping on his thighs mixed with your wet cunt is downright sinful, “jesus baby, y’must love it when i fuck you like this, huh?”

you nod, words stuck in the back of your throat and instead moaning pathetically. he’s taken the ability to comprehend any question he asks you, and has you completely turned on around the idea of him using his strength against you.

“words, princess,” his warm breath fans your neck, grumbles deep from his chest and you feel shivers crawl up your spine.

“y-yes— yesyesyesyes!” you whine, the words of approval falling past your lips and into the room.

“gonna fuck you full,” he groans shamelessly, feeling arousal creep up to his gut quicker than he would like to admit. you were clenching so hard and he knew he was bound to finish soon. “full of my cum, leave you oozin’ and fuck it right back into your pretty pussy. sounds good?”

“please zee,” you begged, toes curling and the familiar sensation of an orgasm washing over. you clit aches and you spray your liquids all over the sheets, down your and zoro’s thighs. “puh— please! want it—need it bad!”

“good. fuckin’. girl.” he fucks to each word before spilling hot cum into your spasming pussy. true to his word, his nut paints your walls white and you feel so full, a mini bulge forming right above your pussy due to his cock and semen filling up the tiny space. you shudder, tongue lolled as he drags your orgasm even further while chasing his own.

“fuuckkk, that’s it,” he groans, his pace slowing down as his high finally comes down. feeling sated enough, he slowly releases your limbs and you fall flat onto his chest, body weight suddenly so heavy as you twitch from the overstimulation.

with a huge ego boost, zoro chuckles, now gently wrapping your slump body with his bulky muscles. “still here wimme?” he asks you, pushing a lock of hair away from your tear streaked face. you nod sleepily, too exhausted to formulate words and he kisses your temple tenderly in understanding.

“didn’t realize you loved being used like a toy so much.” zoro teases and you tilt your head just a bit to frown at him.

“as if y’r any better..” your words come out slurred through your pout and he can’t help but release a hearty laugh at your willingness to bite back despite fatigue.

“ah, fair enough.”

;-; don’t look at me.

[alotofrandomfangirling]

Dating Roronoa Zoro would include (liveaction!Zoro x female!reader headcanons)

Tw: slight cursing, a bit suggestive towards the end, mentions of sword fighting

A/n: okay so i decided to give it a try myself lol this is completely based off the live action (i haven't watched the anime nor read the manga). I hope you like it, i'm so in love with our green haired baby 🥰 also forgive me for any mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻

• First things first,we gotta make it clear: Zoro acts tough and all but deep down he is a big softie akslajskak

• The thing is, because of his past, he isn't very used to being treated kindly

• So when he found you it was like his world completely changed

• He cherished every little act of care you did for him

• He loooved when you ran your fingers through his hair

• He would close his eyes and enjoy it with a small smile on his lips

• Or when you caressed the back of his neck when you kissed him

• It drove him crazyyy

• He loved these little delicate touches that made his heart do a backflip

• And how about when you grabbed his face, looked deep into his eyes and kissed the tip of his nose?

• Boy would blush like hell

• "You're so cute when you blush" - you'd tease him with another kiss on the cheek

• "No, i'm not" - he said frowning and trying to brush that off, which only made you giggle and kiss him again

• You would always make sure to let him know how much you loved him

• And even though he wasn't the best in expressing his feelings, you could feel how grateful he was for that

• He would always look at you with the most passionate eyes and that's when you knew he loved you just as much

• And he would show it too

• Hell he would do anything for you

• Once he made Sanji prepare a whole feast for you (with him helping ajdkajskaj) because you accidentally let slip you missed food from home

• Or that time he secretly bought you a cute bracelet he saw you staring at when you stopped by at a village

• That's how much he loved you and wanted to make you happy

• And the straw hats would always tease you guys about it

• Except poor Luffy who didn't understand anything that was going on lol

• But he saw how happy you both were and, if his crew was happy, he was happy too

• Now Zoro wasn't much of PDA

• But he made sure to show everyone you belonged to each other

• He would usually put his arm around your waist or around your shoulders

• (When he did the latter one, you liked to intertwine your fingers with his which he thought was super cute ajskajskja)

• You on the other hand liked to hook your arm with his when he had his hand in his pocket

• Let's be honest you loved feeling the strong muscles of his arms

• Yeah, his physique was something you admired a lot

• You loved to watch him practice his sword fighting

• The way his strong arms moved

• That pretty face he did when he was concentrated

• The way his fingers moved on the sword

• Him all sweaty...

• okay let's stop over there

• He noticed you watching and one day he had a brilliant idea (or so he thought)

• You were a very skilled fighter, but you had never tried fighting with a weapon

• So he decided to teach you how to fight with his swords

• Ngl it was tough

• But you were very decided to try your best

• But actually the best part turned out to be being extra close to him

• "Hey, you have to position your arms like this" - he said as he gently lift your arms with a touch so soft it gave you butterflies

• He stood behind you as he helped you correctly hold the sword, putting his hands in yours (yeah like a big cliche move lol)

• He was so close you could feel his breath on the back of your neck

• Which only made you even more distracted and had you get the move wrong again

• "Zoro, love, let's be honest, i can't do it. You are the greatest swordsman i know and i'll never be any close to that, so let's just give up" - you said, frustrated

• "What? No. (Y/N), you are the most determined and dedicated person i've ever known and i'm sure you can do anything you want" - he said, holding your hand and looking at you lovingly - "just... try it one more time. For me?" - he said with puppy eyes and you couldn't say no to the man you loved so much

• You grabbed the sword again and to your surprised you nailed the movement

• "I did it! Oh my gosh, Zoro, i did it!" - you said smiling from ear to ear

• He was as surprised and happy as you, with that pretty smile he didn't show often but that you loved so much

• He grabbed you and spun you around as you both laughed

• "I knew you could do it" - he said as he put you on the ground again - "i'm so proud of my girl" - he kissed your cheek

• And now it was your time to blush as he ruffled your hair

• (Needless to say, Usopp and Sanji were watching the whole thing and started making fun of you two, which only made you blush even harder lmaooo)

• Okay so we all know and love his deep voice, right?

• Now imagine his morning voice 💀

• After spending a ahem very good night together you'd wake up next to each other in the morning

• "Morning, Zoro" - you'd say still sleepy

• "Morning, babe. D'you sleep well?" - he asked in that deep, raspy voice that gave you all the butterflies

• Damnnnn

• You'd get weak in the knees all over again lmao

• And that could lead to something else 👀

• But that's a whole another story ajdkajskaj

• And speaking of his voice

• He wasn't much of talking, but he slowly started opening up to you

• Sharing his thoughts, fears and stories from his past

• You saw through him and broke down his walls, so he felt 100% comfortable around you

• You'd lay down together and talk about everything

• That was such a special and intimate moment for you

• You loved being there with him, taking in his scent and listening to his voice while he traced circles down your back

• He would tell you stories about Kuina and the promise he made

• You swear you had never seen him that vulnerable

• But you were glad he felt safe enough to share that with you

• In the end you just hugged and reassured him

• "I know you will keep your promise, and i'll be here supporting you until the end" - you said, gently cupping his cheek

• "Thank you, (Y/N)" - he said softly, and you could see the warmth in his eyes - "now i have another reason to believe i can make it"

• "What is it?" - you asked, a bit confused

• "Having you by my side" - he said in his low voice, laying down and closing his eyes

• Your heart fluttered at that 😭

• "It's my pleasure, Roronoa Zoro" - you said smiling and cuddling him as you both fell asleep <3

[xlpoww]

