#well. this wasn’t as zoro-centric as it was supposed to be

[inoreuct]

i mean- if youre willing to write the angstier version 🥺🥺

https://www.tumblr.com/inoreuct/738704605780885504/thinking-about-zoro-being-the-crews-main

more than willing 🤭 enjoy!!

everything kind of hurts when nami comes to.

she honestly can’t tell if she’s opened her eyes or not; it’s all pitch black, and her eyelids feel gummy. the lashes of her left eye are crusted together with what’s probably the same thing making her forehead stiff, so that’s most likely blood. lovely.

the back of her skull bumps against something hard and cold with damp as she cranes her neck around, trying to get her bearings, and she can bend her wrists just enough to confirm that those are chains wrapped around them above her head. it's still too dark to see but she can smell salty air, mildew and rust, hear the vague murmur of the ocean; her body feels sore and stiff all over but she can't have been hanging here long. her shoulders haven't started hurting the way she knows they can.

something moves within the shadows ahead, and nami deliberately keeps her breathing even as footsteps get closer to her. the person reaches the wall to her left and pries something away— a plank, she realises, as moonlight starts spilling through the barred window and the face of her visitor is thrown into sharp relief.

the man is pale, slim to the point of being gaunt with a greasy, grimy quality about him; she presses her teeth together as he slinks forward and clasps his hands behind his back and cocks his head.

“cat-burglar nami,” he begins, beady eyes blinking. "tell us your plans."

her eyebrows go up in a flash, lips pinching in bemusement. getting right to business, are we? "we don't have any," she laughs, and chokes when a fist sinks into her gut.

she admits that she hadn’t expected that as she sputters, coughing as her lungs burn. people usually work up to it; a little bit more forceful questioning and a couple of threats against, say, anything and everything she’s ever loved, and then she’d figure they’d start punching. this man, or whoever he represents— they’re desperate.

and he just proves her right, god, men are so predictable. "what do you mean, you don't have any?" he spits, jagged nails digging in as he grabs her chin forcefully.

nami chuckles again, weak huffs that make her chest heave. her shoulders are starting to ache. “we see someone that needs help and we help them. we don't plan anything."

another swing, straight to her solar plexus. "where's your crew?"

"you don’t… interrogate people often, do you?” she wheezes, and holds her breath as his fist draws back again. the pain bites and then blooms across her cheek, blood-hot and thrumming like an infection, and she works her tongue between tooth and soft flesh, the pocket around her lower gums as she bares a grin and turns her head.

"where is your crew."

this time, when nami's laugh flutters from her mouth, blood goes with it. "here." she takes great pleasure at the fear that singes the edges of the man's face before he tries to blank it again. it’s not very effective. "they're here."

"impossible," he sneers. "we're on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere."

it’s false fucking bravado and it fills her with a sick sense of glee as she smirks at him through sweat-sticky lashes. "impossible's what we're best at, if you haven't noticed." she has no doubt that her nakama have already tracked her down. it’s a matter of time before luffy takes the roof off this place or sanji kicks the door down with a flaming leg.

the third possibility, well— this guy better hope it’s not zoro that comes for her.

she watches as the man digs into his pocket, his breathing harsh. “fine.” the brass knuckles he slips over his fingers gleam in the low light, a pretty polished bronze, and nami’s mouth goes dry. “you don’t wanna tell me? fine.”

all she knows for a while after that is pain. hell, she’d never even been beaten this badly under arlong’s thumb, and aside from the occasional swat to the wrist her mother hadn’t hit her either. this, though— it’s slam after slam of metal into her gut with a hand pinning her shoulder to the wall. her entire body shuts down for a moment when the hard edges jab into her liver, and she chokes back a scream when she feels her ribs snap seconds after she hears them break.

the air feels too thick when he finally pulls back, damp with her own breath, her body hot all over and shivery with pain. this isn’t an interrogation— this is someone taking out their frustrations, and it’s confusing because she doesn’t even know one, who this guy is and two, what they did to warrant such a violent retribution because, and she reiterates, she has no idea who the fuck this guy is. if it turns out that he’s just a nobody who got too ballsy she is going to be relieved but so, so mad.

her entire body’s starting to feel like one big bruise. the joints of her arms burn as she tries to lift herself up, to take some weight off her shoulders, but a cold chill settles in the pit of her stomach when she sees the glint of metal. something else, as if the knuckles weren’t enough— silver this time, sharp and liquid, and she is gonna throw luffy in the godsdamned ocean for taking his own sweet fucking time because where the hell are they.

her new personal annoyance breathes a huff of a laugh as he slowly drags the knife down the front of her blouse (and thank god she’d decided to wear one today), grazing over the shiny buttons until there's a soft snck and the dull sound of the very last one clattering to the floor. "still not talking?”

…okay, that's it. time to get out of here. "fuck you," she says loudly, turning her face towards the window so her voice carries even as she keeps her eyes on the leering bastard in front of her. hello? she wants to yell, the voice in her head steeped in annoyance and fringed in just the tiniest bit of anxiety. i needed backup in here ten minutes ago? ring ring? anyone there?

she can see the looks on her crewmates’ faces. luffy would have that big sheepish grin on, one hand pressed to the top of his hat on his head as she reams him out for their tardiness before he blames it on zoro, the swordsman looking off to the side with a hand on his hilts, in a stubborn sulk.

the knife digs into her cheekbone, grimy fingers squishing her face, and nami grins as she chokes out the first name that comes to mind, under her breath and half-mouthed. "zoro."

he's here, she's sure. her crew is already here and he’ll hear her, he always does. she can feel it in her bones, in the blood that's dripping from her chin, because zoro's never let any of them down. he’s one of the first people who had understood the weight of guilt and unwanted responsibility crushed onto her shoulders, even through her betrayal, and he’d fought for her freedom without hesitation. he won't let anything happen to her. luffy wouldn't, sanji wouldn't, usopp wouldn't— they're gonna get her out of here and then she’s gonna see these bastards burned to the fucking ground.

nami’s a pretty thing, she knows. all short skirts and slender hands and freckled skin but she packs a punch, and she can take one too. she’s held out this long and she can do longer if need be.

she isn’t afraid to ask for help anymore, either— not since then, that faraway time when she’d pushed metal through the only physical evidence of her ties to the man who she’d nursed so much hatred for, hatred that she’d turned into strength.

the man pushes her face away and the tip of the knife nicks across her skin, a shallow slice down to the right side of her upper lip and then the knife is moving, a bright flash of silver, and her voice breaks when it stabs right into her shoulder.

it fucking burns. the tip wedges between the joint, slowly snapping cartilage as the man twists it with a cackle, and she seethes through her teeth. luffy had taught her that strength was asking for help. that admitting that you need someone to save you, if only in that moment, is the bravest thing anyone could do. zoro had taught her to wield it like a weapon, to withstand the strongest of the storms of her own creation—

and she grins, now, as the blade cuts through her flesh and blood drips into her mouth, eyes wild. “zoro!”

the knife drives deeper into her shoulder, white-hot. "cry all you want. they won't get here in time."

that pain is a reminder that she is alive.

her core tenses as she kicks off the wall and drives her boot into the man's gut, heel slamming into his spleen— it winds him enough that he doubles over gasping and nami smiles painfully wide, a wild, vindictive thing. "fuck. you."

“you’re gonna regret that, bitch,” he hisses, and he’s shaking, trembling as he drags himself upright and nami knows that by the gods, he’s only human and she’ll kick him again. she’ll kick him as many times as it takes. sanji would be so proud.

she huffs a laugh, mean and low and raw as she presses her cheek against her bicep and lets her head tip down. she’ll rest, just for a little while before she gets back to fighting and clawing like a bat out of hell. something flickers at the edges of her vision, warm orange bleeding into the peripheral even through her lowered lashes and a soft, whispering crackle that carries on the breeze, smelling of ash— fire. a resounding boom shakes the walls and the man’s head snaps to the window, to say something or maybe to yell—

nami doesn’t get the chance to find out before a blade cleaves him clean in two.

the vertical halves of his body stay frozen for a split second before they slide apart and crumple into a mess of pink and ivory, slick red on the rough-hewn floor. wado gleams wickedly in the moonlight as zoro flicks the gore off her blade, shining silver streaked with the same blood that drips from the swordsman’s face.

“witch,” he grits out, eyes blazing beneath his bandana as he pushes a seething breath through his teeth, and there’s clear worry in the way he uses the side of his hand to push her sweaty bangs off her face and tilt her head up. it reminds her of her mother checking her forehead for fever, and she almost laughs. “you good?”

nami’s eyes burn as she stares at him tiredly. “no. i’m not fucking good,” she deadpans. “get me down.”

sparks shower down above her head as zoro cuts through the chain stringing her up, and her stomach swoops when she drops before an arm catches her around the waist. she cries out as it hits her ribs directly and zoro swears, his sword clattering— and then nami's world tilts as she's leaned carefully against the wall and zoro's face swims into view.

"hands out."

