#wazamono

[badgerbl00d]

one piece boys with a jealous gf

☆ characters: zoro, law, sanji

☆ up next: cuddling with one piece boys ft. shanks, rayleigh, benn and roger

☆ a/n: for the anon request about being jealous of the boys... i deviated a little from the request but this will definitely have a part 2!

zoro 

“Three hundred million, hm?” she said batting her lashes at him, “With muscles like that I guess it’s not really a surprise!”

Zoro absent-mindedly nodded, much more focused on the katana in front of him. 

“What’s this one?”

“That’s a newer model, popularized in the East Blue. Fishermen designed it.”

“It’s lousy.”

She frowned, pouting her lips out, “That’s too bad, it looks nice when you use it.”

He gave a hmph in response, still mainly focused on the array of swords in the store. 

“Why don’t I show you a Wazamono we have in the back?”

Zoro paused for a moment, thinking about the offer.

“Alright,��� he shrugged, and like a dumb puppy, started following her to the back.

You should have been shopping with Nami, but the two of you were rather unsatisfied with the stores you had to choose from and ended up going to get some snacks instead. 

And thanks to this unexpectedly short shopping spree, you had been outside the weapons shop watching most of this exchange.

Your cheeks turned a violent shade of red and Nami insisted that he was probably totally oblivious to the flirting. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

She sighed, “I guess not… Why don’t you go after him?”

“That’s embarrassing, and you’re probably right anyway.”

You sat with your shoulders crossed and closed your eyes, letting out a long exhale as you tried to think of something else.

“Oh, look! They’re coming back out.”

You decided you might as well go in now before your idiot of a boyfriend dug himself any deeper. 

You were seething as you made your way toward the shop, the woman very obviously lowering her shirt collar in front of him. 

“Zoro!” you walked into the shop, not even glancing towards the saleswoman. 

“Hi, Y/n,” he muttered, using different grips to try out the swords, recognizing you immediately, even if just by your voice. 

“Anything good?” you asked, slightly irritated when he didn’t even turn to look at you and called you by your name instead of his usual ‘baby’. 

“No,” he replied, still toying with the weapon.

You indulged in a small smirk as you watched the expression on the girl’s face turn into one of irritation. She rolled her eyes. 

“Are you sure you didn’t want to take another look in the back?” she asked, gently putting her hand on Zoro’s- which clearly irritated him, 

“You seemed to like what I had to offer.”

She put on an infuriatingly suggestive tone for the second part of her sentence. 

Zoro held the sword he’d been looking at up, any innuendo flying entirely over his head. 

“That’s true… Yeah, I guess I’ll take another look-”

You slapped the back of his head and grabbed the sword out of his hands, throwing them onto the counter.

“What the hell-”

“We’re going back to the ship. Now.”

You turned abruptly and stormed out of the shop, not bothering to pick up the weapons you’d ‘accidentally’ knocked over on your way out. 

Zoro offered the woman an apologetic look and ran after you. 

Nami was waiting for you both outside, and when he turned to her in hopes of being given some kind of indication of what just happened, she simply said, “You should probably think twice before you flirt with a woman for half an hour in front of your girlfriend.”

Zoro’s cheeks changed colors as he started to realize what everything had probably looked like from an outside perspective.

Oh, fuck.

Zoro decided that being another ฿100,000 in debt to Nami would be worth making it up to you, and after losing his breath trying to explain the situation to you he took you shopping for the rest of the night. 

The next few days you spent docked on the island, Zoro refused to move away from your side. 

And any looks or stares he got from women- young or old, pretty or not- were returned with only the most threatening of glances. 

law

“You can do something right Traffy?” Luffy’s concern for his crewmate made your chest ache, and you desperately hoped that it wasn’t too late for something to be done.

Unexpected cannon fire from a nearby Marine battleship caught you all off-guard and resulted in Nami passing out from a collision with the walls of the ship. 

Law nodded, gently picking her up.

You felt a slightly nauseating feeling forming in your stomach but quickly pushed it away because now was definitely not the time to be feeling jealous. 

You waited with the rest of the Strawhats as he worked on stabilizing her in the doctor’s office. 

Chopper was currently passed out as well from having overexerted himself and falling overboard. 

Usopp had taken care of it and he seemed to be doing okay but there was no way he could have helped anyone in his current state. 

A tense fifteen minutes later Law walked out to inform everyone that it wasn’t as bad of a hit to the head as it had seemed and she’d be waking up in a few hours.

“I’ll still run a few tests once she’s up just to make sure.”

“Y/n-ya,” Law called you over to him, “Want to help with Nami? I could use an extra hand.”

You nodded, happy he asked you. 

You walked with him to the infirmary, and when no one was around he held your hand.

The last thing either of you really wanted was for any one of the Strawhats to know you were together. 

When you entered the room Nami was awake.

“Torao! Thanks for all this,” she gestured towards the bandages and IV. 

“No problem, Nami-ya,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed as he pulled out his stethoscope.

“Write down the info I give you.”

You nodded and started writing down all the different numbers and medical jargon he threw at you. 

He talked with Nami and made no effort to include you in the conversation.

Nami’s chest had been bandaged and you tried your best to not think about the fact that he had been the one to bandage it. 

You fought back the urge to show any irritation on your face.

Law did not want any of them to know about you two. 

You knew Nami was just friendly and probably still kind of out of it, but the sickening feeling of insecurity started to seep into your body and you were becoming increasingly impatient with how damn long this was taking.

He was more talkative than usual, and you were positive that it had to do with the absolutely gorgeous woman in front of him. 

“One forty over seventy.”

He was treating you like a secretary! 

He cracked a terrible joke to Nami and when she actually laughed at it you decided you’d had enough.

You threw the notepad at him and walked out, telling him to take his own damn notes. 

He went to find you a few hours later, and ask if you were okay.

He found you painting your nails in the Sunny’s library. 

“I’m fine, Law.”

“Mmm... Definitely not true,” he said, sitting down next to you. 

“How’s the patient.”

Oh, he thought, That’s what this is about.

“Good. Stable. She should sleep soundly through the night.”

You said nothing.

“I appreciate your help back there!”

He pressed a light kiss to your cheek.

“Mhm.”

After a while of Law trying to get you to talk to him, you relented a little bit and agreed to let him read while you finished your nails.

After an hour you had almost forgiven him entirely, deciding that you were overreacting and it didn’t matter now that Chopper would be able to take care of her. 

You had just settled yourself against his chest when he spoke.

“I have to go check on Nami-ya soon.”

“But Chopper’s able to now.”

Law smiled, “I know. She’s still my patient.”

“I get it,” you said, jealousy having won, “I’d also be eager to play nurse if I had a patient as hot as her.”

“Bingo,” he replied. 

You bit the inside of your cheek and decided not to say anything, simply getting up, batting away his hands when he tried to grab hold of you.

You stormed out, slamming the door shut and ignoring how he called out for you to come back. 

You rolled your eyes as you heard Law laughing to himself. 

Law trusted you with his life. 

He had no secrets with you and you knew everything someone could possibly know about the doctor, reclusive and quiet as he may be.

But, just now, Law decided that there would be one thing you could never know:

How much he absolutely adored seeing you jealous.  

sanji

“Would you like another drink, beautiful?”