Jealousy, Jealousy

i really loved how bad for business turned out, and it seems you all did too!! so here's a continuation of the bfb universe/storyline :) it's not exactly a part two

warnings! jealousy (sanji's)

word count: 1,720

opla! sanji x f! reader

i actually took the time to reference back to this scene in the live action to make sure i got their orders right :) !! also hi i am alive !!! i just got busy with work- and i had a mini con to go to this weekend and i cosplayed nami! :D -> i have also been struggling with tremendous writers block, and was trying to force myself to write about zoro for days! but i couldn't, and i was frustrated with myself untill i rememebred this isnt a job, this is for fun for me and you guys. so i went back to some of the things i've written and felt like i could continue this one :) the story really flowed from there and i wrote a lot in a short span sooooooo &lt;3 ily all! thanks for reading as always <3333

sanji vinsmoke is jealous. 

the cook is used to woman falling at his feet, swooning over his flirty personality. either that or they get annoyed at him and clearly show disinterest. (oftentimes calling him names and sometimes resulting in him getting hit)

but you, the one girl he actually held a candle for, he couldn’t even seem to get a rejection from you. that would’ve made things so much easier for him and his heart. it’s gotten to the point he’s wishing you would tell him you don’t return his feelings. sure it would hurt in the moment, but at least he could have (hopefully) forced himself to move on.

but no, you won’t reject him; nor will you swoon at his advances. they seem to roll right off you like beads of rain on a window. never a hint of blush on your cheeks, no angrily quirked brows. how was he meant to understand? there are two reasonable reactions to such a forward man, either interest or not. how do you manage to toe the line so perfectly?

it drove him mad, not only were you horribly hard to read, every once in a while you would flirt aggressively back at him. it would always catch the poor boy off guard, leaving him stunned and blushing standing wherever he was. oftentimes you did it right in the middle of the kitchen, leaving him to deal with the playful teasing of the other workers, walking off to continue doing your job. 

you would be the death of him surely.

especially when the sight of you smiling so sweetly at that stupid swordsman causes a painful squeeze in his chest. his grip on the tray he was holding is bruising, and there’s a jealous rage brewing inside of him.

-

“hello my name is y/n, and i’ll be your waitress today. can i start you guys with any refreshments?” you flip over a page on your notepad, ready to write down the group's requests. what a charming bunch they were, with just a glance you could tell they really cared for one another.

“i’ll take a beer,” the green haired man speaks up, and you nod with a smile.

“i’ll take two beers, i normally have three but..” he trails off as the woman at the table speaks up.

“i’ll take a water.”

“and a glass of milk!” the endearing boy with a straw hat adds on, his words are muffled by the bun he was still chewing. when coming to greet them you’d brough over a basket of perfectly warmed buns with butter. nodding at them all, your pen into your apron as you repeat back to them. 

“three beers, milk and water, coming right up you guys.” you step back with a bow, turning towards the kitchen. doing so you notice your best friend is glaring in your direction, and as you walk back you tilt your head at him. when you get closer you realize his glare wasn't directed towards you, but the swordsman you had taken the order from. he doesn’t even seem to pay you any mind as you approach him, too focused on the table you had just walked away from. when you reach him where he stands in front of the doorway, you snap your fingers in his face. it seems to snap him out of it, and he looks down at you with a charming smile.

“hello my love, what can i do for you?” his hand is placed on your shoulder sweetly. the touch warms your body, but you shake it off to cross your arms. 

“what’s up with you, why were you glaring at my table? do you know them?” you gesture back towards your table, and a flush washes over his face when he realizes he’d been caught. he straightens his tie in an attempt to shake off his shame,

“not a clue who they are darling.” your eyebrow raises in suspicion, you’re not buying it. he seems to know you won’t, and he tucks his hand into his pockets as he shrugs.

“you just glare at people you don’t know now sanj?” a pout forms out of frustration. while you were wondering why he was lying to you so blatantly, he was internally swooning at how adorable you looked in that moment, and the sweet way you'd shortend his name. the grip you had over his heart was the strongest in all the seas.

“don’t worry, pretty lady, it’s nothing. now if you’ll excuse me i’ve got my own tables to wait on.” he’s internally scrambling to figure out how to distract you from what he was caught doing, in a moment of boldness (or a crazy attempt to change the subject), he leans down to press a kiss to the side of your head.

the action causes your eyes to almost bulge out of your head as you begin to blush. a smug smile forms on sanji’s face at the sight, he’d never felt more accomplished than he did in that moment. not only had he distracted you, he’d made your face light up all pretty and embarrassed. he winked at you before brushing past you to do his job, pushing open the swinging door into the kitchen behind you.

you’re left in shock trying to wrap your brain around his actions, ‘what had gotten into him?’ as bold and flirtatious as he was, you would have never expected a display like that in front of all the customers.

oh shit, the customers. ‘had anyone seen that? oh gods.’ your hands clench into fists as you attempt to bring yourself back to reality and calm down, and you push past the doors of the kitchen. your eyes are focused on the ground as you collect the drinks needed for your table, placing them all on a tray and balancing them on one hand. you take a moment to breathe in and compose yourself before walking back out into the dining room. 

you eyes scan the room and find your favorite blond waiting on a table on the opposite side of the room of your own. his location makes it easy to return to the table without incident, placing down the three beers before the milk and water. with a smile, you tuck the tray under your arm and pull out your notepad again to continue taking their orders. maybe doing your job could distract from the rapid beating in your chest.

“you guys decided on food yet?” 

“one of everything!” the boy with a straw hat speaks up, and you quirk your eyebrow. they didn't look like the big spenders you were used too, but it wasn’t really your place to mention that. your smile never slips as you nod, writing it down and once again bowing before you leave. by your luck sanji seems to be waiting for you at the doorway of the kitchen. so much for the idea you had to avoid him until you’d calmed down.

he holds his hand out, offering to take your tray from you. his kind offer brings a smile to your lips, and you decide to shove down whatever inner turmoil was happening and act like what he did hadn’t happened. (he sure was.)

“any interesting orders?” he smiles, quirking a brow at you as you offer him your serving tray. you laugh, holding out your notepad to show him where you had written down ‘one of everything’ sanji’s heart squeezes at how cute your handwriting is, and he can’t help the chuckle. “well it looks like you’ll need some help taking out this order then, love.” the pet name causes the usual skip in your heartbeat, and you smile, nodding in acceptance of his offer for help, pushing past him into the kitchen to get your cooks started on the order of everything.

-

the food gets taken out in waves, sanji always accompanying you with an extra plate or two. the table is rather nice about it, they’re always caught up in conversation. even still they thank you for every plate you place down, they seem like genuine people. it warms your heart to see such a close group of friends. 

you can’t help but notice the way sanji doesn’t even pay the girl at the table any mind, too busy glaring at the green haired man, his hands lingering on your shoulder or back longer than they needed to. how he’d managed to add on to his unusual behavior, you wouldnt understand.

not that he really had any reason to be placing a tender hand on your back while you were serving guests. the third time it happens you turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow, and he turns to smile down at you sweetly, his hand on your back rubbing up and down. you look at him incredulously, sanji steps back, bowing before walking back towards the kitchen. before he left his gaze lingered on the man longer than should have been acceptable. you have to hold back a frustrated huff, turning back to the table with a plastered smile

“don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything! i hope you enjoy your meal.” you finish off the sentence with a bow, turning to look at the swordsman when he speaks up with a snort. “are you sure, wouldn’t want to make your busboy anymore jealous than he already is?” your eyes widen in confusion, not only at the notion, but the unnecessary insult towards your sanji.

“whatever could you mean.” the whole table turns to you, and the redhead quirks a brow at you, adding on.

“you’re not really that clueless, are you?” your mouth drops open, and a blush begins to cover your cheeks.

“no, i didn’t think i was.”

and then you’re even more confused. what reason would he have to be jealous over you and a random guest? it’s not like the man had even given you the time of day, or you’d even wanted it?  all you’d done was take his orders. 

the thought feels so impossible, even so it has already quickly begun eating away at your brain and heart. it was the only logical explanation for all his odd behaviors tonight.

sanji vinsmoke, was jealous. over you.