"what took so long?" she snaps weakly, trying to catch her breath. her hair bunches against the wet, grimy stone, and now that there's nothing to worry about she almost gags.

"they weren't completely stupid. took a while to find you," zoro grits, voice tight, before his face softens. "now put your hands out."

it's a struggle to lift them but she manages, albeit with her arms lopsided. the iron shackles around her wrists and rusted and heavy, tight enough that the skin of her wrists is itching, and her arms ache something fierce as zoro slices through the short chain connecting them and then eases his blade through the scarce gap between metal and skin to pop them open one by one.

she hears a cannon boom again. franky, probably— the walls shake and all of a sudden she’s aware of the raw relief coursing through her system, so much that it hurts, like blood rushing back to a limb. she’s lightheaded with it. or perhaps that’s… something else, she ponders faintly, as a knee buckles underneath her and zoro hauls her up before she can fall.

"just hang on, witch, i've got you,” she hears him murmur, squinting at him in the orange light as she’s lifted horizontal, an arm below her back and one beneath her knees.

her own arm flops uselessly, blood soaking her sleeve and collecting in the crease of her elbow. nami reaches up to find purchase and digs her manicured nails into the swordsman’s trapezium. "zoro."

a pause in movement as he looks down. "hm?"

she pulls herself up enough (or pulls him down enough, she can’t tell) to look him in the eye and says, low and dangerous, "i can't do it myself right now, so— give them hell, but don’t kill them. make an example of them. make them a warning.” the last word is spoken quiet enough that she can barely hear it herself, and zoro’s eyes are deadly serious. “death’s a privilege i don’t want them having just yet."

she can tell that the idea doesn't sit well with him; he bristles like an angry cat and his nostrils flare, but she knows he understands when he jerks a nod at her all the same as they step through the busted door and past piles of bodies, all the way out until they’re graced by the last smears of yolk-orange sun across the sky.

somewhere, luffy laughs.

nami shifts and as far as she can see, her crew is going fucking ham. she watches usopp shoot a man point-blank in the face with something that explodes in a shower of red dust and sends him twitching to the ground. another guy goes flying as jinbei quite literally throws him, and a whole row of goons get slammed into a crumbling wall as her captain swings his arm.

“cook!” zoro roars over her head, and it’s barely a second before sanji’s cutting a path towards them, kicking enemies out of the way left, right and centre before he stops right in front of nami.

his mouth parts in a silent question even as his eyes grow stormy blue with anger, face darkening when his gaze locks with zoro’s, and neither of them need to say anything. sanji just nods, solemn, before zoro carefully hands her off and makes sure she’s settled. wado sings as he pulls her out of her scabbard, and he’s relatively out of sight with a spray of coppery red.

nami swallows, suddenly very aware of her dry throat as her temple thumps down on his shoulder, and she gets the sudden ridiculous urge to apologise for her half-dried blood dirtying his suit.

“none of that,” he hushes, and fuck, she must be more out of it than she realised if she’s speaking out loud. sanji chuckles tightly. “you're alright, my dear. we've got you now."

she cranes her neck slightly to check her immediate field of vision, counting off mentally. "where’s everyone else?"

"taking care of things." an elegant hand appears and curls around her broken ribs, making sure they don't jostle as robin walks calmly into view. her beautiful face is serene. “they hurt one of ours. nobody except our crew is walking out of this place.”

nami blinks at her, limbs leaden, eyes narrowing with an irritated sigh as she cradles her injured shoulder against her body. “somebody better get my fucking clima-tact.”

she passes out.

*

the world is a soft blur when nami wakes, like she’s seeing things through dandelion fluff. or pain meds. probably pain meds. she knows she’s in chopper’s infirmary; the smell of antiseptic is painfully sterile, and she is glad of it. she vaguely remembers being carried in, sanji’s voice pitched low, someone sponging the blood from her skin as chopper’s hooves carefully prodded her torso.

the mattress dimples under her fingers and she jerks a little at the sound of slippers pattering towards her, cutting off abruptly with a yelp and a few hissed words. luffy’s hat is lopsided, gleaming in the afternoon sun.

she slips back into unconsciousness with a smile on her face.

*

the next time she comes too, she’s still in the infirmary. she doesn’t open her eyes just yet— soft breathing fills her ears, slightly raspy, a soothing rumble like the earth itself is shifting. she knows it’s zoro. it couldn’t be anyone else.

sure enough, the swordsman is asleep next to her pallet, squished into a chair that’s slightly too small with his arms crossed and his chin dipped to his chest.

nami coughs loudly, immediately regretting it as her chest and shoulder flares with pain, and then deciding that it’s worth it when zoro nearly tumbles out of his seat.

they stare at each other for a while. nami raises an eyebrow after three seconds of zoro being wide-eyed and open-mouthed. “how long was i out?”

the swordsman recovers himself with a swallow and a hand scrubbed through his hair. “not long. it’s the second morning after.”

she hums. “who were they?”

“a bunch of idiots who got lucky. we just jumped in and beat the shit outta them like usual.”

a muscle twitches in her forehead because god, they really were just idiots with balls too big for their pants. “and where are they?”

“marooned on that island, s’far as anyone’s concerned. luffy and franky turned their ship to splinters.” the grin that tugs at the corner of his mouth is a feral, satisfied thing. “ain’t no way they’re going anywhere anyway, even if they still had a boat. probably can’t even get their sorry asses off the sand. we didn’t kill them—” he says before she can get a word in edgewise, and nami closes her mouth, “but they’re closer to death than life, that’s for damn sure.”

a second’s pause, before she deems the answer satisfactory. “the others?”

“resting. or on watch.”

and it sounds to her for once like there’s nobody rootling around in the kitchens. “awfully quiet, no?”

zoro huffs a laugh, knowing what she means immediately. “the cook told luff to keep it down.”

both her brows go up at that. their captain is not one usually inclined to keep it down. “surprised he listened.”

“he does what he wants.” zoro shrugs, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “and he wants you to get better, so he listened.”

maybe it really is the simplest thing in the world. luffy is simultaneously layers upon layers and one thin sheet. he is so much and yet still so simple in the way that he cares. nami takes stock for the first time, vision widening to encompass the rest of the room. it’s early morning, early enough that the top of the sky is still dyed dark, pale blue and pink streaking the rest. her body aches all over, concentrated in her shoulder and ribs, bandages looped in layers beneath the soft, loose shirt that she’s pretty sure is sanji’s. there are dark circles smudged under zoro’s eyes and his hair is loose. her clima-tact sits on the table nearby, as does—

luffy’s hat glows in the early dawn, individual strands lighting up like spun gold. it’s old and battered and worn thin. it makes nami’s heart feel warm.

“sorry."

she blinks, turning back to zoro to find him with his head bowed, hands clenched tightly in his lap. “…hey."

"i'm sorry," he says again, taking a deep breath that shifts his massive shoulders as he sits back. "we should've gotten there sooner. they shouldn't have been able to get to you at all—"

"hey." nami pushes a palm against the mattress to sit up before the pain makes her decide against it, grimacing. "don't be stupid. you got there before anything happened."

zoro's eyes are blazing when he finally looks up. "that's bullshit. the fact that they got you at all is—” he bites off his words, chest rising with a measured inhale that she suspects doesn’t help much. “and something happened, witch. a lot happened. you're bruised half to hell. they broke your ribs. your shoulder—"

"will be fine," she stresses, rolling onto her uninjured side to face him.

“your face.”

“superficial.” nami reaches up to press her fingers over the bandage on her cheek, feeling the silhouette of stitches beneath. unbothered by the way zoro’s seething. “our doctor’s one of the best. at worse, now luffy and i match.”

“you’re missing the point,” zoro grits, fists and teeth clenched so hard they both creak. “this wasn’t supposed to happen. nothing like this. not with me around.”

she knows her physical injuries aren’t all he’s talking about. knows he’d noticed the missing button on her shirt. knows that it’s guilt that’s eating him up inside, staining his undereyes the same purple as her bruises and putting that haunted look on his face.

nami sighs. zoro's a dumbass on a good day and he's got the emotional awareness of a brick wall, but of course he has to get this of all things.

she says it sarcastically in her head, but the thought makes her want to curl up and cry. the way he’s staring at her, wide-eyed and waiting for her judgement, makes something in her ache so fondly that she sniffs before she looks down.

he looks his age, for once. not a child anymore but also barely a man. too young to have so much weight on his shoulders, but aren’t they all? the words would be easy to say. it’s not your fault. don’t beat yourself up over it.

but mercy towards himself a language in which zoro is still not yet fluent, so for now she’ll defer to a more familiar tongue. "i'm fine. promise,” she mutters, looking down like she doesn’t mean it with everything she has. like she wouldn’t say anything to make him feel just a little better. “but you keep up with this attitude and i'll add to you debt."

he sputters, weak but still incredulous. "i just saved you, you witch."

"so?" she swallows her heart as she arches a brow. "you didn't do it fast enough. what's your point?"

"you're a tyrant," he breathes, rolling his eyes and huffing a loud breath as he looks away.

nami smirks. "a tyrant who budgets for your liquor with our beri, might i remind you. now go get your cook to make me a snack."