You rolled your eyes and hastily closed your book, gathering the few things you’d brought with you to the kitchen. 

“And my gorgeous Y/n-” he paused when he turned to see you headed toward the door, “Y/n where are you going?”

You closed the door behind you, ignoring him. 

It was easy to be jealous when Sanji was your crush. He’d never failed to shamelessly compliment other beautiful women, and you were not a stranger to that terrible feeling of jealousy spreading throughout your body. 

When Luffy announced that Boa Hancock would be staying with you all for a week or so you made a mental note to spend as much time in the library as possible.

You knew what you’d signed up for when you kissed Sanji for the first time, that it was in his nature to be a lover. 

Of course, he was desperately in love with you. If you asked him for something he’d have it done before you could finish your request, and he catered to you like he was your personal butler. 

Even though you weren’t official, it was clear that there were deeper feelings brewing between the kissing and touching. 

He’d never done anything worse than complimenting a woman, and you were beyond positive that he hadn’t kissed anyone after the two of you kissed, but he was so irritatingly articulate. 

You’d feel jealousy cloud your thinking when he’d talk to a woman, using turns of phrase that Shakespeare himself couldn’t have come up with. Of course, he was never more romantic or genuine than when he was with you, but you wanted that attention entirely to yourself. 

Boa Hancock’s arrival and subsequent welcoming had played out exactly as you had expected.

Heat flooded your cheeks and face when you watched a small trickle of blood pouring from his nose, and he ran to greet her. 

You left before you could watch anything else happen and still hadn't so much as introduced yourself to her. 

Logically, you understood that it wasn’t her fault but her insufferable vanity didn’t help. 

And though she never even pretended to entertain Sanji, she clearly didn’t mind the treatment. 

Every meal revolved around her, her favorite foods, and pastries that were pink and heart-shaped. Cocktails and drinks and snacks for Boa. Everything for her. 

You weren’t even sure he had noticed you were ignoring him. 

As much as you hated to admit it, you’d decided to try some tactics of your own. Your skirts got shorter and your heels higher. 

Today you’d opted for a pair of leggings he’d mentioned liking and a sports bra that was low cut. 

It had worked, until she walked into the room. 

You couldn’t exactly blame him, despite your evident dislike for her she was undeniably gorgeous and you caught yourself staring at her more than once. Luckily, you always noticed before she did. 

As you made your way toward the library you saw Sanji through the kitchen window, not failing to notice that he was preparing a mountain of heart-shaped pastries.

What a clown, you thought. 

A sudden clanking of metal jolted you out of your own thoughts. You turned to see Zoro mid-workout, dropping weights onto the lawn, ruining the grass.

He was sweaty and the sun was helping highlight the pounds upon pounds of intricately toned and sculpted muscle that covered him. 

You stared for longer than you meant to. 

“Oi!” Zoro called out to you. 

“Hey, Zoro,” you walked over to him. 

“You okay?”

You nodded, looking up at him with a confused expression. 

“You look like shit,” he explained.

“Thanks, man.”

You asked Zoro what he was up to and he started explaining the different workouts he was doing. 

While he explained you noticed that Sanji could see the two of you from the kitchen window where he was now washing dishes. 

A cruel idea popped into your head and a devilish smile made its way onto your face. 

Sanji wasn’t your boyfriend, and based on the way he’d been acting around every different woman he saw you figured he didn’t want to be. 

If he just wanted to occasionally make out with you and throw his attention and touch at every other woman on the seas then that was fine by you. 

But two could play at that game. 

You made eye contact through the kitchen window, and smiled at him. 

Good. He was watching you.

“Hey, Zoro,” you started, “Need a sparring partner?”

[nadekofannumber1]

Monogatari OMS collaboration with manekineko karaoke

The limited time track listing added appear to be all of the monogatari endings. Fun!

Orokamono is mango syrup and guava jelly over carbonated water

Nademono is strawberry syrup blue Hawaii jelly and carbonated water

Wazamono is pineapple syrup blue Hawaii jelly and ginger ale

Shinobumono is ramune syrup strawberry red jelly and carbonated water

[sashi-ya]

五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧: 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧 [+18] 𝚉𝚘𝚛𝚘-𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✦ request: anonymous asked: Hi Sashi-ya! congrats on 5500! can I request Zoro x f! reader. prop: touch me, make me shiver? thank you! ➜ of course my love!! it's a little bit long but it's good I promise 😈🙊 ✦ tw: NSFT. alcohol usage. oral sex. dom! zoro. vag sex. creampie. Wano AU, Zoro is a ronin. ✦ masterlist

Ah… Zoro-juro, known as a ronin who can kill with the sharp edges of his three swords and also to make any man to kneel before his demonic aura. Some call him the King of Hell; Enma himself. Some say he is just a human, some others that he isn’t quite one.

On that bar of the Flower Capital, people get drunk and party until late hours. There are shamisen playing cheerful songs, couples flirting and other’s not so much. And there is also a spot reserved for him; the demonic ronin.

Several women had tried to flirt with him; and yet he has never caved in. Is not that he is married to a person, he is married to the sword. He is not interest in anything besides the rules of Bushido. What you could consider a monk, but for the blade.

But, there was someone who didn’t know the rules yet… you. You didn’t want to flirt with him, you only wanted that sword that could cost millions, if not thousands of them. Your stomach growls when you take a look from the dark at the three katanas the ronin had left on top of the countertop. And the way that green haired swordsman has passed with who knows how much alcohol filling his veins.

“Calm down, stomach. You will be soon filled with delicious soba once I sell one of those” you murmur to yourself, as you crawl like a snake towards them.

Used to stealing, you move fast and silently. Your fingertips graze three powerful instruments; they smell like blood and you could swear they are breathing as well. One, is untouchable. The other, feels like if you keep touching it will drain the life out of you… then, the third one. That should do… “Isn’t this a wazamono? Sandai Kitetsu?!”

You pick the most silent one of them three. It’s heavy, but you don’t mind. It’s time to run outside and disappear into the night. A kunoichi knows how to fade with the darkness.

You get outside the bar, the cold breeze of Wano kuni hits your cheeks. You scoff… “What a stupid ronin, falling asleep and leaving his precious treasures without supervision… he isn’t as demonic as they say he is, after all”

Your hands move to cast the ninjutsu technique, but you aren’t allowed to finish. The sharp object that is now stopping you menaces with taking your life if you dare to move a single muscle.

“Am I… a stupid ronin?” he asks, with raspy voice from behind. The smell of stell, blood and alcohol gets to your nose. His aura is so powerful it makes you dizzy, weak. You can even feel the katana in your hand aching to go back to his owner.

You swallow. He is undeniable bigger, stronger, powerful than you. And you, probably, are about to become another one of his victims…

“Can you give me back my katana, please?” he asks, and even if it was a question it sounded more like a direct order.

“Yeh- yeah. I’m-“ you stutter, moving slowly your hand back to give his sword back. You can feel on your wrist how big his thigh is compared to your arm and the subtle touch against his skin makes you tremble. You did not only think he was stupid while sleeping, but also, how extremely handsome he was.