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[fanaticsnail]

Cuddling: Zoro

Birthday Celebration Masterlist

Word Count: 1,600+

Themes: Roronoa Zoro x m!reader, mdni, 18+, smut, NSFW, penetrative sex (Zoro receiving), lazy morning sex, cuddle-fucking, pre-established relationship, love making, feelings, Zoro just wants to be close, saliva mentioned as lubricant.

Notes: I just had a craving for some softness with the man. He needed it.

Nestled against the variety of pillows reinforcing your hammock, a warm arm drew itself over your stomach and tugged you towards the broad slab of muscle behind you. The temperature of his bare skin on your own was overwhelming most of the time.

The green-haired swordsman ran hot, especially after being wrapped in blankets and warmed within their weight for several hours of nightfall. You wriggled gently within his clutches, trying to make yourself comfortable in this new position by extending your knee up to grant you some room to yourself.

“Nmmm-, closer,” Zoro mumbled sluggishly, tugging your body to lay flush with his own again. Expelling a groan from your throat, you put up no fight when he pulled you further within his encumbering embrace.

“Zoro,” you protested verbally, your smile twitching up in the corners, “This is as close as we can physically be. I can feel your heart thundering in my own chest from here.” A small, raspy chuckle rumbled from his throat against the back of your neck.

Both of you were barely awake, feeling the gentle rise and fall of the waves crashing against the hull of the thousand sunny. The sweet gull-song from above felt crafted as your own private symphony alongside the propulsion of the large ship.

Zoro softly drew his lips down to the crown of your head, pressing gentle kisses against each place that found his fancy. A twitch of the morning was found against your ass, causing you to smile as you felt your own rising in your briefs.

“I can get us closer.” Sneaking his hand down over your waist and beneath the elastic, he began softly using his calloused hands against your cock. Beginning at the base, he gently rolled your velvety skin within his palm and fingertips, halting at your sensitive tip, before slowly pumping downwards again.

Rolling your hips in time with his motions, your ass began to grind against his cock. A deep, rumbled groan fled from his throat while he felt his need begin to stain the front of his own briefs with his own precum. You chuckled alongside him, shaking your head before arching your neck back to meet his lips.

Lazy smiles meeting, eyes fluttered closed and both of you began enjoying the feeling of your lover’s hands against your flesh.

Zoro’s arm tucked it's way beneath your neck, finding itself wedged between you and your pillow. You moved your hand beneath his briefs and gently found his cock. Thumbing the slit at the tip of his shaft, you began rolling it in time with the lazy pace Zoro set with your own.

Gasps fled one another’s lips as you continued your barely awake kisses. Zoro and your own hips moved in time to the motions, rising and falling with each roll of the tide. As Zoro’s cock continued to leak of its morning dew, you took some onto the pad of your index finger and slowly drove it down towards his puckered entrance.

Zoro’s brow furrowed as his smile broadened, moving his legs to part to give you more access to his body. Gently tapping at the hole, you gently massaged his balls with your palm before slowly disappearing the tip of your finger into Zoro’s ass.

“That how it is, huh?” he mumbled against your lips, his smile only ever growing as you continued working him open. “Come here.” He nudged your torso, rolling you over in his arms and releasing your cock from his grip.

One arm over your shoulders, the other hooked around the small of your back, he continued mouthing at your lips and gasping as you gently worked his ass open to take you. Your motions were still lazy and slow, every moment drawn out with your embrace being as close as he could possibly make you both.

Removing your finger from his ass, you hooked your thumbs over the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down his large thighs. He rose his knees, rolling them together to kick them off the rest of the distance, leaving him completely bare.

“You next,” he groaned, nudging your thigh with his knee in an indication for you to lose your own briefs. You chuckle at his eagerness, pressing a quick kiss against his lips while hooking your thumbs beneath your own briefs and drawing them down your legs.

Interlacing your thigh within his, your pecs remained flush against his while you began gently grinding your cock against his. Each lazy roll of your hips had Zoro’s groans fleeing from his mouth into yours. Need began pooling in your stomach while you softly rocked your body atop his.

“Want me to suck your cock a bit before-.” Your words were halted by a deeper kiss soldered to your lips like iron to a poker, Zoro simply reaching between you and lining your tip up with his puckered hole.

“Just put it in. I'll be fine.” He attempted to ease your cock in, but you held your hips back and refused to press on.

“Zoro, I'm not going in dry,” you shook your head, moving your lips to his jaw and pressing a soft kiss against his chin. Zoro groaned, gently moving the hand clasped at your waist and used his saliva to pool in the center. Taking ahold of your cock, he pumped your shaft with the added lubrication, causing your breath to hitch and your kiss to morph into a needier bite against his skin.

“This should do it,” he groaned, pressing your tip to his ass once more, “Go on. In. Need to be closer to you.” He eased your cock inside his tight entrance, the ring of muscle expanding while he sucked in a hiss at the intrusion.

Wincing at the tight pinch and stretch of your cock entering his ass, you attempted to soothe him with gentle kisses against his shoulder.

“Should've let me go down on you first, Zoro,” you empathetically reminded him, pressing several slow and soft kisses up against his jaw and cheeks while he took you inside himself. You slowly reached between your bodies, gently rolling his velvety cock within your hands in a bid to put him more at ease and not tense up.

After a moment, his lips parted and he began to huff and pant at the feeling. His cock twitched as he rolled his hips in a bid to fuck himself on your cock, prompting you to softly kiss him lightly against his neck. He swatted your hand away from his cock, reaching down and gripping your ass in his calloused fingers and eagerly tugging your body into him.

“Closer,” he gasped, his voice still clinging to the morning while he shifted his hands back up to hook you into his arms. Your voice crackled and fuzzed out low groans to intertwine with his, just as your thighs were woven in and out of one another's. Zoro's knee bent up and butterflied out to the side while you lazily rocked your hips to lie flush with his.

Chest to chest, stomach to stomach, your lips continued to find his while the morning sun cascaded through the curtains. Your abs rolled Zoro’s cock up and down in time with your languid thrusts. Wrapping your arms around the middle of his chest, you both felt as flush as you could be with one another.

The blankets clung to your ass, only a barely-there, soft movement rocked the two of you. If anyone should enter your shared quarters, they would simply assume your bodies were just moving to the subtle rock and swell of the waves. Your tip brushed with Zoro’s prostate, causing him to whimper a little in your mouth while his lips found yours once more.

Zoro’s hips began rolling softly in time with your thrusts, both of you feeling your need begin to rise and swell in your the pit of your stomach. While your bodies both desperately wanted to give in and buck wildly to use one another to sate the other’s need, the desire to be close with one another took over.

Always gentle, always soft, your motions were as close with one another as you could be while you stole this moment together. As your needs overcame you, there was nothing more than an extra swell and grind of your hips against Zoro’s.

Clutching you ever tighter into himself, he ushered you just that little bit faster by means of his own hips. You got the hint, feeling your release edge ever closer.

Lips never leaving one another's, Zoro groaned softly into your mouth while you picked up your pace, your stomach grinding against his cock the longer you thrust into him. Zoro’s balls sucked up into his stomach, feeling his abs tighten as his thighs shook with reaching the pinicle of his high.

“Mmmgh-,” he muffled against your lips, desperately clutching at you while you continued to hit that deep, spongy point within his body, “Gonna cum-...”

"Cum for me, Zoro," you groaned, stealing his breath and clutching him tighter against you, "Not far behind you."

Nodding while your lips mouthed at his skin, you continued your actions, keeping your pace the same while you felt your own need fizz within your abdomen. With a soft cry out, Zoro’s cock spurted his release between your bodies. He bucked his hips a little with yours, providing friction to his cock while his ass contracted around your own.