"he's not my cook!" zoro hisses, half in shock, getting up on reflex like a startled animal to yank the door open and storm out.

nami can’t help it— she laughs as tears spill hot down her cheeks, and she swipes them away so her bandage stays dry. it feels so good to be able to banter like this again. she hears her crew now, their voices rising and falling as zoro breaks the news, the cheers going up against the still morning air; it warms her through like fire on a brisk winter’s day. the gauze wound around her torso restricts her movement, but nami eases herself back down into the pillows with a sigh and let the noise of her nakama wash over her.

it soothes the ache. they always do.

(zoro returns within ten minutes with a slice of tangerine cheesecake and a mug of rich, creamy chocolate. sanji's drawn a spiky, frowning mossball on the top with milk foam, and she giggles when she looks up and zoro's making the exact same expression.)

(later, before the sun is even properly up in the sky, her crew curls around her in the tiny room she’s temporarily calling her own. they sit on every available surface and take up every available space, in the infirmary, in her heart; luffy’s cross-legged at the foot of the bed, beaming at her with a mouth full of chocolate biscuit. robin’s hands lift her hair off the nape of her neck. franky’s knitting some sort of sweater with yarn that’s coincidentally her favourite colour, and jinbei’s voice is deep and calming as he chats quietly with brook.

zoro stands, a silent sentinel by the door, arms crossed and brow lowered, and when she catches his eye his face softens.

“you gonna stand there all day?” she asks, brow arching in expectation, and she scoots over to make space for him to squeeze in next to sanji by her hip. their lack of squabbling does not escape her notice, but she’s not about to look a gift horse in the mouth— she’ll enjoy her peace and save it for another day.

and there will be another day. she’s planning on sailing with this crew for a long, long time.)

(even later, after everybody else has filed out of the room, zoro remains by her hip. his face is shadowed and unreadable.

“they should have died for what they did to you,” he says, low and soft. not tightly, no, not when she’d already told him it wasn’t what she wanted— not a protest. just a statement.

“you already bisected the one who did it first-hand,” she hums with her thumb shoved halfway through the middle of a tangerine, oil misting into the air, pith gathered beneath her nails as she pries it apart. “isn’t that enough?”

zoro doesn’t look up as he shakes his head, hands clasped in his lap, and nami feels something in her chest soften because zoro, for every good thing he is, has never been one to address how much he cares, and this— this allowance, however indirect, for her— it means a lot. it means everything.

his head snaps up with a frown as the piece of rind she throws smacks him square between the brows, staring down at the slice of fruit she offers him next like it’s something alien.

he shoves it in his mouth anyway, and she bites back a laugh.

they don’t say much more. they don’t need to.)

[vinsmokewife]

begging you

day 15 of a very zosan centric kinktober - dubcon

Sanji is in quaratine until his heat cycle finishes for his own safety. Zoro finds himself drawn to his room due to the smell coming from it. A very heat intoxiacated Sanji begs him to mate him and Zoro cannot say no.

tw as this is dubcon. it wasn't the ABO fic I wanted to write but I am thinking of writing a proper fanfic but it's on the list for when kinktober is over.

this can be read as being opla as it is set before they get chopper

So funny thing about being on a pirate ship with no doctor is that things can start to go downhill fast. This is especially true when one of your crewmates doesn’t inform people that they are an omega who relies on suppressants to keep their heats at bay. 

This was true for Sanji who didn’t feel the need to tell his crew that he was an omega that took suppressants to stop himself from going into heat. Maybe he was too caught up in the moment to realise what he had not told the others. He was the only omega on ship. Although gender roles would tell you otherwise, Nami is a beta. So is Luffy for that matter. Luffy didn’t actually see the whole problem. Usopp and Zoro on the other hand were alpha’s and saw a slight issue with Sanji not informing the others of this. 

Well, it kind of interferes with them. See, they didn’t have to worry about the real possibility that everyone living in close proximity might cause a reaction of natural instincts, especially since everyone is so close together. Well, until now, they were all sleeping in the same room.  

It was decided that either until they reach somewhere with a doctor, or the heat wears off, Sanji would have to quarantine from everyone else. See, a doctor would be able to fix this up. 

It had caused a little bit of discomfort among the crew...apart from Luffy and Nami who weren’t bothered or affected by it. Nami had to basically play messenger between the two parties. The other problem was food. Sanji couldn’t cook under quarantine. 

Usopp appeared to not be overly affected by it. Edgy, as he didn’t want to do anything that was out of pocket. He ended up distracting himself with making new weapons in a room far away from the quarantine room.  

Zoro on the other hand liked to stay on the upper deck. Problem was, he couldn’t get away from the smell. Heats all smelt different. Pheromones were different depending on the person. Sanji’s pheromones smelt...sweet. Like baking or like sweets were just coming out of the oven. Zoro, every time he had to get a waft of it wanted to follow the scent and... now, he had to resist the urge. It’s just a biological response. 

He overheard Nami talking about Sanji to Luffy who, despite not actually understanding the situation, was concerned that Sanji was under the weather and well...apparently, he was not doing too well.  Which is an unfortunate part of being an Omega... when your biological needs are not being met, your body punishes you for not meeting those urges. Zoro doesn’t know what that’s like obviously but...it sounded like hell. 

Still, every time Nami came up from quarantine, she brought that smell with her. The sweet cake like smell. It was quite faint now, but he could imagine it was rather...pungent downstairs. 

He had to find out...for curiosity sake. It wasn’t as if he was going into the room. So, he made the decision to go further downstairs into the basement and he was right, there was a very close pungent smell of cakes and sweets. Zoro tried to make his foots quiet as he approaches the door. He knew that Sanji would be behind that door. He approaches the door quietly and, in the silence, something cut through the air. He listened to the sound a little more and it sounded like...sounds of discomfort.  

Zoro knew better than to let some silly urges get in the way. He didn’t even like Sanji all that much anyway. But an omega was an omega, and his alpha side was urging him to do what he was supposed to do and breed the omega inside...which he couldn’t do but his feet wouldn’t move. He was glued to the floor. 

He couldn’t listen to this anymore. If he did, he was going to do something that he knew himself he shouldn’t do but his body would not allow him to move. 

Turning, he went to walk away when he heard the door open. He froze. 

“Nami? Is that you?” 

He hadn’t heard Sanji’s voice for a day now and it definitely sounded nothing like how it was before. His voice sounded so hoarse before. Zoro stopped in his tracks. It would be easier to ignore him and walk away but his alpha side couldn’t do that so he answered against his best judgement 

“No. It’s me,” Zoro’s voice hitched but only slightly, “I was just coming to see if you were okay...” 

Bullshit and Sanji probably knew it. When did he ever check on him when he was injured? Not out of any malice or anything but they respected each other to know that they would both be okay when something bad happened. There was a beat of a silence before Zoro knew that Sanji probably knew that he was coming down here based on his urges and Zoro suddenly felt a bit of annoyance at himself. He was better than this.  

“I... can see the answer anyway...I’m going back up-”  

As Zoro was turning to leave, he could hear the door opening more and that waft of pheromones got stronger. He held his breath in that moment. 

“Y-you don’t have to go...why don’t you come inside?” 

Zoro knew himself that this wasn’t wise. As soon as he ends up in Sanji’s room, it will be a death trap for both of them. He won’t be able to hold his urges and he will do something he regrets. Although, he wonders if Sanji is thinking the same. The strong smell of pheromones and the way Sanji was inviting him into his room...was this an invitation? 

“I don’t know how wise that would be. You...You know what I am, don’t you?” 

Sanji didn’t answer for a second. Zoro turned around and was only met with the door slightly opened and he wasn’t outside. Neither of them would cross the threshold of the door. 

“You...You’ve made things worse by coming down here. I could smell you when you decided to come down here,”  

Zoro didn’t realise he was giving off such a strong scent either. He didn’t know what to say in response other than, “Sorry...I didn’t realise I was-” 

“If you leave me now, you’re just going to make things worse for me,” Sanji replied. There was a hint of desperation inside of his voice. He sounded a little...intoxicated actually. Like he wasn’t himself, but Zoro knew he hadn’t had a drop of alcohol. Was it all the pheromones between the two men? “You’re going to have to come in and...” 

No. Don’t say it. 

Zoro did the only thing he could which was turn a heel back and head towards the door, “Do you hear yourself? You are about to ask me of all people to...mate with you?” Zoro stood outside the door but again, didn’t cross the threshold, “This is insane and your own fault. Why didn’t you tell us? You knew you were travelling with two alphas on board. Why would you endanger yourself like this?” 

Again, a beat of silence as Sanji was likely thinking about what to say to him. He doubted that Sanji had much ability right now. It was...known the Omegas tend to become intoxicated with their need to mate. He didn’t think that Sanji actually probably even wanted this right now. Zoro wasn’t even sure if he wanted too either.  