He takes it back. Tucking it on the blue sash around his muscular waist. You, still, can’t move. The blade of a white sword still menaces with beheading you.

“I gave it back, sir. Can I go now?” you ask, trying to sound fearless and polite. But secretly, your hand tries to reach the kunai on your pants.

But that man scoffs. And it makes a shiver run through your spine… why isn’t he killing you already?

“Searching for that weapon? What were you think of doing? Stabbing my leg?” he asks, turning you around to face him.

The edge of his sword is now resting on your nape, and you are as close as you can possibly be to his prominent chest. It is, for sure, a good view to indulge in before dying…

“You are too beautiful to be doing this. You don’t know who I am?” he asks, confused and yet inspecting your moonlight bathed features.

“I might be beautiful, but I am hungry” you whisper, looking down, scaping from his steel single eye looking into yours.

Zorojuro puts down his sword and sheathes it back into his waistband. “Com’ere” he orders, snatching your arm and pulling you to follow him.

You struggle to do so, but you keep up with his pace. You may run away from him, but you know he will not let you scape… so, why bother?

The crunch of the dry leaves underneath your gettas, and the lights of the red district disappearing behind you announces the beginning of a more calmed and rural zone of Wano. The silver moonlight filters in between tall trees; it creates beautiful patterns of shadows and brilliance on the ground.

You don’t dare to ask where you are going. He isn’t telling you either. But after a good 20 minutes walk -and passing right next to the same tree at least three times- the silhouette of an old cabin appears in front of you.

He pulls you to the entrance, opening a creaking door that leads you inside of a very humble home.

“Sit there, the shitty cook left some soba” he says. And you understand he was taking you there just to feed you… after all, he wasn’t that demonic.

You try to tell him no… but your stomach growls so loud that you can’t even say anything and so you obey. There isn’t much around, but it is enough. It is better than your home, after all.

The ronin puts a plate of soup and noodles in front of you. The little table also creaks, but it looks just fine. “Here. Eat” he says, pointing at the bowl with the biggest hand you’ve ever seen on a man.

You look up at him, there aren’t words to express how grateful you are for his kindness. You tried to steal from him, while he is helping you.

“Go on. It will get cold. That stupid cook will be pissed at me if a woman like you doesn’t eat his food properly” he says, turning around. He walks towards a little shelf, where a few bottles of sake rest.

You nod, joining your palms to thank for the meal and start digging it. You don’t want to look desperate… but when was the last time you ate something hot, and so delicious? You aren’t sure if that’s ever happened in your life.

Zorojuro pulls the cork out of the bottle with his teeth, showing you the way his neck muscles work when doing so. His sharp mandible, as delicious as the plate you are eating. He takes the bottle to his lips and begin to chug its contents. Why is this man so stupidly attractive?

It isn’t helping the fact that he lets his upper yukata part fall down. His wide back, scarless and huge show its caramel skin to you.

You get lost on the lustful image of a demon god getting once again drunk before your eyes. But as soon as he turns around and cleans the drops of alcohol on the commissure of his lips he laughs at you.

“You remind me of my best friend Luffy!” he scoffs, coming closer to your dumbfounded you that has now lost herself on the crossing scar of his neck.

He kneels in front of you, cleaning with his calloused thumb the little noodle on the commissure of your lips. “This should go inside… nothing should be wasted” he murmurs, taking the noodle and eating it.

You sigh. There is so much pressure inside you, that you really need air.

However, Zorojuro seems absolutely unaware of the effect he has on you and so, he stands up and flops into his futon. Like the King of Hell, he sits with his legs spread, his right arm resting on his knee and the left one taking the bottle to his lips. He isn’t delicate, he drinks that alcoholic elixir with no manners, brutally, like a beast.

Kneeling on the floor with your plate already empty, you look at him in silence. Is he waiting for you to go away? Does he want something in return? He is a man, right? He surely wants you to… repay with… sex.

You, however, have no inconveniences into complying if that’s your part of the deal and so after gaining the courage you stand up. He doesn’t seem to bother as he keeps chugging sake like a sponge, and yet looking so primally attractive.

“Zoro-juro…” you say, standing right in front of him. You try by all means not to show him how your voice gets trembly. You aren’t scared, you are horny. You are desperate, as if there was an invisible force of perversion pulling you towards that man… a sinful impulse Enma itself would applaud.

“Hah? You want sake? Aren’t you a little bit demanding, woman?” he asks; of course, he is not giving you his precious liquid. But you don’t want that…

You untie your upper part, letting it fall to the ground, exposing your breasts to him. “Zoro-juro, touch me… make me shiver” you purr, hoping that your body is to his liking.

He chokes with the wine, opening his healthy eye widely. “What- woman, what the fuck? You-“

“I have no money to repay you for your attention; hope this is enough” you tell him, kneeling right in front of him as if he was some kind of God you are submitting to.

The green haired man leaves the bottle on the ground and sits properly. “I don’t want anything in return. You were hungry, and so I fed you” he says, yet, his voice feels a little trembly now. Is it, perhaps, that this samurai is getting interested in your body?

“Use my body, sir” you moan. “You really want me to? aren’t you a little bit straightforward?” he asks, amazed.

Lifting your gaze to him, giving him a look of pure lust and desire, you answer his question. And you let that man speechless.

A smirk, so deliciously sexy, appears on his lips. The intense aura around him makes you short of breath, knowing exactly how difficult it will be for you to walk tomorrow morning.

“Very well, then. Come here… crawling” he grunts, taking his arms behind his neck and flopping back to his futon against the wooden wall. “Enjoy desert”

You reach for his body, crawling on all fours. Playful hands, avid for discovering more of his anatomy, untie the sash that holds his yukata closed. It’s exceptionally delicious, not only the perfect sculpted muscles of his lower stomach, but also the natural scent of his skin. He might not have bathed today, but somehow it makes you so attracted to his flesh.

Bending forward, you plant the first kiss over his right hipbone. It makes him grunt. You plant another one, this time closer to his belly button. Another grunt in response, so sensitive his muscles spasm.

And he might meditate and take things slow, but not this… Zoro passes his huge hand through your hair, pulling from it to make you look up at him.

“Show me what those lips can do, woman. Com’ere” he says, helping you crawl on his lap. You sit there, feeling his hardness already hitting against your core. You can tell he is not average… of course he isn’t.

His lips approach yours so slowly, killing you softly with the wait. You smell the sake, and soon you taste it too when his tongue encounters yours. Zorojuro goes slow at first, so deliciously and sinful, with his huge hands pressing you by your hips against him.

You moan into his mouth, allowing him to breathe your desperate sinful melody. He smirks with his lips still pressed into yours, and with his hand he reaches for the bottle next to him.

“Stick your tongue out”  he commands, and you do. The bittersweet liquid pouring into your mouth overflows and drips from the sides of your mouth. And he doesn’t let a single drop go to waste, as he licks the alcohol right from your skin.

He hums; he is pleased to discover sake could taste even better from your skin that the bottle. And he does, he empties the rest of the bottle all over your body. It wets your pants, and it’s ok… they were pretty much wet already. It pools in your belly button. It bathes your nipples. And there is nothing that Zoro is more addicted to than sake itself.