With his release causing him to clench his puckered entrance around your shaft, you met him in his bliss with your own. Grunting into his lips, you bucked into him while your desire for the swordsman met its peak.

Slowly rolling and riding through your high, you stilled your motions after you felt the final wave of lust flee from you. Buried within his body, you made to pull away your cock to only feel trapped by his leg pinning your own.

“Just stay like this a minute, would you?” Zoro whispered, pressing his lips to your temple and rubbing soft circles against your back with the pads of his thumbs. “Wanna be close like this. Stay.”

"You and your closeness," you rolled your head to place your chin on his larynx, "Close enough for you?"

"Yeah, this is good." He smiled down at you, his eyes creasing up at the corners.

With a final press of your lips to his chin, bodies still joined with one another, both of you softly whispered out the other’s name with your affection rolling easily off your tongues.

“I love you.”

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[mishelkie-art]

Been working on some sketches of my mer!Zoro, since he's one of my favorite designs. What started as me figuring out what his markings look like under his bandana turned into some of them ending up a bit more uh... sluttier than I imagined 😅😆

And then, while drawing these, I started to spiral and wonder what Tera and Arashi would look like as well, what traits Zoro inherited from each parent. Well, all this pondering resulted in new mer designs!

I had already designed a human form of Tera which is on my insta, so all she really needed were some tweaks, but I hadn't drawn Arashi yet so I had to come up with his from scratch. Originally I had wanted to take more inspiration from Kurogane from Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles (sole reason being he and Zoro share the same English VA lol) and while I could see human Arashi wearing a similar outfit, I decided to make his overall look more distinct. I made him a blunette since a lot of the Shimotsuki have blue or blue-ish hair, and, like Zoro and Ushimaru, Arashi inherited Ryuma's huge-ass forehead 😂

Obviously, Arashi is a tiger shark, and originally Tera was going to be a leopard shark, but I ultimately decided to make her a thresher shark instead as I think the long tail matched her hair. This now makes Zoro half-tiger/half-thresher. Her eye color is a little detail I enjoy, as in fics I often find that people can't decide if Zoro's eyes are gold or silver, I prefer silver personally, but I made Tera's eyes gold in reference to that lol

I also wanted Tera to have an obvious sun theme, to go along with the Shimotsuki's moon theme. If I remember correctly, Shimotsuki Village was founded after the people from Wano drove off bandits, and Tera is the daughter of bandits, sooo... what if she was the child of the very bandits that were driven off? Maayybe there was a little Romeo and Juliet thing going on with her and Arashi? Maybe a diamond-in-the-rough bandit's daughter met the descendant of Wano's sword god and it was the greatest romance in One Piece history?!! Lol I just think it would be so funny if Zoro's parents were pretty much a Disney couple. She's the Megara to his Hercules, the Aladdin to his Jasmine, the Eugene to his Rapunzel 😆🤣🤣

Bonus for those who made it though my rant:

Other designs

[moonywritez6]

Late Night Pleasures (Reupload)

Character: Roronoa Zoro

Reader: Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, male masturbation, harsh language

Prompt: Zoro is trying his best to be quiet while the reader sleeps.

Wc: 724

A/N: Hello my sweets! Unfortunately, I got locked out of my old blog account, so I had to make a new one! So, chances of you having seen this before are high as it's on my old account! (I am so sad about it honestly). But I am going through all my old accounts posts and reuploading them here! I hope you can still enjoy my works!

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Zoro groaned as he awoke from his dreams due to the night's heat. He let out a deep sigh as he turned on his side, his eye landing on your sleeping form. Zoro felt a slight smile tug at the corner of his lip as he carefully brushed a few strands of hair out of your face, freezing when you stirred a bit, thinking he had woken you. As he took in the sight of you, the swordsman couldn't help it as his gaze kept landing on your exposed cleavage due to the tank top you wore, thanks to this ridiculous heat. He swallows, taking in how some sweat seems to glisten on the plump skin from the bit of moonlight that shines into the dark room. The flesh slowly rose and sank with each quiet breath you took. His eye soon lands on the marks he had left on your neck from earlier that night, causing him to bite his lip as he feels the tent in his pants rise.

"Shit." Zoro cursed as he slowly sat on the bed, staring at his newly formed erection. He glances from you to his pants, debating whether he wants to wake you up or take care of it himself. “Oi Y/n…” He whispers gently, shaking your arm. You let out a small whine, face scrunching up from the sudden movement. Feeling bad, your boyfriend gives up on waking you up, cursing again as he clenches his jaw. Without another thought, Zoro pulls his throbbing cock out from his pants, hissing slightly as the tip hides his stomach. Zoro glances at your sleeping figure before wrapping a calloused hand around the sensitive flesh. "Mm." He grunts slowly, moving his hand up and down, eventually getting a good rhythm.

"Fuck." He moans, feeling more turned on than usual, most likely due to the heat. He leans back, placing his free hand behind him for stability as he jerks himself off. He tosses his head back, eyes closed as he bites his lip, not wanting to have you wake up to him doing something indecent. 'But what if she did catch me?' That thought crossed his mind causing his cock to twitch in his hand that moved faster, finding the thought of you catching him exciting. He starts to picture what kind of reaction you would have. Zoro clenches his jaw as a few moans slip past his lips. "Fuck…Y/n." He moans before seeing your body shift as you become more comfortable. 'Wake up baby…I want you to see me.' The swordsman could feel himself getting closer to his orgasm as he tossed his head back, memories of your earlier activities flooding his mind, causing him to open his mouth, but no sound came out. The filthy noises echoing off the walls drove him crazy. "Fuck Y/n! Shit baby fuck!" He silently cursed as his eye rolled to the back of his head, strings of cum shooting out from his red tip and onto his fist, coating it in white.

Zoro sat there momentarily, his breathing slowing as he descended from his high. He looked down at his sin-covered hand, letting out a small grunt before grabbing a rag on his nightside table and lazily wiping his cum off before laying back down to face you. He smirks while gently cupping your cheek. You hum, your eyes barely opening as you see your boyfriend staring at you with love filling his eye. "Zoro?" You whispered, voice slightly horse from having just woken up. "Shh. Go back to sleep, Y/n. It's still too early to be getting up." Zoro whispered while stroking your cheek with the hand previously covered by his lewd act moments ago. You hum, looking at him with glossy eyes as he brushes his thumb across your lips.

Without thinking, you open your mouth lightly, sucking on his thumb as you close your eyes. Zoro stiffened before lust clouded his vision as he watched your innocent act, excited that you had no idea what had been covering that digit. “Dammit Y/n…” He cursed, feeling himself getting hard again. Seeing that you were asleep again, Zoro sat up slightly as he leaned closer to your ear, a low growl leaving his lips as he whispered his next few words.

"When you wake up, I'm going to destroy you."

[moonlightpetalz6]

Late Night Pleasures

Character: Roronoa Zoro

Reader: Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, male masturbation, harsh language

Prompt: Zoro is trying his best to be quiet while the reader sleeps.

Wc: 724

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Zoro groaned as he awoke from his dreams due to the night's heat. He let out a deep sigh as he turned on his side, his eye landing on your sleeping form. Zoro felt a slight smile tug at the corner of his lip as he carefully brushed a few strands of hair out of your face, freezing when you stirred a bit, thinking he had woken you. As he took in the sight of you, the swordsman couldn't help it as his gaze kept landing on your exposed cleavage due to the tank top you wore, thanks to this ridiculous heat. He swallows, taking in how some sweat seems to glisten on the plump skin from the bit of moonlight that shines into the dark room. The flesh slowly rose and sank with each quiet breath you took. His eye soon lands on the marks he had left on your neck from earlier that night, causing him to bite his lip as he feels the tent in his pants rise.