“I’m sorry! I didn’t think about this! Fuck, I don’t need you to lecture me. You can barely stay away from me like this...” Sanji groaned in a moment of clarity, but it went away quickly, “Your smell is just going to linger here. I’m going to be in absolute hell if you don’t do something about it. Please, Zoro. I’m begging you,” 

The door opened more, and it was the first time that Zoro got a look at the man in question. Sanji looked...bedraggled. He looked tired and his skin looked red. He looked like he would be hot to touch. He looked like he’d been rolling in bed doing God knows what. Most importantly he just didn’t look like himself... 

He reached out for Zoro who just stared at him as if he was a ghost or something. Sanji’s hand, which was hold, held onto his arms and made a pulling motion. 

“You want to breed me. You’re an alpha. I know you want to. Please...I’m so tired,”  

Zoro felt himself at at a crossroad. He knew that Sanji likely wasn’t himself and if he did breed him, Sanji would likely come to his senses and be mad at him. However, he could see that Sanji just wanted relief and... 

Wait...why is he considering it? And why were his feet taking him into the room? 

As Zoro went into the room, the smell hit him in an overwhelming capacity. It smelt of Sanji, but also smelt of the undeniable smell of slick and sweat which turned him on. God, he was turned on. It was the first time he noticed how heavy his knot felt in his pants. 

“Have you...ever bred an omega?” Oh, look at that, Sanji was removing his clothes now. Well, it wasn’t like he was wearing much anyway. A bed shirt was all he seemed to be wearing which he was now taking off.  

Zoro shook his head, “Never.” 

Sanji looked at him before replying, “I’ve never been bred. So that makes two of us,” 

Zoro could only help but stare at Sanji. He’d never seen the blonde like this. He’d never even considered seeing him like this. Sanji was a pain; a nuisance who threw himself at women and yet, he was an omega. Now, Zoro was seeing him differently and right now...he knew he was done for. His knot was too heavy for him to back out. 

“Are you just going to stare at me?” Sanji’s tone went to its usual annoyed, but he seemed to be flushed from Zoro’s eyes baring holes into him. Sanji sat on the edge of the bed and spread his legs which.... oh shit. Zoro’s eyes at once went to that slicked hole. Sanji was rock hard, but slick covered his thighs and made him very...inviting, “Or are you going to breed me?” 

Zoro took a second before beginning to undo his pants. Sanji watched in absolute delight as Zoro’s cock sprung out. He was huge with an even bigger and heavier knot at the base. Any Omega would die for an alpha with such a knot.  

“I... Are you sure...?”  

Once they started, there was no going back, and Zoro was of sound mind to know that. Sanji was not behaving himself and he knew that all he wanted right now was to make sure he wasn’t taking advantage of him...but when he was begging and looking so delectable... 

“Fuck. Are you going to keep hesitating or are you going to fuck me?” But apparently Sanji was becoming impatient with him, so Zoro approached the Omega and grabbed his legs and hoisted them over his shoulder before leaning in and teasing the head of his cock against Sanji’s wet hole which.... he then pushed in. 

“Ah- Alpha~”  

Being that Sanji was so wet, it made this a whole lot easier for Zoro and a whole lot nicer. Zoro couldn’t contain the moan that came from him when he nestled himself in that slick hole. He couldn’t believe that no one had wanted to mate with Sanji before. Even though Zoro had absolutely no one to compare him to, Sanji felt amazing around his cock. Tight and wrapped around him nicely. As if Sanji was made for his cock. 

Zoro pulled his cock back only to push it back in again. This was it. This would be the end for him. There was no way he’d ever be able to go back from this. His rhythm became fast and hard. He would threaten to slip his knot back in but then would pull himself back out. Zoro had his face buried in Sanji’s shoulder as his hips fucked him with wild abandon. He hadn’t realised it yet, but Sanji had wrapped his arms around Zoro’s back to keep him there and didn’t want to let him go. Every now and then, Zoro would bare his teeth against Sanji’s shoulder.  

If it wasn’t for the fact he was already doing something that dubious, he would have sunk his teeth into Sanji’s shoulder, but he knew the importance of doing such a thing. That was an act of claiming someone as your own and he knew for a fact that this right here was already pushing it too far. 

“That’s it...good Omega...taking my cock like this...think you can take this big knot too?” Zoro grunted against Sanji’s ear as his hips went faster and faster, the sound of loud slapping and moaning being the only thing between them There was nothing that would be able to take Zoro away from Sanji. He was going to breed him if he had anything to say anything about it.  

“You’re going to look so good with my babies...” Zoro groaned into Sanji’s ear. He knew in reality that neither of them likely wanted to have children but the fact that neither of them were using any protection. Sanji was at serious risk of having his babies...and why did Zoro love that, “I’m going to fill you up so full so you’re going to fucking have my babies..” 

“Ah! Alpha...” Sanji groaned throwing his head back, “Please... I want your knot...” It wasn’t long until he cried out and clenched his hole around Zoro’s cock, milking him and pulling him in more which meant that Zoro had no choice but to give Sanji what he wanted by pushing his large knot inside Sanji’s hole which made Sanji cry out more. 

Zoro groaned as he began to fill Sanji with his hot cum. His knot now kept them together as Sanji collapsed against the bed. Zoro rested his head against Sanji’s shoulder as the pair of them panted together. Zoro moved so he could go on the bed and pull Sanji close to him so they were together...and totally not so he could hold him. That alpha instinct made him want to hold Sanji, protect him while they were together.  

Because of that, he kissed Sanji’s hair and wrapped his arms around him, “Good Omega...good,” 

[v1smokewife]

say yes to heaven

the final day of my zosan centric kinktober - free day

The only way that Zoro will accept Sanji's apology is if Sanji will accept his punishment.

“The truth is...that I love you,” 

Sanji thought that perhaps Zoro was bluffing him when he said he didn’t want to see him again. This wasn’t the first time that Zoro threatened something like this but in Sanji’s heart, the moment that Zoro told him he didn’t want to see him again, he knew there was something wrong. Zoro, this time, made good on his word. He never wanted to see Sanji again...and unless the crew was around, he never saw Sanji again.   

Sanji saw him at the dinner table, but Zoro made no effort to talk to him. In fact, zoro made every possible moment two avoid Sanji. At first Sanji didn't care and he went about his day. Screw that stupid swordsman. Sanji had to attend to the beautiful Nami and Robin anyway who he cared about and was much more attracted to than Zoro. 

Or so he thought. As the days went on, Sanji began to feel as if he missed Zorro. It was subtle at first. He missed when him and Zoro used to fool around. However, it began to hurt Sanji that Zoro was ignoring him. Zoro didn’t look at him. So, Sanji confronted Zoro in the gym. 

Sanji didn’t know why he had said it. Maybe he thought that if he confessed his love for Zoro now, they could go back to normal. They could go back to being friends with benefits and have a comfortable and mutually beneficial relationship. That was the hope in his head when he stood there in front of Zoro who as normal, looked utterly unreadable. It was like when Zoro was dishing out a punishment or something when he tried to look neutral. 

Sanji was about to say something...anything to break up the silence between them before Zoro spoke up. 

“Prove it. Let me punish you,” 

Sanji couldn’t help but blink in return. “What?” 

“You did an awful thing to me. The best way to apologise is by letting me punish you,” Zoro crossed his arms. Sanji hoped he was joking that Zoro was just joking but Zoro looked deadly serious, patting the table. Great. He confesses his love to Zoro and what does he get... a spanking session. He’s never doing a nice thing for him ever again.  

But...he was kind of an asshole to Zoro and he wants to prove himself that he’s a better man. So, he sighs and gives Zoro one last look before leaning over the counter he told him to. 

“You better make it worth my-” 

Before Sanji could even finish that sentence, Zoro pulled his trousers down and pants before landing a loud smack onto one of his cheeks. It fucking hurt. It hurt like a bitch. He wasn’t even ready for Zoro and yet, all of Zoro’s emotions were held in that slap and Zoro made sure it hurt. It was a punishment and he wouldn’t stop until Sanji was black and blue for what’s he’s done to him these past couple of days. 

"Shut up and take it,” He gave a particularly brutal spank which made Sanji grip the couter even harder. A couple of times he did this; he did this repeatedly until Sanji’s ass was bright red. Although this was supposed to be a serious moment, how pretty did the blonde look with a bright red ass. Zoro barely took notice of the blonde’s expression when he noticed the speckling of tears in his eyes. He couldn’t bring himself to really care about tears right now. It was mean but... 

“You’re such a goddamn brat,” 

The last hit was particularly hard. Landed more on thighs rather than his ass and there was a handprint already forming. Maybe Zoro was being a little mean but it was well deserved. It was cruel, boarderline nasty but Sanji could take it...and he wasn’t saying no. 

“You’re such a fucking slut...” The words were whispered but it a tone that was almost aggressive. Looking at Sanji and noticed that his cock was hard. Zoro smacked him once again, right where Sanji would feel it in his cock, “You’re pathetic cook. How could you ever deny liking this...liking ME when you’re getting all working up over being spanked...” 