Like a beast; like a demon, he starts licking up and down. Sucking, devouring. He bites and pulls from your nipples as if he were to obtain more alcohol coming from them. You can only whine, letting this man taste every single corner of your flesh.

“Ugh… woman. You are delicious” he growls, turning around, putting you against the mattress beneath you two. He pins your hands up your head against the futon. Just one of his huge hands is enough to grab both your wrists.

Zoro gives you those deathly smirks; those deadly smiles of his. Get. Ready. To. Die… by the hands of the King of Hell.

Your pants get pretty much ripped. No need to take them out. Sex exposed, so juicy and tempting. Like the soba plate you devoured, is your cunt the one to get eaten.

That strong ronin lifts your legs up, letting them fall over his shoulders. He kneels, so that your body gets lifted up just enough for him to be comfortable, as he gets ready to taste your honeys. And he attacks almost immediately, with a wandering tongue that gets in between your labia reaching for your clit. He also presses down your belly; you aren’t sure how expert he is, but you are sure that if he keeps going that way you are going to come almost instantly.

The sounds of his tongue traveling up and down your core makes you shiver, the way he touches and desperately wants to drink more of you, too. Zoro licks up and down, around, and inside. From your rear entrance to your clit, and vice versa too.

Moaning, shivering, contorting, arching your back, loosing humanity you mewl like a mere animal enslaved of pleasure. Climax, spasms and his scoffing. Zoro is enjoying your reactions so delighted. But he is not over, you aren’t either.

The samurai lets you rest for a couple of seconds on the futon. In between your blurry vision, you can see how he totally undresses himself. The fabrics covering his pelvis finally fall to the ground, as he walks up to his holly shelf of alcohol provisions.

You watch him take a drink of a new bottle, leaving it aside for after as he comes to you again. “That damn cook, look what you made me do… you and your delicious food” he murmurs, almost laughing.

You wonder who that cook is, but, if he is the one that cooked that soba you are more than grateful for it. However, you are even more grateful for Zoro’s parents, how much they loved each other to create such a beautiful being.

You bite your lips, as you watch him approach you he throws his shoulders back. He is definitely getting ready to fuck you, and you want it so badly.

“I think I wanna fuck you from the side, woman” he says, grabbing you from your ankle to turn you to your side in a swift, violent motion.

You giggle as he does so, still a little dizzy from your past orgasm. And he does too, yet, his dark tone only announces you that you are about to stop laughing…

Zoro flops right behind you, also lying on his side and lifting your leg up. He comes closer, hitting his chest with your back, passing his hand underneath your neck and grabbing it after.

“You want me to fuck you, hm?” he whispers in your ear, passing his free palm from your hips to your waist and from there down your belly. It makes you shiver, his presence, his touch, his voice, how big and hard he is.

The green haired samurai bites your shoulder, making you squeak in pain. And in pleasure too. His hardness searches for your entrance by itself, but he doesn’t penetrate you quite yet. He enjoys the way your juices mix with his, how you wet his tip getting it so perfectly lubricated to finally abuse your entrance.

“Zo- zoro… please” you beg, you wanna feel him deep inside you. He squeezes your neck as you plead, cutting your airflow for some minutes.

“You want my dick inside you? Is that what you want?” he asks, barely letting his tip slide a few cm inside your entrance.

“Pl- please…yes, yes” you whine, resting your nape against his chest. Inhaling the scent of his skin, the manly perfume of testosterone. Getting so drunk with it, with passion, lust and low instincts.  “My king, my king of hell… fuck me, please”

Zoro grunts, and with a violent thrust he finally deeply penetrates you. You whine, loud. You moan, even louder. It feels as if your insides were breaking in half, the way he fucks you so raw and rough.

You become a dumb piece of flesh and pleasure, drooling against the white fluffy surface of the bed, as he goes in and out so violently. His hips are the best punish for stealing you could have ever received.

He keeps going, almost as if his stamina was endless. Zoro moves you, from the side up his hips. You end up in reverse but is not you who should move; you couldn’t either. His hips buck up, your back pressed against his chest, your arms hanging from the sides, your legs too. The samurai fucks you as if you were weightless, as if your body had become inert to him.

You rest the back of your head on his big chest, taking a look to the back and side in total misery, climaxing for the third time perhaps. You can see how much of a demonic expression he has, showing he indeed has earned such rename because of a tangible cause… Zoro looks like the devil himself, an extremely hot demon.

“Take my cum, sweet woman” he growls, with little to no warning filling your womb with his warm seed. Your eyes go blank as you can totally feel the pressure inside, bathing your clenching milking walls… a blessing from the owner of Jigoku himself… a reminder of your past actions, convincing yourself that stealing Sandai Kitetsu had been one of the best decisions you have ever made…

They say that stealing is a sin, and when you sin you are sent to suffer.   And you are glad you did, because you have just met, the King of Hell…

[i-am-vita]

Fic Teaser: A Diversion Fight

So, Stupid Brain made me go into full new Ghost Rose and Phantom Pirates Lore just for writing some unconnected scenes. I promise I'm working on them but meanwhile suffer with me enjoy a little advance of next chapter:

If you haven't read Part 1 go before keep reading.

👉 My Masterlist & Oc Ghost Rose Masterlist.

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Warnings: SFW but sexy, fighting with knives, smooching against a tree.

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Upon seeing his arm rise towards Yoru's handle, you reacted immediately by throwing your knife towards him to halt his movement. You knew the moment he unsheathed his sword you'd be doomed.

With a swift movement, Mihawk detained the blade with two fingers. His eyes roamed the stylized form and elegant carvings in recognition.

"Bara no Toge... The Rose's Thorns..." He murmured, a hint of admiration in his voice. "It is said a swordmaster melt the O Wazamono twin swords Bara and Toge into a set of knives as a gift for his beloved, the ancient Queen of Daggers of the Shikkearu Kingdom." He toyed with the blade within his fingers, testing its perfect balance. "They disappeared from her tomb years ago." His sharp gaze focused back onto you. "This doesn't belong to you, little rose."

"Neither did to Do Flamingo, but they like me enough."

A sense of pride permeated your voice while the iron ring on your finger glowed and, with a flourish of your hand, the blade escaped Mihawk's fingers back to yours, the black metal pulsating in harmony with your Haki.

It had been one of your firsts and only infiltration to Dressrosa. The Phantom Captain was set to recover a treasure of his after "That Fucking Flamingo Bastard" stole one of his ships.

You have found the chest by mere chance, thrown away in Dressrosa's treasury like some minor antique instead of the lofty weapon from a queen that it was. They've been yours since then, honing your abilities and Hakis until mastering the knives to obey your will.

"You retrieved a Kuraigana treasure right under the nose of the King of Dressrosa and submitted them to you."

Mihawk stoic countenance softened with a flicker of surprise, eyes slightly widened and a knowing smile hinting in his lips.

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His right hand pinned your left against the tree bark but your right managed to escape his hold, aiming your knife against him. His free hand halted your arm, stalling the sharp edge before it pierced the skin of his throat.

"A fitting master for a queen's weapon." He sighs appreciatively in your ear, his lips grazing your skin deliciously. "Although, the Queen of Daggers wore her rings on another finger." More nimbly than you could react, his fingers removed the ring from your middle and slipped it on your third finger. "My lady..."