"Shit." Zoro cursed as he slowly sat on the bed, staring at his newly formed erection. He glances from you to his pants, debating whether he wants to wake you up or take care of it himself. “Oi Y/n…” He whispers gently, shaking your arm. You let out a small whine, face scrunching up from the sudden movement. Feeling bad, your boyfriend gives up on waking you up, cursing again as he clenches his jaw. Without another thought, Zoro pulls his throbbing cock out from his pants, hissing slightly as the tip hides his stomach. Zoro glances at your sleeping figure before wrapping a calloused hand around the sensitive flesh. "Mm." He grunts slowly, moving his hand up and down, eventually getting a good rhythm.

"Fuck." He moans, feeling more turned on than usual, most likely due to the heat. He leans back, placing his free hand behind him for stability as he jerks himself off. He tosses his head back, eyes closed as he bites his lip, not wanting to have you wake up to him doing something indecent. 'But what if she did catch me?' That thought crossed his mind causing his cock to twitch in his hand that moved faster, finding the thought of you catching him exciting. He starts to picture what kind of reaction you would have. Zoro clenches his jaw as a few moans slip past his lips. "Fuck…Y/n." He moans before seeing your body shift as you become more comfortable. 'Wake up baby…I want you to see me.' The swordsman could feel himself getting closer to his orgasm as he tossed his head back, memories of your earlier activities flooding his mind, causing him to open his mouth, but no sound came out. The filthy noises echoing off the walls drove him crazy. "Fuck Y/n! Shit baby fuck!" He silently cursed as his eye rolled to the back of his head, strings of cum shooting out from his red tip and onto his fist, coating it in white.

Zoro sat there momentarily, his breathing slowing as he descended from his high. He looked down at his sin-covered hand, letting out a small grunt before grabbing a rag on his nightside table and lazily wiping his cum off before laying back down to face you. He smirks while gently cupping your cheek. You hum, your eyes barely opening as you see your boyfriend staring at you with love filling his eye. "Zoro?" You whispered, voice slightly horse from having just woken up. "Shh. Go back to sleep, Y/n. It's still too early to be getting up." Zoro whispered while stroking your cheek with the hand previously covered by his lewd act moments ago. You hum, looking at him with glossy eyes as he brushes his thumb across your lips.

Without thinking, you open your mouth lightly, sucking on his thumb as you close your eyes. Zoro stiffened before lust clouded his vision as he watched your innocent act, excited that you had no idea what had been covering that digit. “Dammit Y/n…” He cursed, feeling himself getting hard again. Seeing that you were asleep again, Zoro sat up slightly as he leaned closer to your ear, a low growl leaving his lips as he whispered his next few words.

"When you wake up, I'm going to destroy you."

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A/n: AAAAAAAAAH I love this man~

[roronoacherries]

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

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 | roronoa zoro

1.497 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“fuck, y/n. move faster.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“is that a threat or a challenge?” 

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

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

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

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[asliceofzosan]

sanji has always known he loved zoro.

subconsciously.

it's hidden in the steps he takes to maneuver around the sleeping marimo on the deck. it's written in the recipes he creates to account for the amount of nutrients he needs for his frankly ridiculous workout routine. it's embedded so deeply in the way he fights, back to back, one leg swinging in perfect synergy with zoro's blade. how he stands on his blind side more often on the field. but stands on his good side when they have a conversation.

so the words "i love you" come naturally to him. it's like he was always meant to say it to zoro. his presence was an appetizer. his words, the entreé. his actions, a delectable dessert that even his sweets-hating boyfriend craves for after a long day.

but sanji has never heard those three little words from zoro. not even once.

and sure, it's not like he goes around saying i love you to every beautiful lady he meets. he knows the gravity of such words. he knows how someone saying it can affect you in ways that can barely be comprehended by the human mind. it stirs something within ourselves that awakens the age old yearning to be cherished. to be held.

to be worth something to someone.

sanji can remember the rare times someone said i love you to him. once held in his mother's arms in a tender embrace that weakens with each passing second, it was whispered against his temple, frail fingers combing through his hair, and he cries without knowing that it would be the last time he hears those words for a very long time. once shaking in zeff's arms as the nightmares roar louder in his head than the storm that rattled the windows of the newly opened baratie, the older man choosing to be gentle with the child he willingly gave everything to in order to survive.

he's never heard it from someone who loved him like a partner. loved him like an equal. loved him in ways lovers are supposed to love each other.

maybe it's because he never had one of those until zoro. for the longest time, he survived on fairy tales and myths and legends. oral tradition passed down through generations of every family he encounters on their adventures out at sea. and though his life as a prince was nothing like the pictures painted in children's books, he always longed for a princess of his own. someone he could save from the proverbial tower guarded by a fearsome dragon.

he wanted someone to love him like a hero. their hero. someone who admires him for all the things he desperately projects for others to see him as worth keeping around.

zoro isn't a princess by any means. he's honestly so much more like the dragon. but also not. fearsome as he is fearful. immensely strong as he is soft hearted. a steady pillar as he is the first to crumble at sanji's touch.

and zoro never admired him like a hero. never cared about the best foot forward sanji took care to show others. in fact, he saw right through him from the very moment they met. it irritated sanji to no end how someone like that stupid marimo could read him like an open book. he took care to make sure the pages of his story that he deems undesirable were sealed away under lock and key. no one needed to know the plot points that brought him where he is. he needs to be the hero. he needs to be seen as the hero in his story.

but who exactly was he trying to save?

what kind of hero has no one to save?

it took several years for him to realize that the person he needed to save was himself. and zoro knew that.

of course he fucking did.

he never mollycoddled him. never softened the blow. always blunt and direct with him. it drove sanji up the wall once with how little tact he had. eventually, he actually started to appreciate how zoro never once sugarcoated anything with him. if he was upset, he'd show it. if he was happy, it would shine in his gaze clear as day.

and if he was in love?

well.

sanji can admit it took him much longer to realize that the love he felt for zoro was not only reciprocated but was so much deeper than what three little words could possibly convey.

there's a permanent space for zoro next to sanji, right in front of the sink, when dinner is over and the soapy water goes up to his elbows. the windows are always open in the crow's nest when sanji's watch comes right after zoro's, just enough for the smoke to escape but the smell to linger. the wordless nod zoro gives him when sanji is combing through marketplaces and dragged him along to be his pack mule. the strategically placed shoulder for him to jump off of when sanji needs to launch himself at an oncoming enemy.

the 2am fights that devolve into holding each other and apologizing without saying any words at all.

the way zoro carries him back to his bunk when he's fallen asleep in the galley writing recipes down. the kiss to his forehead. the hand that runs through his hair.

and here sanji thought his actions were the sweet dessert. for in the dead of night, when no one is watching, zoro's devotion is blinding. zoro's love shines like a beacon in a dark, stormy night.

the dragon perched on the roof of the tower, breathing fire for the lost prince to find his way home.

so sanji lets zoro comb through the pages of his story that he doesn't tell anyone else. he lets zoro guide his hand to flip to the blank pages, allows him to convince him that the parts of his story that mattered are the ones written by his own hand. and if the pages are soon filled with endless adventures of the prince and his swordsman, no one else will really understand it.

no one except zoro.

so yes. sanji always knew he loved zoro and that zoro loved him back just as fiercely or maybe even more.

even if he never heard those three little words.

what sanji doesn't know, is that when zoro is sure he is fast asleep, zoro whispers those words against sanji's ear. like a revenant prayer to a god. zoro doesn't believe in god.

but he believes in sanji. he always did.

[trashytoastboi]

Hi, it's me again could you do a super lovely and shy and cold as they are, do a headcanon of Zoro, Ace and Law confessing their love to S/O as a Strawhats member?