“Ngh... Zoro...” Sanji’ pushed himself back to which Zoro just laughed, spanking him once again. Normally, this would have been the part when Zoro would bend Sanji over and fuck him until he was screaming but Zoro needed something more...he needed to truly give Sanji a hard time... take what he wanted. 

“Fuck...I need to fuck your mouth...” 

Before Sanji could do anything about it, Zoro grabbed him and forced him onto his knees. Sanji, albeit still in the annoyed state of is this what I get for confessing my love? Just let Zoro do what he wanted. Zoro’s hand went to trace Sanji’s lips, parting his lips with his thumb. As much as he liked to spank Sanji, he enjoyed fucking his mouth. Sanji was always too delicate and clean for his liking. Zoro liked it a bit more dirty; tears, spit and cum covering his face. He wanted to ruin Sanji right now. 

Was this retribution? It was hard to read in his face and when Sanji looked up into his face, it was hard to tell what Zoro was thiknking. It was hard to tell if Zoro was actually going to forgive him or not. Sanji reached out but his hand was quickly slapped away. 

“Keep your hands to yourself, cook,” Zoro said as he grabbed the blonde hair and pulled Sanji’s face towards the bulge in his pants. “You don’t deserve this...you’re so goddamn pathetic... after what you’ve done, this is mercy,” 

Sanji only let out a groan in response. Normally he hated stuff like this but was Zoro acting the way he was and how he was kind of an asshole to him, Sanji accepted this as his mouth ran over Zoro’s clothed cock. However, Zoro pulled his head back and slapped Sanji across the face hard.  

“Nasty,”  

Sanji wasn’t expecting that. So, he didn’t notice when Zoro undid his trousers and shoved his cock into Sanji’s parted move which surprised Sanji when it happened. He didn’t even wait for Sanji to be finished adjusting to the size of his throat when he started to use his throat the way he wanted to. Grabbing the back of Sanji’s neck, he started to fuck at his mouth, his balls slapping against his chin.  

It was weird that he didn’t consider how Sanji looked at the moment. Zoro looked down to see how Sanji looked at the current moment. There were tears in his eyes; his eyes were glazed over in absolute. He didn’t know why...but he then spat in his face...because spit would make it look better, right? 

But, Sanji didn’t seem to hate this...enjoyed it as much as Zoro enjoyed it.  

But Zoro didn’t think about that as he grunted with the feel of it. One hand reached to grab a fist full of hair before thrusting his cock in and out of Sanji’s mouth.  He could see the bulge of his cock in Sanji’s neck which turned him on even more. The sound of the man below him gagging out too... all these sounds and sights were sending him to new places and Zoro realised something in that moment. 

He loved Sanji too...and he forgave him. He wouldn’t be without him. He’d die without him. 

“Fuck...” Zoro panted through baited breaths. Zoro pulled his cock out of Sanji’s mouth for a breath moment, he slaps his cock on Sanji’s face. Normally this would really annoy Sanji but at this current moment, Sanji was probably too far into this to care about the specifics. It wasn’t as if Sanji didn’t know what the safe word was anyway.... 

He drags his cock across his face, letting drool spread across the cook’s face before he going back in. There are tears streaming down Sanji’s face from trying not to gag but still no sign of a safe word or signal yet, so he continues. He fucks his throat with wild abandon.    

“This is how you should be...this is how I like to see you...a pathetic little fuckdoll all for me,” 

And Sanji moaned in response... 

All Zoro wanted to do was finish in his throat... or even on his face. How cute with Sanji look being fucked while he had cum, spit and tears on his face? That would be absolutely bliss. Fuck it, he’s going to do that right now. 

“Fuck!” 

Pulling his cock out of Sanji’s mouth and started pumping his cock. Sanji tried to take some breaths and felt his head feeling a little bit out of it which is why it was a bit of a surprise to him when he felt white strips of hot cum hit his face...almost in his eyes. In a moment of sanity, Zoro wanted to change his mind and clean his face but...he was trying to prove a point. 

Once Zoro had finished, he looked down at Sanji and tilted his head. The sight of the cum, tears and spit on his face made him feel...giddy. He was getting hard all over again. 

“Had enough?”  

Zoro’s hand was gentle for once, carding his hands through his hair. Sanji didn’t say anything, instead just rubbed his eyes away from this cum from his eyes before looking up at him. 

“Not on your life.” 

Zoro could only laugh. “Fine,” 

He grabbed Sanji by his neck next pulled him up onto the bench with a bit of a thump. There unfortunately wasn’t any lube in the room but that wouldn’t stop him. His cock was wet with saliva and once he had Sanji on his back with his legs spread, he spat on his hole, watching it run down. He leaned down and put his mouth on Sanji’s hole but only to get it all lubed up, sucking lightly on the rim but nothing more before he leaned back up. Had this been another time, he would have stayed there and licked his beautiful hole until Sanji was oversensitive. 

But no, he leaned back up and grabbed his cock and pressed the head against Sanji’s hole. Without warning, he pushed in without giving Sanji any time to adjust to him. Nice, smug, tight and Zoro missed this.  

He couldn’t imagine fucking anyone else other than Sanji. The blonde really infuriated him and behaved like a little brat around the others but in spaces like this where it was only the two of them, he got to see Sanji for what he truly was when he was bent over the counter like the bitch he was behaving like. He was going to fuck Sanji like he hated him no matter what. He was going to act in this moment that he despised Sanji. However, he realised it now. He loved Sanji. He needed Sanji and he never truly appreciated that until right now. Right now, when he’s ramming into him and watching his face. 

“I’m gonna fuck you...like the whore you are,” 

But did he really mean that? 

He always fucked Sanji liked he hated him, but the truth was always more complicated than what it seemed. Did he hate Sanji? He hated aspects of his personality and sometimes loathed who he could be around others but when it was the two of them, he forgot about all that sometime.    

Zoro grunted, wrapping his hand around Sanji’s neck. It wasn’t hard enough but he enjoyed the feeling of feeling the vibrations of Sanji’s moans against his hands. His hips didn’t felt but he could tell by the way that Sanji was moaning and pushing his hips against him, that he was close to cumming and honestly, so was Zoro. How could he not? Not when Sanji looks so fucked out and ready to cum. The spit, the cum and the drool covering that beautiful face. Feeling the vibrations through his hand... he was in paradise. 

THIS right here...was heaven. Simply. Heaven. 

“Come for me...come on, cook,” 

Sanji had no choice but to cum. Thrusting his hips upwards, pleasure spread itself through his waist at a rapid pace and he had no choice but to cum over his waist. Zoro was quick to follow suit, cumming deep inside of Sanji once and for all. 

They panted and panted for a moment. Sanji was fucked out and needed a little moment, but he was brought out of the moment with something wiping his face. It was Zoro with a tissue. He was wiping Sanji’s face. They didn’t say anything to each other. 

“I... love you too, Sanji,” 

Sanji. Zoro never called him by his name. 

“...You don’t have to lie to me,” Sanji looked away before taking the tissue away from to rub his face. Zoro sighed, sitting on the ground. 

“I mean it...I’m not trying to bullshit you. You’re a brat and you fucking piss me off...you really piss me off but I...” Zoro shook his head. He didn’t want to be sappy. “I love you. You said you loved me...can’t we just have this?” 

Sanji’s face would never be fully clean, and he’d never feel fully okay with this...but he’d try... 

“Fine. We’ll have...whatever this is.” Sanji reached in his jacket pocket, “Can we have a shower?”  

“Okay...let’s go clean up...” 

[laws-yellow-submarine]

Luffy’s Birthday (One-shot)

Hey, so, I remembered at the last minute that it’s Luffy’s birthday today, and considering my OC is related to him, I realized it’s a great opportunity to do a Hazel-centric one-shot! Woo! This isn’t canon to the fic, since technically Luffy’s birthday has already passed in canon, but if I had to place it on a timeline I’d say it takes place after Loguetown but before Reverse Mountain! This is mostly just me playing around with Eldest Daughter/Makeshift Mom feelings and how things might change when it’s no longer just them. Also it was a great opportunity to practice writing, both in general and more of the crew and Hazel’s interactions. Anyway, I’m rambling, so I’ll leave it at this: I hope you enjoy! And if you’re new and you want to see more of Hazel, check out my fic Together With Fruit on FF.Net and AO3!

Hazel snuck her way into the boys’ cabin, stepping carefully on her toes to avoid waking anyone. It was barely dawn, the sun barely peeking over the horizon, and she could only imagine the scolding she’d get if she was too loud. Though, of course, none of these guys were nearly as terrifying as her roommate.

She crept up to her brother’s hammock, narrowly avoiding being tripped by a sleeping body - seriously, did Zoro sleep so heavily he didn’t notice when he fell out of bed? The swordsman gave a snort as she stepped over him, causing the girl to roll her eyes fondly, and she stood on her tiptoes to peer over the edge of Luffy’s hammock. She supposed being made of rubber had its advantages, such as not being uncomfortable even when twisted like a pretzel in sleep. Hazel allowed herself a moment to marvel at just how big he’d gotten over the years; how despite being left to raise him herself, somehow she’d kept him alive for this long. She glanced at the crew behind her, sans navigator, and felt warmth fill her at the sight of Luffy’s dream being realized. 