Something in Mihawk's teasing tone nagged at your mind but his lips started wandering to your neck like before, when you dared to steal a kiss from him.

The blade on your right hand slipped away from your idle fingers and tangled in his dark locks to bring his lips towards yours once more.

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To be continued...

Yes, that's my writing process. Throw around some scenes and find the way to make them coherent together. Sorry, not sorry 🤭

Originally, Mihawk was NOT suppose to catch Ghost Rose after the fight but, as we know, he does as he wants 😂

Yes, The Phantom Pirates have messed with Doflamingo (and viceversa) and came out whole and without witnesses. Doffy was not pleased but would die before acknowledge he was rob.

Tags I remember: @white0x0rabbit, @h0n3y-l3m0n05, @gingernut1314, @cinnbar-bun, @jintaka-hane, @fanaticsnail, @writingmysanity

[akwolfgrl]

LFT part 34

What is that guy's issue?” Zoro put his sword away as he walked towards the barrel. Zoro had told him a few times he wasn't interested in selling him his sword. Zoro began digging through the barrels searching for something decent.

“You must lose a lot of swords if you think you have to carry three of them around. Unless of course you're copying that infamous Pirate Hunter,” Zoro ignored Tashigi as she came up behind him.

“Yah, pirate hunter,” Zoro muttered to himself.

“He's made quite the name for himself, Roronoa some call him a demon. He is known throughout the East Blue for his sword skills, but he's clearly not a good person to have earned the moniker of demon. A bounty hunter is not someone who has any honor, and swordsmen without any honor shouldn't be allowed to be called swordsmen. Someone who uses their swords just as a way to make money. It's too bad for real swordsmen being compared to him, it's all backwards. Pirates and bounty hunters calling themselves swordmasters makes no sense to me. They even have most of the world's legendary swords as well, it's such a tragedy,” Tashigi continued to talk as he looked for swords.

“Oh don't know,” Zoro chuckled. “It's the kinda thing that you have to look at on a case by case basis,” Axe hand Morgan may not have been a swordsman but he was a Marine. A Marine who allowed his men and his son to terrorize the village they were at. A little girl had almost been torn to shreds by a vicious animal, and when he killed it he had been tied up, left without food or water. The world wasn't black and white, it was made up of shades of gray. “You never know what people are capable of or what they've been through.”

“I don't give a damn, I'd be more than happy to welcome criminals as long as they have money. I remember when my shop used to be filled with people shopping before trying their hand in the GrandLine, but ever since that monster you call a Captain was put in charge I hardly ever get any customers,” The man complained, it would explain why he was asleep when Zoro arrived.

“Captain Smoker isn't a monster, he's done great work cleaning up these streets,“ Tashigi retorted.

“He's a damn devil fruit user! That is more than enough reason to call him a monster!” The man yelled back.

“This is my Shigure. I'm going to work as hard as I can to perfect my skills and one day I'll take back every single last one of the legendary swords, because the filthy hands that hold them do not deserve them! I am including the War Lords of the Sea! They are nothing more than a pirate with a fancy title! That includes Dracule Mihawk! Yes. The twenty one top O-Wazamono, the twenty one O-Wazamonos, as well as the Ryo-Wazamonos, I'll find them all! I'll keep them safe!”

“What about my sword? Do you want to take my sword from me? Wado Ichimonji,” Zoro asked, turning to look at her as unsheathe his sword, just because she looked like Kuina didn't mean she could have her sword.

“Oh um I'm not trying to get them back for my sake, I just don't want criminals to have them,” Zoro turned back to the barrel of swords when one caught his eye, he warped his hand around its handle, this sword was cursed. He took it out of the barrel, its red and gold sheath in good condition for being so cheap. “Oh I think that's, just a sec let me check my book,” Tashgi flipped through the pages of the small book she had on her. “Ah, just as I thought! That blade would be Kitetsu! Kitetsu the third! Its predecessor is an O-Wazamono and the first Kitetsu is a top O-Wazamono,” Zoro took the blade out of the sheath looking at the moderately curved katana with a white edge and a blue hamon that looked like flames. “Hey are you really only selling it for 50,000?” Tashigi asked. Zoro would happily only pay that much.

“Y-yeah?” The man's voice sounded shaky and unsure.

“That's unbelievable! It's an authentic Wazamono.” Zoro stared at his reflection in the sword. “Wow you must buy that sword!” Zoro had every intention of doing so. “It's worth at least a million berries or more,” Zoro was not going to tell Nami how his swords were worth. He didn't trust her not to sell them behind his back. “You can't pass it up, it's so valuable,”

“Dammit! I can't sell it!”

“I didn't think so, I knew it must have been a mistake, it is a legendary sword after all ”

“It's not what you think!” The man cried out as Zoro tightened his grip on the sword and swung it down, now facing towards Tashigi.

“The swords cursed.” Zoro spoke, a cursed blade had not what he had been expecting to find but still he had.

“Huh? How the hell do you know that?”

“Just…do,” Zoro didn't know how he knew, but he could feel it, feel with every part of him that this sword would love nothing more than to bathe in blood, be it his or his enemies it didn't matter. He would enjoy taming it.

[opswordsmenzine]

⚔️ SWORD FACT SATURDAY ⚔️

Today's sword fact is a combination of a real world fact AND a One Piece fact!

『 The Meito rankings of the One Piece world heavily resemble the real world Wazamono classification of swords, down to the number of blades in each category. Although the number of Grade Swords in One Piece is unknown, the real world equivalent had 80, adding up to a total of 163 ranked blades. 』

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One Piece Anime Watchalong: East Blue Saga 6/6

Loguetown (Eps 45-53):

Started: 15/7/23 Finished: 16/7/23

So here we are at Loguetown, the final arc of the East Blue saga! Luffy has now got a bounty of 30 million berries on his head after beating some of the biggest threats in East Blue like Buggy, Krieg, and most recently Arlong. News of his newly acquired bounty has spread rapidly across the East Blue. I liked how the episode popped back to the previous locations Luffy has been to so far. We get to see how many of the characters are doing since then. We see Coby working hard as a marine, Kaya is striving to become a doctor, the Baratie has the wanted poster plastered over the restaurant, and we see Shanks celebrating with Mihawk over the news that Luffy is a certified pirate. I also watched the two episodes that adapt the first cover story that focuses Buggy's adventures after Luffy had flung him halfway across the world at the end of Orange Town. From what I've heard, these are somewhat considered to be episodes that people tend to skip over despite their canon status in the manga, and even then not all of them get adapted apparently. I thought they were fun, lighthearted episodes that were a nice bit of comic relief after the bleakness that was the previous arc.

Onto the main plot, in which we find the Straw Hats head to the city of Loguetown to stock up on more supplies before heading out into the Grand Line. The city is also well known for being the city of "the beginning and the end", referring to it being birthplace of Gold Roger, the former King of the Pirates, and also set as the place where he was executed. The Straw Hats are mostly separated and doing their own thing.