Hiya! I feel like every one of my replies are going to be apologizing for the long waits •_•; But I hope you enjoy ~ 🍀 I'm experimenting with formats and layout at the moment so if my things look a little skwonky I apologise 🤣

Headcanons: Zoro, Ace, Law confessing their love to Straw-Hat! Reader

> (Gender Neutral) <

Roronoa Zoro

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⚔️ Zoro wasn’t one too fixated on appearances, that wasn’t the greatest source of attraction to him. It’s more of having the sentiment that his partner would be the most attractive person to him. He could appreciate humor, stubbornness and strength. Maybe it was the drawing point for him that {Name} possessed all these qualities. Sure with their first meeting he found them annoying, occasionally a bit invasive till he realized it was concern that drove them to always check up on him. Zoro likened his feelings to “Just another crewmate” “Just thinking of them like everyone else.” Zoro was dense at the best of times, other times fiercely intuitive and he was the former, until it dawned on him. Hitting him violently when Zoro finally identified these feelings as something more than just loyalty, it was more affectionate. Scarier yet simultaneously more gentle. 

⚔️  Zoro took a long time working up to the decision of confessing. I mean, they belonged to the same crew. Would this affect or change anything? He racked his brain, day in and day out. Going for the occasional brooding session while looking out into the vast ocean. Searching his thoughts and fears for any answer they could provide. Zoro figured this wasn’t in his nature, brute force was best. Just going in head first regardless of the outcome was best. So that’s what he decided he would do. 

⚔️ The day was good, relaxed. No marines, no enemies nor outlandish happenings. The day was just an eventful, jovial day on the sea. Sailing and navigating through to their next destination. Zoro thought other than chaos this would be the best time for his confession. Zoro called {Name} out, gruffly and abruptly. One might have thought he was challenging them to fight rather than getting ready to confess his feelings. It was not graced by flowery words, nor roundabout explanations of how he got to that point. A simple straight forward confession where he simply said “I love you.” 

⚔️  {Name} looked surprised, stunned even. They mouthed a slight ‘Ah’ as if some question had been answered. They’d long realized his unusual behavior, or the lingering stares when he would get caught staring. Never a glare, they sensed no anger from it. It had always been a look of affection and warmth. {Name} realized his weird behavior had been because of his crush. They smiled, they’d have to answer his passionate and curt confession. With the look of confidence, {Name} knew Zoro well enough that they could tell he dwelled on this. Giving plenty of thought to his confession. 

⚔️Zoro said it, he said it with all his resolve. He didn’t exactly want to shout at {Name} so while all his passion was in it, it came across nonchalantly. Zoro kept a brave face, holding back his anxieties until an answer had been given. Every second only served to heighten his anticipation. Zoro let out a nervous chuckle, was this the end of the friendship they cultivated? Would this be an awkward encounter that leaves things strange between them? He didn’t know. Zoro had many questions, with no answers. 

⚔️ Accepting the confession: {Name} kept him waiting with bated breath, seeing his anxiety they had to put Zoro’s worries to ease. They smiled, took a deep breath and told him the truth of their own feelings. Not as daunting as being the one to make the first move but still took courage to reciprocate. {Name} felt an overwhelming joy when they saw how Zoro’s face washed over with the brief respite of relief before converting into happiness. He had a smile that he couldn’t hide. Not his usual little smile but something that indicated his true happiness. Zoro acted on his feelings and pulled {Name} into a hug. 

⚔️ Denying the confession: {Name} felt a sinking in their hearts, they looked at Zoro with a sad smile that said everything. Zoro attempted to hide his expressions of disappointment. Maybe his face kept a neutral expression, one that said he didn’t mind. The subtle drop in his shoulders and his bolstering confidence that dissipated into something more meek spoke volumes. He chuckled saying not to worry, probably just the alcohol got him saying crazy things. They both knew that wasn’t the case but to spare each other it was going to be the cause. 

Portgas D. Ace

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🔥 Ace is one of those people who finds it relatively easy to get along with others. Some might accredit this to his bright disposition and easy going nature. Ace generally took care of new recruits to Whitebeard’s crew, especially those in his own division. After reuniting with Luffy, Ace got to spend time with the Straw-Hat crew. Politely thanking them for taking care of his troublesome little brother. Ace enjoyed spending time with the crew, learning about the people who Luffy had taken as his chosen family, though amidst them, there was one person that stood out in particular and that is {Name}. Ace couldn’t really list a happening, a reason why or how. It just happened. He found them intriguing, and his curiosity blossomed into fondness until he realized that maybe his feelings had dug themselves deeper than he realized. 

🔥Ace really sat on his reasoning, pondering and continuously trying to think about whether or not he should confess. They aren’t part of the same crew and that alone could cause some issues if {Name} agreed to his confession. He knew that they were loyal to Luffy, and wouldn’t leave although the same could be said for Ace and the Whitebeard pirates. Ace hated the ambiguous feelings of discomfort it stirred in him, should there be a clear distinction, a clear line drawn to find where they stand. Should issues be faced only after they have arisen? Where there was a will there was a way and Ace decided no matter the outcome, he wanted to assure himself that he did what he could with what he has. 

🔥 As with everything, Ace decided to go in with all the passion he has. Not to be mistaken, he bolstered himself with confidence, yet found himself unable to completely calm the raging nerves. Sweaty palms, shaking hands, the ideal starter pack for a low simmering anxiety. Ace swallowed the fear and doubts before telling {Name} about his feelings. It became an onslaught of words and praises, non logical, highly emotive reasoning that truly came from the heart. The purest form of honesty that [Name} had ever seen with Ace’s confession. Even watching how his face increasingly grew more red with every passing moment of him becoming more bashful when listening to himself. Though he still did not stop. 

🔥 {Name} needed a moment to process everything that Ace said, they easily understood the gist of it. Ace liked them, bordering love. The word itself was never mentioned, Ace’s actions spoke volumes however and seemed to confirm the fact. He never once turned away and faced them head on, his courage and confidence both were highly commendable and likable. {Name} wanted to answer him properly. To return Ace’s confession with as much sincerity that he had confessed with. They asked for a moment, apologizing for the underlying stress they notably caused Ace. He smiled, the idea that {Name} was willing to put so much thought was already promising enough. 

🔥 Ace acted as if he was alright and while he told {Name} to take whatever time they needed, he still felt it was a tortuous wait in the meantime. He upheld his promise and refused to pressure them unnecessarily into a half hearted decision. {Name} looked as if they were ready to respond and Ace drew in a deep breath to steady himself. He never wanted his worry to show on the surface and always tried his hardest to only show the happier, stronger side of himself. 

🔥 Accepting the confession: {Name} was not dense in the department of things like crushes nor love, however even they didn’t really notice the depth of Ace’s feelings. At least not until moments ago when he lay bare every thought and emotion he felt for them. {Name} was so touched and thankful that their own feelings were in fact mutual, Ace was hard to dislike, easier to like and probably a natural heartbreaker. Without the intention of course, {Name} inwardly laughed at the thought of the amount of people that easily fell in love with Ace’s lovely personality. “I feel the same way” {Name} admitted, the words sent Ace soaring. He honestly didn’t expect {Name} to feel the same but felt an abundance of thankfulness. Ace wrapped his arms around them in a tight hug. 

🔥 Denying the confession: {Name’s} eyes seemed to reflect a world of sadness, Ace felt his heart drop. He knew this would be a refusal. He promised himself he would not be upset, and even so, it hurt more than he realized. {Name} turned him down gently, explaining that things and circumstances didn’t really allow the two of them to explore something that may or may not work out. {Name} reiterated that they appreciate Ace, and do find him pleasant to be around however not to the extent of a romantic relationship. Ace forced out a bright smile that could deceive anyone looking at it. He gave them a pat on the back telling them not to feel guilty over his one sided feelings. 