They’d really made it.

“Happy birthday to you,” She sang softly, poking at her brother’s cheek in an effort to wake him up; just as she had every year before. The boy didn’t stir at first, so she continued, slightly louder and more forceful as she went. “Happy birthday, dear Luffy…” Finally, his nose twitched and his eyes scrunched before finally opening, peering blearily up at her as his brain caught up with his body. “Happy birthday to you…” Hazel finished, beaming at him as realization dawned on his face.

“IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!!!” Luffy shouted, throwing his hands in the air and grinning despite the subsequent thuds that followed. Hazel threw her head back and laughed as Luffy ignored the angry looks of his cabinmates, instead fixing his attention back on her. He leapt out of bed, grabbed her by the wrist, and dragged her out the door onto the deck, leaving their grumbling crewmates behind them.

“What the hell are you guys being so loud for?!” Came Nami’s yell as she rubbed at her eyes, exiting the girls’ cabin fully dressed despite being so rudely awoken. “Do you have any idea what time it...is…?” She trailed off, gaping at the sight of the Going Merry’s top deck in the early morning light.

Hazel had made good use of her time on watch the night before. Strung along the railings was rope she’d found in storage, decorated with makeshift candles and homemade confetti. She’d painstakingly drawn, cut, and colored paper versions of their jolly roger to pin up around the deck, complete with paper party hat additions, and every barrel of booze the crew had was currently on display. What really caught everyone’s attention, however, was the rather large cake sitting directly in the middle of the table, the one she dragged out of the galley overnight. 

“Hazel...wha-? What is all this?” Nami asked, anger replaced with surprise, her expression mirrored on the others’ faces. 

“It’s Luffy’s birthday,” The woman answered simply, beaming as their captain bounced around to gaze at the decorations. “Don’t worry, everything was made with supplies we already owned, and other than the paper, we can still reuse everything; so no money was involved.”

“That’s not-!”

“And don’t worry about the kitchen, Sanji! I made sure to clean up when I was done, and there’s still plenty of ingredients left for meals! Sorry, I forgot to ask if it was ok before making the cake!”

“Oh!~ Hazel-chan has nothing to apologize for!~” Sanji cooed, smitten as always with the older woman. “But, darling, you didn’t need to make it yourself. I gladly would have-”

“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that! It’s ok!” She cut him off, confusion crossing his and everyone else’s faces.

“You did all of this yourself?” Usopp asked, inspecting the makeshift candles. They were really just piles of melted wax with bits of frayed rope in the middle for a wick, remnants of candles that’d been nearly used up already.

“Yup!” She answered, beginning to feel a bit self conscious, especially as the boy quickly grabbed his bag, producing a tool to catch the melting wax. “I probably should’ve found something to put the wax in, sorry about that! I’ll fix it!”

“Hazel,” Zoro finally spoke up, giving her a look that instantly made her shut up. “You didn’t have to do any of this yourself, we would’ve helped you if you’d asked.”

“But…” She began to protest, feeling small under the scrutiny of her crew. “It’s tradition…” 

Understanding dawned on their faces, and Nami threw her arm around the woman’s shoulder. “Well, you’re with us now! Time for some new traditions!” She gave Hazel a kind smile, and the violet-haired woman glanced around at the others’ faces. They were all giving her matching smiles, and deep down Hazel knew they were right.

She’d always just taken care of everything; whether it was food, decorations, or party games, it didn’t matter. No matter how it might fall short, her makeshift birthday parties were still better than not having one at all, and in all these years, Hazel had never once missed Luffy’s birthday.

But just because that’s what she was used to, didn’t mean it always had to be that way. She had people that could help now, with skills that far exceeded hers when it came to making things. Sanji could make a way nicer cake than her, and Usopp was always tinkering with things; maybe he would’ve had some cool ideas for how to decorate, not to mention his drawing skills far exceeded hers. Hell, she could’ve made Zoro do the heavy lifting, rather than nearly throwing out her back trying to heave that table out the door on her own. Maybe if she had asked, Nami would’ve even let her spend a little money on supplies.

“But…” But it was still hard to let go. 

“Hazel-chan,” Sanji started, lighting his cigarette as Luffy began to shout about the cake. “Just because you get some help doesn’t mean you’re being replaced.” He smiled at her, sweetly, until his eyes morphed into hearts. “I’ll gladly let you into my kitchen any day!~”

“Oi,” Zoro warned, drawing the cook’s ire, but before the two could get into a fight, Hazel spoke up.

“You guys are right, sorry I didn’t include you,” She felt Nami squeeze her shoulder in a quick comforting gesture.

“Next time, we’ll all stay up late and help out,” the navigator assured her, drawing nods from the others. 

“What are you guys still standing over there for?! Come on, there’s cake!!” Luffy shouted, annoyed and unaware of the heartfelt conversation that had just ensued. “Sanji! Birthday candles! Birthday candles!”

“Oi! I don’t care if it is your birthday; be patient, you animal!” The cook yelled, but retreated into the kitchen to look for some birthday candles anyway. The crew made their way over; most sat around the table, but Hazel and Zoro stayed behind to start serving booze to everyone.

“Really? It’s like 6 in the morning!” Nami protested, though there wasn’t much fire behind it.

“Who cares? We’re celebrating!” Zoro countered, chugging his glass while Hazel rolled her eyes, passing some around to the others. 

“Yeah! Birthday! Birthday!” Luffy chanted, bouncing in his seat as Sanji placed the candles carefully and lit them. “Sanji! You’re gonna love this, Hazel’s cakes are the best!” Hazel was glad no one noticed her blushing. Oh wait, Zoro was smirking at her. She pinched his ear, causing him to wince and drop the look, and with a grin she turned back to the ceremony. 

In the dawning light, the Straw Hat Pirates sang loud and boisterous, celebrating their captain’s birthday in a way that wouldn’t suggest they’d been rudely awoken not even an hour earlier. As the candles blew out and the cake was distributed, Luffy wrapped his rubbery limbs around his big sister, giving her a tight squeeze. 

“We have a good crew,” He told her, grinning ear to ear. As she gazed across the deck at the people they’d met so far, she couldn’t help the matching grin that grew on her face.

“Yeah, we really do.”

[vinsmokewife]

the flower fields

day 19 of a very zosan centric kinktober - sex pollen

Canianthus – A name given to a species of invasive plants specific to this particular island. The plant’s thorns attach itself to a host and begin to grow more flowers inside the wound. Eventually, this plant will kill the host and spread itself using the hosts body. Zoro and Sanji are lost in a forest when Sanji is poisoned by one of the local flowers. The only way to save Sanji from dying is by sating the desire inside.

huge big warning for dubcon as well as slight body horror and gore. this is also a tad darker as well as it's the fuck or die trope. this is tagged as dead dove do not eat on ao3 for a reason.

Canianthus – A name given to a species of invasive plants specific to this particular island. The plant’s thorns attach itself to a host and begin to grow more flowers inside the wound. Eventually, this plant will kill the host and spread itself using the hosts body. 

“This is the last time I follow you anywhere,” 

The trouble with trying to make sure that Zoro doesn’t get lost is that you end up getting lost yourself. Sanji wasn’t sure how he did it, but he knew for a fact that both of them where not where they wanted to be. In fact, neither of them knew where they were supposed to be. They were stuck in a forest and had been previously with the others but then got separated. Despite trying to herd them both back, Zoro ended up getting them more lost and giving them both a headache. 

“I don’t see you giving any good suggestions on where we are supposed to go either,”  

Zoro could have sworn though that they had been this way already. Sanji didn’t know why Zoro was so insistent on leading too but they definitely had been this way before. This forest was impossible to navigate. Everywhere just looks the same. 

“I don’t know where to go but at least I’m not pretending that I know where to go...” This was the perfect moment to light up a cigarette and try to assess the situation that they are both faced with, but it was so difficult when it was just all greenery with nothing to break it up. The more ground they covered, the better but at the same time, all Sanji felt was confusion over where they were going. They both stopped so they could look around and... 

“We’ve not been through there yet,” 

In front of them lay a small clearing. It was different from the others as it was covered from head to toe in flowers. Small, bright coloured flowers. They had definitely not been that way before. 

Stepping into it, they continued walking but they definitely hadn’t walked through here before. Neither men recognised any of the local flowers. It was also slightly strange that a forest as big as this, they haven’t come across any wildlife yet. Surely, they would have to be some- 

“Fuck!” 

Zoro suddenly turned at the sound of Sanji’s voice only to turn and see Sanji suddenly hunched over looking at his ankle. 

“What now?” Zoro asked but then he saw. There was a huge gash up Sanji’s trousers' and then up his leg. It was red and puffy already, “When the hell did you get that, cook?” 