Starting with Nami, who doesn't contribute that much to this arc. She's just kind of chilling here, buying loads of stuff for herself. It's pretty fun. I think after Arlong and the trauma that she endured in that arc, she needed to treat herself, and I can forgive her not doing a lot in this arc because of it.

I felt bad for Usopp. It's almost like he was forgotten about for the majority of this arc. However, we did get a pretty good standalone episode with him facing off against the famed bounty hunter Daddy the Parent (I cannot get over how funny this name is!) in a duel. And it's through this episode that we get to know more about the kind of person his dad, Yasopp, was like. This is displayed in flashback where Yasopp wins in a duel against Daddy who, prior to the duel, has never been defeated. Instead of killing him, Yasopp spares him because he saw Daddy's pendant with a picture of his daughter. This scene resonates with Usopp, who is vows to be more courageous, which is put to the test when Daddy challenges him to shoot the weathervane or risk losing his life. It was a triumphant moment when Usopp did manage to just about hit it.

Sanji is kind of in the same boat, but he at least got a bit more screen time than Usopp. He too gets a standalone episode where he faces off against Carmen, a chef who proclaims herself as the No. 1 Chef of East Blue. She's a pretty hysterical and camp character with her over-the-top persona and flamenco flairs, which made the episode a breezy fun ride. However, unlike Usopp, we don't really learn anything new about Sanji, other than knowing that his goal is to find the All Blue.

There's quite a bit that occurs around Zoro. The first that's beneficial to him is having three swords again, with him now knowing about the Wazamono swords There's also when he comes into contact with the Sergeant Major of the navy in Loguetown, Tashigi. From her appearance, her short blue hair, down to her position as an exceptional swordsman, Zoro is taken aback by how much she reminds him of Kuina. I wish we would have explored this aspect a bit further, but I'll get more into that later. Also him using his three sword style on some mops when he briefly worked for the navy was hilarious!

Most of the important plot points that are revealed to us revolve around Luffy. We get to know more about Gold Roger, how he ventured across the Grand Line, and how he was executed. It was interesting to hear this story being told, from the old bartender Luffy stumbled upon, and how it puts the rest of the pirating world into perspective; it seems that a lot of pirates that have emerged after Roger's execution don't have the honour in what it means to be a true pirate. We also get to see Buggy who is also accompanied by a newly revitalised Alvida due to her eating the Smooth-Smooth Devil Fruit, as they try to get their revenge on Luffy for what he did to them. I'm really fascinated to see how these two will play off each other, as we didn't get to see much of them together, again more on that later. Finally, we have Captain Smoker, the vice admiral of Loguetown who has the reputation of preventing pirates from entering the Grand Line. He's not so much of a villain but probably more of an antagonist trying to thwart Luffy's goals. Out of all of Luffy's adversaries in this arc, he's probably the most complex. He witnessed Roger's execution as a young lad and he's had some kind of admiration for him as he watched Roger die with a big grin bearing on his face. But, despite this admiration, he still has a duty of catching pirates that have substantial bounties on them and protecting the people of the city. He's also the only naval officer, that we know of so far, to also have Devil Fruit powers, his being Plume-Plume that made his entire body out of smoke and is able to use the smoke to grab onto solid objects. He actually had Luffy in his grasp but only failed due to a mysterious hooded figure that goes by the name of "Dragon". My theory as to who this guy is that he may be one of the seven Warlords that was alluded to earlier in the saga. I may be completely wrong on that, but we'll have to keep watching to find that out.

While I did end up liking the arc, there was a glaring issue over it that kept me from enjoying it even more. It felt like one giant set up, as certain plot points, such as Zoro and Tashigi's fight, Alvida and Buggy's revenge plot, and Smoker's grudge against Luffy, are cut short with the intention of being resolved later. There's nothing inherently wrong with doing that, but it makes this entire arc kind of limp as a whole, because we don't have that satisfying conclusion. Even though East Blue is structured like a prologue before the "proper" story kicks into action, but many of those arcs had three-act structures that can be watched on their own, isolated from the main story but can still be enjoyed. With Loguetown however, it had those first two acts in place but lacks the third , and thus it doesn't hit as hard as those previous arcs. Nonetheless, I'm still looking forward to how these plot points and character beats are resolved in this kind of extended version of a third act, or maybe this could sprout in a whole new direction.

If you want my preliminary ranking of all the arcs in this saga, here's what I've settled on: Arlong Park Syrup Village Baratie Romance Dawn Orange Town Loguetown

idk if this ranking is controversial or not, but that's what I'm feeling at the moment

And there you have it, folks! I finished all of East Blue (excluding the filler arc at the end, I'll get around to the filler arcs at a later date)! The main thing to take away from this is, not that I ended up getting through multiple episodes of One Piece, but how surprising it was that I was able to go through it so quickly! When I first set out to watch OP, I set myself a target of getting through at least 3 episodes a day. That way I'll be able to make it through all the series while also being set at a comfortable pace to consume the anime. But, somewhere down the line, around Syrup Village, I kind of threw that out the window because of how engrossed I was in the story! As a result, what I thought would've taken me over a month to get through this saga took me less than 2 weeks. One Piece is one hell of a drug!

Anyways, onward to Alabasta! I'll see you soon!

[jasminelyoko57]

[TWST OC] A guide to Shinobu

So... Tsutomu’s main weapon is the nodachi (field sword) or ōdachi (great sword). Its name is Shinobu (JPN: 忍, ENG: Perseverance).

From what I read, the nodachi is a Japanese sword with 3 or more shaku in size (1 shaku being roughly 30 cm). It is considerably larger than its counterparts, but there’s no exact measurement to qualify a great sword. 

Its Western equivalents are the Zweihänder and claymore because they’re wielded with two hands.

The rough design

Its scabbard, the wrap strings, and the hilt are supposed to be reddish brown, blue, and gold respectively.

Sample design

I pictured his nodachi as like this, but it has a red tassel under the hilt. 

The nodachi is so long that it could take down cavalrymen and their mounts alike. To wield this blade, one required much training to work up the muscles for the task. So long and hefty was the sword that it was difficult to draw. 

However, since Tsutomu has trained with various swords (including the wakizashi, the lil’ blade) in his previous world, he has no problem drawing it since his body is set for battle anytime.

Shinobu, according to the wazamono classification, is an excellent grade sword which has the characteristic of being able to repel any interference, such as signature spells (save for his flame powers, though). The sword's length is about 130 cm long.