Trafalgar Law

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🍄 The insufferable atmosphere of the Straw-Hat crew…Law honestly thought he would lose his mind before long. They weren’t bad people and that was part of the problem, they didn’t fit the word PIRATE. At least in his mind, Law admits he finds himself moved when listening to Luffy’s definition of a true pirate. The only place Law found any solace happened to be the crows nest. Sure he’d lose a good night’s sleep but he’d gain a few hours of peace and quiet, all to himself. Which was the plan, though {Name} had elected to take over the crow’s nest to make sure everyone could adequately rest. Including Law. Needless to say, he’s not happy about losing his only quiet spot so {Name} put forth a preposition to at least split the times. Each would take half the watch while the other one rested. Law found {Name’s} presence oddly soothing, they were a tiny, clear patch in the hurricane of the Straw-Hats. The only person who didn’t rile Law up in the wrong way or exhaust him. Spending all the time together gave Law and {Name} an opportunity to get to know one another. Law learned of their hobbies, tiny quirks and the things that they liked. 

🍄 When did he start paying so much attention to them? When was the moment when Law could easily and confidently recite their favourite things? The things they dislike? When did he begin to look forward to spending time with {Name}? Law couldn’t answer these questions, it happened. Slowly, silently, until the obvious realization hit him all at once. He sighed, everytime he tried to find an answer. Every instance of that tightening sensation in his chest and the nervous feeling that churned up his stomach. Law tried again and again to diagnose himself with SOMETHING. Avoiding the obvious, the glaringly obvious answer. His ‘symptoms’ only ever flared up in {Name’s} presence. To say that this pretty much sent him into a mild existential crisis would be putting it lightly. 

🍄 He had to treat it somehow, had to settle things. Well, Law desperately grappled with logic and reason against emotion that wracked his whole body with their outcry. He cursed at himself, how deeply {Name} invaded his thoughts and feelings. How they made him unbearably nervous, yet warm and comfortable all the same. The feeling of being at peace. Law hadn’t felt that in many years, he was swayed by emotions. Somehow he had enough reasoning to say confessing was the only way to clear this up. He would expose his heart and give it to {Name} (he spoke himself out of doing it literally). Surprisingly Law’s face stained red with a burning blush that coloured his ears, face and even the back of his neck. He forcefully pushed out the words of his love, and the struggle he faced when holding the feelings in. Seeing Law so fired up and ruffled felt foreign but all more genuine. 

🍄 {Name} listened patiently to everything Law had to say, every word of honest thought he uttered. Some words made him seem clumsy, others poetic. {Name} had to gather themselves after such a passionate confession and insight into Law’s mind. They spent so much time together, and got to know one another in a deeper sense than most. The most unsuspecting place, the crows nest. Who ever thought it would become a place to lay everything in the open. A quiet place where their true thoughts arose in the night amidst the steadily swaying sea. 

🍄 Law silently begged for {Name} to give him an answer. {Name} sat on it, thinking about it. Law all the while looked cool yet under the surface he slowly lost his mind when trying to hold it together. {Name} looked at Law and could see the subtle twitches and fidgets, how he picked at his fingers, or shifted his weight from one foot to the next. They didn’t want to keep him in suspense any longer and opted to give him a clear answer. 

🍄 Accepting the confession: All of those late night conversations really gave {Name} a deeper insight into Law as a person. His insecurities, his goals and ambitions, his insecurities and what he fears. The reverse was true for {Name} as well, they told Law so much about themselves that they often stressed about if they had overshared or not. Gradually the way Law looked at them changed, the way {Name} viewed Law changed as well when a warmth and fondness grew from the comfort of his company. {Name} accepted. They wanted to pursue this, whether it was a short lived passion or a long romance, if it was with Law they needed to see where it ended up. They teased Law asking if he ever anticipated he would date a Straw-Hat. 

🍄 Denying the confession: The time spent with Law had always been an honor. {Name} felt respect for the man, and companionship to the degree of being allies. They always thought they could be great friends with him. They didn’t realize the extent his feelings for them had grown or that they were romantic in nature. {Name} mustered the softest tone they possessed but clearly, and concisely turned him down with no room for reconsideration. The razor sharp blow cushioned by gentle words was another aspect of theirs Law liked. He didn’t think it would be used on him but he could love them secretly until his feelings faded. He accepted their decision and still remained at their side, even continuing the crows' nest shift sharing.

[sanjisblackasswife]

ℂ𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞

Ft. Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Bad Summary: You catch them playing with themselves to you.

Cw: SMUT, All consensual , Established relationships, Sanji does Panty Stealing, Zoro is looking at Seuxal Pictures, Luffy is Watching You

Luffy

Luffy was never the type to have shame. Any shame he did have was long diminished after he started dating you.

“Put…ah! Your fucking fingers inside yourself.”

Like now.

Like clockwork Luffy is behind the creaked bathroom door squinting his eyes to focus on the slutty sight before him.

“Lu…”

Two fingers making messy circles on your soft worn clit in the bath tub. It’s been about 1 week of no sex time with your boyfriend so the little time you do have to relax. You use it thinking about him.

It’s been 4 days of this routine so far and by the second day you found out your boyfriend was a true pervert you decided to give him a show.

It wasn’t hard to find out, right after getting out the tub you noticed the door opened and his hat left on the floor.

He was always horrible at stealth. Plus his moans didn’t seem to be so quiet either.

Tonight, you grew tired. It was fun at first to have him watch you moan his name, aching and wishing your fingers was his tongue instead but now you crave the real thing.

Opening your eyes, you and Luffy’s lowered lids meet, and in an instant you see his head vanish, you knew he was panicked so you giggle.

“You can’t watch me forever, Lu…come here.”

Peaking his head back in, cheeks flustered and bangs almost covering his eyes he eases his way in, your eyes widen to see him COMPLETELY naked trying to cover his dick but the closeer got to you the more his hands moved back down.

“How’d you know I was watching you.”

“Because I know how you sound when you’re moaning—“

“I DO NOT MOAN, YOU DO WAY MORE THAN ME!” He pouts crossing his arm, his dick springing up still hard and blushing which makes you burst out laughing

“HAHAHA! Fine, just come in here I’m tired of using my fingers.”

“I bet you are. You’re bad at it anyways—“

“Excuse you!”

Luffy giggles jumping into the bath with you, your arms immediately are thrown around his neck for multiple kisses as he hovers over you in the warm water since you missed him so much before getting to the part you both been waiting for and needless to say you proved him right.

You do in fact moan more than he does.

Sanji

Such a pervert

such a damn pervert.

He has been stealing your panties from the day you allowed him to be your boyfriend.

You never knew for what exactly, a trophy? A good luck charm? You didn’t care to ask, he was a pervert and you knew it before you got with him so it didn’t matter.

But this evening you finally figured it out

Sanji thought you were too busy hanging out with the girls that he didn’t want to steal you away. Which was no bother for him seeing as he had the perfect material to help him out when he is in need.

“Shit…” His breathing was shaky and slightly muffed from how he was pretty much smothering himself in your scent. Your pretty used thong right under his nose, he just couldn’t stop himself from moaning into the fabric.

Sanji knew it was wrong, even filthy but it all was too good, he imagined you in them, fingering yourself and crying out his name, maybe you’ve actually done it in those panties specifically. You have told him you do it from time to time when he’s busy and that thought alone causes him to pump his cock faster.

Even to do it on your side of the bed drove him insane he just didn’t want to stop but he had to quickly or else—

“Havin’ fun?”

You couldn’t hear the concealed scream from your boyfriend. Trying to hide your panties rather than his dick standing tall and proud in front of you.

“I-I um! I—“

“Stop stuttering you look a mess.” You close the door and lock it behind you to crawl on top of him, “You had to be naked to do all this?”

“I…my love I was…I just…I miss—MPH!”

You knew whatever bullshit excuse was ganna annoy you so you decided to shut him up with a kiss, not too long after you hand wonders to his cock giving it gentle strokes causing Sanji to whimper in your mouth and buck his hips.