“Just now. These flowers have huge thorns,” Sanji noticed the flower next to him. Although they were very pretty looking, it had angry sharp thorns on it with blood on it, “We have to keep moving,” 

“Can you move? I am not carrying you over a flower prick,” Zoro rolled his eyes. 

“It wasn’t just a flower prick your asshole,” Sanji shot back but yes, he could move his leg. It was a little painful but nothing he hadn’t already dealt with before, “And I wouldn’t even give you that satisfaction. Keep moving,” 

Zoro managed to avoid the flowers and Sanji wasn’t stabbed by them again. They walked for a while but at some point, Sanji started to feel...dizzy. He suddenly stopped against a try, “Wait...shit fuck...” 

Zoro stopped and turned. He noticed Sanji looking pale leaning against the tree. As much as he wanted to keep going and he wanted to roll his eyes at Sanji and tell him to get on with it...it was getting dark, and it felt like they had been walking ages away from that flower field. 

Plus, Sanji really didn’t look well. 

“Perhaps we should set up camp...”  

“No... we need to keep going,” Sanji started to try to mobilise all over again but as soon as he got up, he was seconds away from falling flat on his face. He didn’t want Sanji to fall and knock himself out, so he walked towards him and grabbed his shoulders, “No. We need to set up camp.” 

Sanji’s skin felt all...tingly when Zoro touched him. Strange? Was that something that happened often? He didn’t know. But either way, it was so hot, and Sanji was trying to remove his suit jacket because it was just getting so hot. 

“Great fine whatever,” Sanji mumbled before throwing his jacket on the ground. Another sign to Zoro that something was wrong. Sanji normally liked to keep his suits clean if he could. He wouldn’t just throw his coat on the ground like that. Sanji was quick to topple against the tree. Zoro was concerned but became focus on setting up camp...they could figure out the rest later. 

---- 

It was night time and Zoro was just about having a nap when the sound of someone groaning woke him up. 

Once he set up camp, Sanji got in a tent. His condition seemed to have deteriorated rapidly. Problem was that with no Chopper, neither of them could really do much about it. They were completely lost too. So, Zoro would have no choice but to carry him tomorrow. Zoro wanted to stay up and keep guard, but it didn’t end up working that way. He needed to sleep. This forest was starting to unsettle him. Not because of anything but in a whole forest, why was it just them? Where was the wild life? What about all the bugs? There weren’t even bugs. 

Just...flowers...and lots of them. Everywhere. Bright beautiful flowers with deadly thorns 

The noise jolted him out of his sleep. He turned his head to the sound of where it was coming from, and it seemed to be the tent. Sanji must still be awake.  

Zoro was about to close his eyes again when he heard it again. It sounded like... Sanji was... 

No, had to be his imagination. But Sanji sounded like he was in pain. Zoro tried to ignore it and go back to sleep but he couldn’t bring himself to do that. There was some... concern if Sanji was really ill. 

“Oi, cook!”  

Zoro called out. No reply. Zoro realised that this meant that he had to get up. Not because he was concerned or anything but if Sanji was really bad then he would become a reliabilty on the trip back. So, Zoro got up and headed over the tent and began to open it up to... 

“Ah!” 

Zoro didn’t know what he was expecting to see but it wasn’t this. Sanji must have stripped off his entire suit and it was strung across the tent. The blankets and other things that Zoro had left him where over the place. Sanji’s skin was flushed red, and he was... not wearing any clothes at all. The gash on his leg was bright red and... giving off a smell. Or at least that was what Zoro described it as. It had to be. As soon as he opened the tent, he was met with a waft of a smell. It wasn’t a bad smell. Flowery. 

That was when Zoro noticed the flowers. They were literally growing out of the gash now. 

Zoro was about to turn away when Sanji, not bothering to even cover himself up leaned forward and grabbed Zoro. 

“W-Wait... Fucking listen to me Mosshead,” Even when ill, Sanji knew how to get Zoro’s attention, “The flower...it’s done something to me...I.. I don’t know how to explain but...” 

“Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?” Zoro asked rather bluntly looking everywhere but Sanji. 

“I...I’m too hot but it’s not like... I just wanted my clothes off but...I...I feel strange... Fuck...” 

“We need to get you back to the ship...” Zoro said, going to grab Sanji’s things. The longer they left this...the messier it was going to get. 

“I... I think the flowers are some sort of...” Sanji could only let go and sit on the floor. Oh great. Zoro didn’t know what to think of that. He wanted desperately to get Sanji to Chopper as soon as possible. However, Sanji placed a hand on his arm, “I... fuck, Moss head it hurts...I feel...awful,” 

“What happened to this is nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” Zoro was trying to hide the concern he felt but it was impossible. He didn’t want Sanji to die; especially when Zoro didn’t really know what to do about it. 

“I... I...” Sanji wanted to say something, but it was hard when his whole body ached for something. Something he did not want to ask Zoro for. Something he didn’t want, “I need you to listen to me for once...It’s not...a pain like being stabbed or being kicked...it’s a pain...like...fuck I don’t even know. I think the flowers are aphrodisiacs. There.! 

Oh. 

Zoro just stared dumb founded. He didn’t really know what to think of that.  

“Well, can’t you just jack off or something,” He had a funny feeling he knew the answer to this question, but he thought he’d ask on the off chance. 

“I’ve tried. I can’t. It doesn’t work like that.... I think it...” 

The answer stood heavy between the two men. They knew what was causing this, but it was only the two of them and surely... 

“I’m not having sex with you if that’s what you’re about to ask me...” Zoro grunted. The smell was beginning to give him a head ache. Damn, this whole situation was starting to give him a headache in general.  

“Do you honestly think that I want to have sex with you?” Sanji almost yelled back at him, “This is a fucking life or death situation. This plant is going to kill me, meathead,”  

“We don’t know if that’s going to solve this?” Zoro was still prepared to carry Sanji back on his back, “We need to find Chopper,” 

“Look at my leg, dumbass!” Sanji gestured, “The goddamn flowers are going to eat me alive before morning comes. You don’t even know where Chopper is. Believe me, I’d rather choke on my own vomit than fuck you, but I don’t have much options. Maybe...maybe once the need is sated, the flowers will go away,”  

This was a mess. Sanji was going to die possibly if Zoro doesn’t just go through with it. Although they didn’t know for certain, Sanji had a point. He will die before they find Chopper and it will be all his fault if that happens. And Zoro is loyal to his crew. He would do anything for them...even.... 

“Fine,” Zoro said, placing his swords down with a clunk, “But tomorrow, we find our crew...” 

“Fine. Don’t think I’m happy about this too,” Sanji groaned but stayed seated. 

“And I’m topping,” Zoro immediately added. 

“I don’t think I have the energy to top so fine by me,” Sanji said, although begrudgingly. 

Zoro removed the clothes he was wearing. This was not an act of love or even lust. He was doing it to save his crew. He would have done it for anything of them. It just happened to be Sanji didn’t it. He sat in front of Sanji who was leaning back on his arms. It was only then that Zoro noticed his naked form. No surprise to him but Sanji had really strong legs. He only began to notice the vines that were climbing off his leg. 

Then there was the weird lubrication coming from the plant that was just getting bigger and bigger on his leg. Zoro scoped up some of it. Well, at least there was that, because why would they have packed lube in the first place. 

“You aren’t...going to use that are you?” 

“Well,” Zoro coated his fingers in the sticky substance, “Do you want me to go in dry?” 

“...Good point,” 

Sanji leaned back. God, it felt so embarrassing like this was a medical procedure and not Zoro going to fuck him. He was hesitant to open his legs, but Zoro took his hand to part them. 

“The sooner we do this, the better,” Zoro grunted. It was... odd seeing Sanji in such a way that he’d never seen before. He almost...found this quite exciting. Nothing Sanji was bickering with him about something but with a red face and flushed skin, Zoro almost liked this.  

Zoro’s cold slimy finger reached down and rubbed his finger against Sanji’s hole which got a jerk but by the look on Sanji’s face it was more of a pleasurable jerk. More like Sanji was enjoying this. But that was probably just his imagination. 

“...Hm... Feels weird...” Sanji grunted nervously.  

Zoro then pushed his finger inside. Sanji let out a strangled moan as his head slipped back. Zoro didn’t want to make this weirder than it actually was although watching Sanji and seeing how he was reacting was...interesting. 

“Are you...enjoying this...?” 

“Shut up,” 

Zoro moved his finger around a little bit before he slipped another one in... and started to scissor his fingers as to stretch him out. Looking up, he could see that Sanji may have been finding this more enjoyable than he said but he watched the way those vines seemed to get longer and longer by the minute. So, he then pulled his fingers out once he thought he had stretched them out enough. But Christ, just how sensitive did Sanji had to be. Just from those fingers, Zoro felt as if Sanji was close to coming undone but that was maybe the effects of the aphrodisiac.  

“Sanji...are you okay?” 

“Fuck. Do you pussyfoot around this every fucking time?” Sanji was breathless and cheeks were all rosy, “I’m going to die from the rate you're going,” 

He was fine.  