[wibuvietnam]

- Ngoại hình của Mihawk: Phong thái quý tộc: Mihawk có vẻ ngoài cao lớn, điển trai và toát lên phong thái quý tộc. Anh thường mặc trang phục đen và đội một chiếc mũ rộng vành. “Mắt Diều Hâu”: Đôi mắt vàng sắc bén của Mihawk là đặc điểm nổi bật nhất của anh, mang lại cho anh biệt danh “Mắt Diều Hâu”. Thanh kiếm đen huyền thoại: Mihawk luôn mang theo thanh kiếm đen khổng lồ Yoru, một trong 12 thanh kiếm tối thượng (Saijo O Wazamono). - Tính cách của Mihawk: Điềm tĩnh và lạnh lùng: Mihawk thường tỏ ra điềm tĩnh và lạnh lùng, hiếm khi thể hiện cảm xúc mạnh mẽ. Anh luôn giữ một thái độ nghiêm túc và tập trung, đặc biệt là trong chiến đấu. Kiêu hãnh và tự tin: Mihawk rất tự tin vào khả năng của mình và không ngần ngại thể hiện sự kiêu hãnh của một kiếm sĩ mạnh nhất thế giới. Anh luôn tìm kiếm những đối thủ xứng tầm để thử thách bản thân. Công bằng và tôn trọng đối thủ: Mặc dù kiêu ngạo, Mihawk vẫn là một người công bằng và tôn trọng đối thủ. Anh không bao giờ hạ thấp đối thủ và luôn công nhận sức mạnh của họ. Sống đơn độc: Mihawk thường sống một mình trong lâu đài của mình trên một hòn đảo hoang vắng. Anh thích sự yên tĩnh và tập trung vào việc rèn luyện kiếm thuật. https://wibu.com.vn/dracule-mihawk-one-piece/

[wontonboop]

Wazamono

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[nadekofannumber1]

What’s everyone’s thoughts on the AI accusations of the wazamono anime for specifically shots like this?

They did work with at least one company that has used ai and posted it on their official facebook. (They had 5 BG art teams involved after all for this ep) However a weird or odd looking shot isn’t abnormal for an initial release of a studio shaft work realistically speaking, and abstract buildings are a real aesthetic thing one can do on purpose.

I’d like to hear some discussion about it over here!

[heady-senpai]

Enma being swapped for Shusui was spoiled in the Wano anime opening. If you look close enough. That's crazy.

[sashi-ya]

Sashi-san! For your mini event can I request Zoro x F! Reader? can I ask for a fic with blood kink for him? I saw your post on him having it, and I'm a 100% sure that's true! Thank you! ❣❣❣

Well hello my dear Anon. Of course, there is nothing I like the most than Zoro being a kinky mf for blood so here it is!! Hope you enjoy! 💖

😈💜Sashi's Dark Corner💜😈

NSFW ~ Roronoa Zoro x F! Reader ~ A Blood Demon

tw: NSFW. Blood kink. Zoro licks blood off her. (from a cut). Rough. Unprotected. Squirting. Biting. Breaking Sanji's locker.

wc: 1.6K

Like this event? masterlist ~

Zoro is gone to take a shower. Yes, Zoro. Sometimes he actually bathes too. And that’s the perfect opportunity for you, the new nakama of the Mugiwara no Ichimi, to see if Enma is as demonic as he says.

And it’s not that you don’t believe him, but being a sword freaky like you are, you need to see, to touch, to feel such powerful Wazamono with your hands… because Zoro always brags about it, but never allows you to touch it.

The sound of the shower running tells you he is still inside, and as much as your mind would want to run wild while imagining his body under the warm water, you gotta act fast. You sneak into his room, well, the boys room. Fortunately everybody has left to explore the island and just as expected, Zoro wanted to stay. You were told to go with them, but you decided to “rest in your room”.

Next to his bed, the three katanas rest. Wado Ichimonji, white and pearly, Its handle has teeth marks, since of course Zoro usually uses it with his mouth. Sandai Kitetsu, the infamous sword that’s supposed to bring a painful death to whichever swordsman that dares to wield it, lays next to Wado. It has a strange aura, but you don’t really know if it’s Sandai or Enma… Enma, majestic, precious, legendary, right before your eyes

The purple sheath looks shiny and it doesn’t show any signs of scratches. Kozuki Oden, and now Zoro take care of this amazing bloodthirsty instrument. You graze the three golden rings that form the hand guard and realize how accurate it is for Zoro to have this katana since everything around him represents the number three.

You are tempted by an unnatural force to grab it, drawn to it… it feels heavy, heavier than others. You get lightheaded, as if something were trying to suck something out of you. But despite the many warnings in your state, you keep going until it is fully unsheathed.

“Enma…” you whisper, wielding it up, looking the blade closer, so close you could cut your face at any moment. You feel like your life is getting dragged from your body soon after. Powerful aura sucking your strength… you want to release it, but you can’t. your arm has become thin, your whole body is paralyzed. Purple aura around you, desperation, the blade keeps getting closer, pressing on your cheek little by little.

“WOMAN, WHAT THE FUCK!?!!”

Roronoa Zoro saving you, once again. How many times has it been already? Your life practically depended on him. He grabs your hand, squeezing on your wrist and taking the katana off your clenching fingers. “ENMA, BEHAVE” he grunts, powerfully.

You fall, weak over his chest. Zoro receives you in his embrace, hand on the back of your head. He feels warm, warm, and wet. Soon your dizziness goes away and you notice he is totally naked, dripping water, and the shower it is still open.

Your cheek grazes his huge hard pecs and the rough sensation of his crossing scar. Slowly you feel as his own strength surrounds you, making you stronger and aware of your surroundings. Zoro looks at you, sharp jaw, right eye crossed by a beautiful scar and intense steel iris fixing on yours.

“How many times do I have to tell you, you can’t touch Enma?” he asks, half annoyed, half scared for your integrity. “I’m sorry, I… thought… you wanted to gate keep it from me” you mumble, enjoying the caramel skin of his chest. And of course ignoring that even under his waist everything is uncovered.

He passes his calloused thumb over your cheek. “Look… you cut yourself” he mumbles, cleaning the little drops of blood formed under your eye. “F…fuck, I didn’t mean t-” you say, but cutting yourself short as you contemplate Zoro licking his finger clean from your blood.

Gapping your mouth like a fish and widening your eyes, you look at him enjoying the ferrous taste of your blood. “I don’t know what it is with you, but I knew your blood would taste as sweet as I imagined” he mumbles, smirking. You realize finally you are being held -you are hugging him too- to a completely naked Roronoa Zoro and over your belly you feel his hardness.

“W-what do you me-an?” you mumble, not scared really, more on the startled side. “I mean I’ve always wondered how good you would taste?” he says, pushing you slowly backwards. You take a few steps back, hitting yourself against the lockers of the boys’room.

Zoro places his hand over the metallic cold door of Sanji’s locker, making probably an indentation on it by the violent motion. But he doesn’t care. You can see the veins on his forearm as it’s right next to your face, how sexy... “Z-oro?” you ask, mumbling, hoping for this not to be a joke…

“Hm?” he hums, asking perhaps if you are afraid? “What’s going on…?” you purr, smirking sexily. “I might wanna taste a little more of your blood…” he utters, licking his lips.

“Heh, go ahead…”

He comes closer to your face, and with the tip of his tongue he licks the little drop of blood that falls from the fresh cut on your cheek. You dare to direct your gaze to his hips, amazed by the size and the rock hard sex that’s pressing against your lower belly.

Slowly your hands land on his perfect trained abs, tracing the little line that forms from his chest to his belly button. What a blessing, his body looks like those perfect Greek sculptures, the little drops of water falling into his groin. “Zoro…” you whine. “You are delicious, no wonder Enma wanted to take you completely.”

“Since you are Enma’s master, why don’t you take me?”

Bad choice -or extremely good one- of words, because Zoro has now full permission to go feral with you… and boy, he will.

Sexy smirk, that same smirk he does when he is about to slice the shit out of an enemy, that smirk that makes you weak….