He’s so pathetic and it turns you on so much.

“I knew wearing this skirt would have stirred something in you.”

“H-how’d you know…I-I-I mean you do look ravishing —“

“Yeah. I know I do…which is why I felt you eye fucking me since breakfast.”

Sanji couldnt have been more embarrassed, but you didnt seem to mind. It was a form of flattery to you.

“Well.” You throw off your top and toss your bra, the pervert’s eyes widen in shock to see your perked nipples at eye level “Lemme help you finish. I’m pretty sure my panties arent as good as the real thing yeah?”

Your love cook couldn’t have been more blessed to have a girlfriend just as pervy as him seeing as you began to stroke his shaft grinning beside his ear.

“Lemme hear some more moans of my name, Ji…please.”

“I—Ah!”

“Oooohhh Y/N! shit!”

“Good…hmmmm boy baby…”

He sounded even prettier with your slit rubbing against his shaft.

Zoro

He’s so full of shit lmao.

He teases you about playing with yourself to the thought of him but his ass uses pictures of YOU to get off.

You once gifted Zoro a few …provocative pics of you completely naked and at first he was a stuttering mess,

“I CAN’T HAVE THESE WHAT IF USOPP OR THAT EROCOOK GETS AHOLD OF EM?!”

“Then hide em.”

“YOU—!?”

He kept them, but swore to you he will burn them.

Well. It’s been 2 months and he haven’t lit up nothing yet.

“Fuck—“

You of course none the wiser didn’t know, he would use the spare time he had after a workout to use sometimes to …

blow off more steam..

His groans were nothing less than low, you were coming to see him because you missed him but the noises he was releasing from your room made you almost break your neck trynna see

“Fuck..FUCK!”

You gasp, of course that’s where go disappears to after training. Bastard didn’t even shower, laying all sweaty on your bed.

his wet tank top over his head

panting

face blushed looking at the lewd photos of your pussy

moaning your name

“Fuck it.”

You walk in and he looked at you like a deer in headlights, all you could do was smirk

“GET OUT!”

“IT���S MY ROOM YOU PIECE OF SHIT—“

“….”

“…”

“….don’t…”

You lock the door behind you, not wasting no time to crawl on his strong bare legs to straddle him, “Don’t what? Don’t say anything? Don’t say anything about you being so obsessed with me you didn’t even—“

He tried shutting you up with a kiss, and you ALMOST FOLDED but no. You had him in such a rare form you had to pull back.

“Uh huh. I wanna savor how shitty you are.”

“ME?! WHY—“

“BECAUSE YOU SAID YOU WAS GANNA BURN THESE AND LOOK AT YOU!”

You tease your finger tips up from his balls to his tip, playing with the stickiness of his precum that always riled Zoro up. He was so cute squirming below you.

“Well. Are you ganna suck it or not.”

“PFFFTTTHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!…You think you ganna get it that easy?! Not from the shit you pulled, making fun of me for playing with myself but here you are doing the same.”

You push yourself off of him to take off your panties and face him with your legs spread teasing your clit as his eyes grow 2 times wider, cock already twitching.

“You’ll have to give me a show first.”

[silentgravesdontexist]

Renovating my room means I'm blasting music through the speaker. And I am also just stuck on Hozier's music (if u don't know him— now you do). So, here are Hozier's music that I think suits the following OP men!

Featured Characters: Ace, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Brook, and Usopp

CW: Suggestive Content (it's Hozier. Ofc, there're going to be some feral undertones)

Note: I might edit this and add more if I feel like it.

Portgas D. Ace

I had a thought, dear However scary About that night The bugs and the dirt Why were you digging? What did you bury Before those hands pulled me From the earth?

I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask you, neither should you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss like real people do

To Ace, you were the one who brought him back to life and away from the darkness of his own mind. There was that understanding between the two of you. Both knew the other had a past haunting like a shadow.

He won't pry. He won't undo the stitches of whatever had hurt you in the past. Let the ghosts stay as they are— just let him love you now. Two people that simply fell in love with each other.

The two of you feel like broken pieces of a whole to form a mosaic in each other's embrace. It becomes a chaotic madness that only the two of you could understand the raw beauty of it.

Monkey D. Luffy

Boys workin' on empty Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat There's nothing sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be She give me toothaches just from kissin' me When, my, time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

As playful as Luffy can be, he's fiercely loyal. He'll go through hell and back just to have you in his arms. May it be against the world, heavens, or even the universe its— he won't let it take you away. He can't lose another loved one.

He's already done this for so many people. No pain nor torture could stop this man from being with you. Not even the gods can help the ones who even dare try to.

The guy won't die for you. Luffy would make sure he's alive to make sure you're safe and happy. That's why not even death could keep him away.

Roronoa Zoro

You know better, babe, you know better, babe Than to smile at me, smile at me like that You know better, babe, you know better, babe Than to hold me just, hold me just like that

I know who I am when I'm alone I'm something else when I see you You don't understand, you should never know How easy you are to need

Don't let me in with no intention to keep me Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me Honey, don't feed me, I will come back

A man of solitude finally found the place to call his home. Zoro keeps to himself, and yet you wormed your way into his life without realizing the effect you had on him.

There's a silent intensity to it. He's a man of strict self-discipline. He knows who he is. But with you? Gods, a switch turns on in his brain that makes him feral.

The warmth of your soul seeped deep into the crevices of his bones and warmed him from the inside. How could he not need you and the warmth you've shown him?

Sanji

I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus When her body was found (hey ya) I'd be the choiceless hope in grief That drove him underground (hey ya) I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee That made him turn around (hey ya) And I'd be the immediate forgiveness In Eurydice Imagine being loved by me!

I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things we'd do So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you

Oh, everyone knows Sanji isn't by any means silent with his affections. But behind those honey-like words of adoration? Behind the hands that hold you so tenderly? There's an underlying heat to it that consumes him whole.

He won't tell you— not yet. Too afraid to scare you away by the growing desire in his chest. He doesn't just want you. He needs you.

That's why he'll put up a front of a dignified lover to you. Fawning over every little detail of your being while his fingers ache to feel the warmth of your bare skin.

Brook

She's gonna save me, call me "baby" Run her hands through my hair She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily Better yet, she wouldn't care We'll steal her Lexus, be detectives Ride 'round picking up clues We'll name our children, Jackie and Wilson Raise 'em on rhythm and blues

Lord, it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime Me and my Isis growing black irises in the sunshine Every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside We'd sit back and watch the world go by

In the vast lonely life Brook lived, there was something about you that made him forget what loneliness ever felt like in the first place. You're just it to him.

No matter how peculiar he may seemed— you were always there by his side. Laughing along his jokes. Even matching his humor and love for music.

You are his muse. And he'd gladly play the ballad of your love until the end of time, if you'd let him.

Usopp

Remember once I told you 'bout How before I heard it from your mouth My name would always hit my ears As such an awful sound And the soul, if that's what you'd call it Uneasy ally of the body It felt nameless as a river undiscovered underground

And the first time that you kissed me I drank dry the River Lethe The Liffey would have been softer on my stomach all the same But you spoke some quick new music That went so far to soothe this soul As it was and ever shall be Unearth without a name

Some part of me must have died The first time that you called me baby And some part of me came alive The first time that you called me baby

Usopp knew that there was this part of him that felt hollow with all the grandoise stories he tells. And the way you would always listen to him as if you truly believed his words made him feel as though he was saved.

Bit by bit, he no longer lived in the tales he spun in his mind. He lived in the moment— with you. All the adventures you two would go on together were all he could ever talk about now.

It felt great because it was real. You were real. Choosing him despite all his flaws and quirks. To have given him the honor to hold your heart in his hands and be the one to protect it.

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Okay, I might make a part 2 for this w/ Jimbei, Shanks, Law, Kid, and Yamato. Here's my masterlist to check it out!

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