“I’m the one saving your life here,” 

It was only then that Zoro grabbed a handful of the lubricant and stroked his cock with it. He didn’t even want to question why he was hard too. He grabbed his cock and climbed over Sanji, trying to be mindful of the flower in his leg before he pushed his cock inside the other.  

“Fuck...”  

Sanji threw his head back. He couldn’t help it and Zoro couldn’t deny how good Sanji felt around him. How nice that Sanji felt wrapped around him. How snug and warm he was. Part of him wished that this wasn’t just a saving your life situation and it could be longer than that. Would Sanji be open to doing this more often? But then he remembered that Sanji was only doing this to save his hind and would likely go back to be is usual self-afterwards. 

“I’m going to...move,” Zoro grunted as he pulled his cock back until only the head was nestled inside of him then pushing it back in. Then again, and again until Zoro had found rhythm. He never had considered that he had never done this before, but he didn’t view the act as being lustful. He just wanted to save Sanji...that was all... but why did Sanji have to feel so good around him. 

“Fuck...” Sanji grabbed his shoulder. Zoro watched him seeing his face was in absolute bliss. Like the pain was being taken away and that made him feel even more...nice. 

“Do you like this...?” Zoro asked again, but Sanji didn’t respond. He seemed a little more out of it than when they began so Zoro didn’t press it and just continued. His pace was steady. Not too hard and not too fast. He wasn’t expecting anything out of this until Sanji buried his head into his shoulder. 

“Ah!” Sanji’s hips bucked and Zoro felt the glorious pleasure of Sanji clenching around his cock. Then watched Sanji’s face in absolute rapture as he came over his wist. Zoro wasn’t far behind as he could help but cum deep inside of him when he got to watch such a beautiful expression of pleasure when he finished. 

The two men were left panting, and it was only afterwards, Zoro realised that what they had done would change them. 

“Sanji...are you okay?” 

But Sanji never answered. Apparently, he was too tired for that. He just curled up and fell asleep. He didn’t really acknowledge Zoro too much, but Zoro noticed the vines began to shrink. Maybe Sanji was right after all...but at what cost. 

Zoro moved away and lay with his back to Sanji, stuck with the knowledge that what they had done would follow them forever. 

- 

People have noticed an aphrodisiac affect that comes from the flower once it has been settled. It has also been found that once engaging in sexual activity the plant will die off the hosts body. 

[vinsmokewife]

puppy fun

day 11 of a very zosan centric kinktober - petplay

Zoro convinces Sanji to do a little bit of puppy play with him one day.

Having a housemate who was also your friend with benefit was convenient in many ways. Zoro lived with his ten other friends in a big house which was nice in many ways but one of the biggest benefits was his rather different situationship with Sanji. Sanji, a sous chef of the local baratie, owned by a previous criminal. Sanji was insufferable but neither of them could deny the sexual energy they had for each other. 

Often how things worked was they would suggest fantasies they have been wanting to try and they try them. Today was Zoro’s request and it was a little different but exciting, nonetheless. Zoro had never had a dog but thoughts of Sanji being his dog for the evening plagued his mind after hearing Nami and Robin discuss pet play in front of him. They had tried roleplaying before and normally it went fine so this one was sure to be fun.  

Zoro gave Sanji a small brief beforehand because he had some ideas he wanted to incorporate. The blondie was a brat anyway; which Zoro both loved and hated. As someone who had a thing for brat taming, he didn’t mind knocking Sanji down a peg or two but in a nonsexual circumstances like when they are with their friends, it can be rather annoying. 

Today was the day. The others were mostly out and those who were in, would probably mind their own business in their rooms. If Zoro and Sanji stuck to their bedrooms, then it would be fine. The scene was starting. Zoro had a bag of things he personally picked out for Sanji to ‘wear’. 

“Pups don’t need clothes. So, get rid of them,”  

That was the first command. Cold and dominant. The way that Zoro’s tone went straight to Sanji’s cock. 

He made quick work of removing his clothes, making sure to place them neatly to the side. An annoying little habit of Sanji's. His clothes can’t be shoved or thrown anywhere. His suits would crease and that couldn’t happen.  

Anyway. Zoro stepped forward eyeing up Sanji’s body hungrily. He didn’t say anything at first. No matter how many times Zoro saw the cook like this, he never got enough. The way his waist was so grabbable. The way that Sanji was just so well-groomed and kempt which was a contrast to his own tough exterior.  

“Pups don’t stand either.”  

Sanji threw his head to look at Zoro with a look of Are you really going to make me do all fours? And just as Sanji was about to say something in protest, Zoro placed a finger to his mouth. 

“I don’t think pups speak either. Get on all fours and I’ll get your tail on,” 

Tail on? What is that supposed to mean? Although the cook looked at Zoro like he would kill him for asking him to do such a thing, he merely sighed and did what Zoro asked and got on his hands and knees. It felt so strange like this but that was what Zoro wanted. 

“Good boy...” 

Zoro ruffled with a bag of items. He had the absolutely fun time of buying all these items and picking them out for Sanji in particular and one item he was particularly excited about. There were a pair of dog ears that matched the blonde locks in Sanji’s hair which he placed on Sanji’s head who looked a little mortified but not enough to stop. Then, came what Zoro was looking forward to. It was a matching tail but the beauty of it was that it wasn’t a tie on tail.  

It was a butt plug.  

“This is going to look so good on you...” Zoro mumbled as he also removed lube from the bag. Hearing all the rustling behind made Sanji squirm a little. He knew there was only one place the tail could go, and it was inside of him. So, Sanji waited for Zoro to get a move on with it. He almost whined impatiently until he felt the pads of Zoro’s fingers press against his hole. 

“Ah~” The cold sensation was a little jarring as Zoro’s thick fingers slipped inside his little hole. 

“Good pup. That’s it. Take it,”Zoro pushed his large index finger into the blonde’s tight hole. He pushed it in all at once as Sanji lets out words to protest but Zoro lands a moderately firm slap on his ass. 

“What did I say about talking?” 

Sanji stopped and held his tongue. Zoro pushed his finger in and thrusted it in and out slowly watching the puckered hole loosen around it. He then pushed another finger, and then another one before he pushed three in. By this point, the blonde was panting and whining which Zoro accepted because dogs panted and whined all the time. Any time that Sanji pushed back to get more pleasure though, Zoro slapped his ass firmly.  

“Come on...I know you can be good. Just stay still and let your owner take care of you.” 

Owner? If Sanji could kick him, he would but why was that such an arousing thought. However, soon, Zoro’s fingers were all too quickly removed from him which got a loud whine from the pup. However, it wasn’t long before something cold and glassy was pushed into him. The butt plug tail was nestled into him and sat comfortably but Sanji was left feeling needy. Good, Zoro needed him to be a little needy puppy for him. 

“Good boy. Do you think you deserve a reward for that?” Zoro spoke which Sanji nodded. Just as he was, Zoro grabbed another thing; it was a collar with a leash attached to it. Another thing he thought would look good on Sanji. He attached both onto him and then dragged him over the bed. Although the thought of Zoro making him walk on all fours was so humiliating, but it wasn’t for long as Zoro sat on the edge of the bed. 

Zoro patted his lap, “Up.” 

Sanji obeyed even if he struggled to get up while he was on all fours. He sat on Zoro’s lap to which the other spread his legs with his knee. 

“I want you to get off using my knee. Like the dirty pup you are. Hump my leg to get relief,”  

The blonde almost spoke out about how embarrassing that was but remembered about not speaking so instead, crossed his arms across his chest and didn’t move. Zoro raised his eyebrow and used a hand to smack Sanji’s rear again which got Sanji moving involuntarily over his leg which brought out a moan. 

“If you’re going to be a brat, then I will just move you myself,” 

Zoro spanked Sanji’s ass again whose hips moved. The blonde grabbed Zoro’s shoulders and held on as Zoro gave a few more spanks to him. His pale ass already becoming reddened by the spanks that Zoro had delivered. He got the message now as he began to, slowly, hump his crotch against Zoro’s knee which Zoro watched intently. This was a little humiliating to be humping his leg like an actual dog, but Sanji couldn’t help but get off to that humiliation at the same time.  

The more and more Sanji dragged his cock over Zoro’s leg, the more and more he moved his hips. At first, he wasn’t sure how he felt but now he got into a rhythm, he couldn’t help the needy whining and moaning that he was doing as he got himself off. Zoro’s face had a slight grin as he enjoyed the sight. Nothing looked better to him then the blonde being lost in pleasure. 

He could tell by the spluttering of Sanji’s pace that he was nearly done so Zoro grabbed his waist to help him do some firmer and faster paces before with a yelp, Sanji finally came off over Zoro’s knee. He only moved a little bit more before stopping and panting. 

“Well, are you going to clean up?” Zoro asked, scooping up some of the cum off his leg and holding it up to Sanji’s mouth who at first hesitated because he didn’t really want to taste himself but eventually did before going down and licking the rest of his leg. 

“Good boy. We’re going to have a fun day, you and I,” Zoro said, a hand carding itself through those blonde locks and petting. Today would be a fun day indeed.