Zoro rips your clothes with just one hand. Breasts exposed, core too. He examines you like a pray, while your hands rest on each side of his hip bones. But you feel your cut itching so you instantly wipe it away, cleaning the rest of blood on your hand over your chest.

Reason for Zoro to start licking and devouring your skin as if your crimson fluid was a delicatessen. He bites, he sucks, his teeth scrape your skin leaving marks all over it. And you had the wonderful idea of taking more blood and smearing it on your breasts.

“What a complacent woman you are, (Name)” he grunts, sucking the blood off from your nipples, making you moan and hit the back of your head against the locker.

Probably Zoro would take more time to prepare you for penetration, but you nor him are willing to wait for it. Both need it, both want it… The green haired samurai has become feral, like a beast, like a blood sucking demon… and you want him, so bad.

He turns you around, making your belly and cheek hit the cold metallic closet’s door. “Woman, you will be fucked for being so damn delicious. You know that?” he says, whispering with husky grunty voice in your ear. “Mhmh…” you nod, already curving your back for your ass to grope against his dick.

“Eager…” he mumbles, pumping his dick a few times up and down. “For your dick, yes” you moan, passing your hand on the back of his head so you pull him closer to your shoulder. He bites it, grunting at the way your thighs cockwarm him. “Fuck, woman…” he grumbles, and moves faster in between your closed legs.

But that didn’t last much, as your core began to drip over his shaft, mixing with the shiny surface of your inner thighs, sticky and warmed by his precum. Zoro uses his hand to spread your core and let himself slide inside you. You moan, not in pain, but feeling the wonderful sensation of his dick stretching your walls.

“You… feel warm…and tight” he moans, while his hip motion punishes you on and on and on. You carve your nails on the side of his hips, you moan and whine. He smirks and grunts, letting some manly grunts escape his mouth with every thrust.

You feel like your legs are starting to fail you, becoming weaker and unable to stand as the fucking intensifies even more. “I can’t… stand… still” you communicate him because you will fall at any time.

“I can tell, look at how much you have squirted already…” he smirks, sticking himself out and turning you around. Zoro does not wait a single second, and being the strong man he is, he lifts you up by the back of your thighs. Holding you up with his arms, he impales you once more. He fucks you mercilessly, hitting your back against the locker, and kissing your lips in a feral, beasty way.

Sometimes he licks the commissure of your lips, as the blood of your wound flows and accumulates there. Your blood must be the perfect fuel for him because every time his mouth gets filled by your taste he fucks you deeper, deeper, and harder.

“Don’t stop… I’m coming” you tell him, at this point with your eyes turned white and your mouth open. “Alright woman, let me see how much you will come for me” he mumbles, always with that beam, that sexy demonic beam accompanying his hellish stare.

Soon you let your body go, reaching climax, bathing Zoro’s lower abs with your squirt… Womb that feels as if a pressure has been released, but that soon feels full again by his spasming dick freeing its contents inside.

“Fuck, woman…” he mumbles, resting his sweaty forehead over your terribly bitten shoulder. “Again?” you joke… but Zoro never catches your jokes, either way.

“Again? Come’ere”

[akwolfgrl]

LFT PART 35

Tashigi had been excited to meet another swordsman, swords were her passion. She certainly wasn't expecting the green haired man who broke her glasses to have such a legendary sword in his possession. He wasn't very talkative but then again she had a tendency to ramble on, Captain Smoker did sometimes complain about it. What she didn't understand was why Matsu had a cursed sword for sale in his shop, let alone in the cheap barrel where anyone could pick it up. It didn't seem very ethical and she never thought that Matsu could be such an awful businessman. If what he was yelling about was what she thought he was yelling about Matsu had been trying to scam the green haired man out of his sword for far less than it's worth. Perhaps it was time for her to seek out someone else to take care of her precious Shigure. The green haired man…perhaps she should just call him Mr. Green since he had green hair, a green shirt and a green haramaki on, Mr. Green was lucky she showed up when she did.

“The Kitetsu swords are superior in all respects, but they've been cursed since their beginning. You have to believe me. There are stories from all over of master swordsmen who have met their death after taking up a Kitetsu sword. Nobody is stupid enough to touch them these days. And you'll fall to its curse just like everyone else, if you decide to take it. That's why I fear selling it to you, I don't want to be held liable when you die. I don't want to be cursed either, just leave it alone,” Tashigi had no idea. None of this was in her book. Maybe she needed to revise or add on to it.

“Oh how horrible, I'm so sorry I bought it up and encouraged you to buy it,” Tashigi bowed in apology to Mr. Green. “It would be death to take that sword.”

“Sounds great I think I'll take it,” The man she was apologizing to spoke. She stood up straight in shock.

“Didn't you listen to a word I just said! I can't sell it to you! When you die the curse will just come to haunt me!” Matsu screamed before his wife knocked him upside the head.

“Now don't be an idiot! Let him buy that sword ya old fool!” Ume Matsu’s wife whacked him upside the head.

“Don't hit me!” He yelled his hands atop his head.

“Well why don't we find out which of us is stronger than. The swords curse or my good luck,” He had a smirk on his face. She watched as he tossed the sword in the air and stuck his arm out.

“No!” Tashigi screamed.

“Stop it! You fool you're gonna chop your arm off!” Matsu cried out.

Tashigi and everyone else started in shock and horror as the sword flipped around in the air, just missing his outstretched arm embedding into the floorboards below. She couldn’t believe what she had just witnessed. He must be incredibly lucky.

“I'll take it!” He spoke with a wild grin on his face. Tashigi and Matsu both slid to the floor. Her heart had felt as if it was gonna beat out of her chest. She was certain that she was about to witness a blood bath, that his arm was gonna end up on the floor, his blood stain the wooden floor below. “Hey,” The man turned to her bedding down to take his new sword. “Pick out another one you know what your talking about, I trust your judgment,”

“Uhhh OK yah sure I'll do that,” Tashigi was still in shock.

“You! Wait right there, don't move!” Matsu yelled as he took off upstairs. He tripped as he made his way back into the room in no time at all. He held a cloth covered bundle in his arms. He pulled back the cloth to reveal a black sword. “It's covered in a black lacquer finish with an uneven temper pattern,” Matsu held the sword aloft. “My shop is small, but this is the finest sword that I have. Its name is Yubashiri, it's a Ryo-Wazamono sword, it's part of the reason I was desperate to get my hands on your Wado,” Tashgi had no idea Matsu had such a sword in his possession.

“I'm broke, it's way too much, and I won't be borrowing any more money from the witch,” He said, looking over his shoulder.

“It doesn't matter, I'm giving it to you for free if you'll take it. You're welcome to the Kitetsu if you want it, you've proved yourself. You are not as I had suspected an amateur but a true swordsman. This is better off in your hands being used than it was meant to be here. I'm sorry I tried to cheat you before, you must have some damn good luck,”

“You're right I do,” Mr. Green (she really needed to learn his name) said with a smirk.

Tashigi watched as the man walked out the door with his two new swords…for free! In the background, she could hear Matsu and his wife arguing in the background as she sat there stunned by what had occurred. She needed to find out who that man was.