#zoro x oc

[flammingnachos]

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠(opla!zoro x fem!reader

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; you were the girl that joined the straw hats crew after giving them a great plan to beat arlongs crew, you’ve captivated him, making him unable to get you off his mind even though you have only just met him, he can already feel a strong connection and desire to be with you

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈; best man zoro, slight cursing, protective zoro, perverted Sanji, disclaimer; this takes place after the straw hats defeat arlong and are on there way to the grand line AFTER telling each other about there goals

Everything happened so fast, you certainly didn’t think you would leave your village with your parents to join some straw hat crew that helped out your people from arlongs power

All you’ve wanted to do was help out the gang of pirates with arlong and be about your way and ignore a certain green haired pirate that wouldn’t keep there eyes off you the whole journey

Now your here leaning against the going merry, watching the sunset and the birds fly as your captain was on top of the head of the boat enjoying it too

Nami was in her usual place in the decks office drawing away her map, Usopp doing god knows what I’m the back, Sanji cooking and Zoro taking his usual nap by the railing

I’ve taken quite the liking to the swordsman as he speaks to me and Nami with a much more different approach rather than the captain and the cook

Nami would always tease me and say that he’s been giving me love eyes ever since the day I joined and that he’s more kinder to me than to her

That’s nonsense he knew her before me

We’ve had conversations here and there nothing too big as I always seem to catch him during the late nights when I couldn’t get any self

There was one moment in particular of where we’ve nearly went intimate but I had to remind myself he doesn’t see my that way but his new crewmate

It was another late night on the going merry, another day with me getting nightmare about leaving my parents behind so I came out to the deck to breathe some fresh air

Everyone is usually sleep during this time so I didn’t expect to see zoro standing by the railing look out

“Couldn’t get any sleep either” he mumbled out

“Nah mother nightmare” I confessed walking over to where he was as he turned to me

“About?” He asked furrowing his eyebrows

“I’ve been thinking that maybe joining this crew wasn’t the best thing I did” I said looking out into the sea

“Why do you think so” he asked

I looked over at him and then back at the ocean

“You guys don’t know if arlong is truly defeated he’s a fish man after all I’m…just scared that maybe I left them there and it still isn’t ..safe” I whispered out feeling a bit unsure in myself

“Are you kidding, you joining the crew was the best thing that we ever had-”

I looked over at him with awe, a smile making its way onto my face

he stopped himself slightly as he cleared his throat

“I-i mean your a really good strategiest, we needed one with all the shitty plans we’ve made in the past that couldn’t really help us” He said in a more monotone voice

Just when I thought he was expressing himself

I nodded my head sucking in a breath of air as I looked back over on to the ocean

“Your right, you guys needed a good strategist for the team and picked the person with the most fucked up life” I mumbled out

His eyes went wide to realization seeing how his words affected me

“Wait no that’s not what I-” He tried to explain

I shaked my head turning my heel to leave zoro alone since he really wasn’t helping much

Before I could fully walk away he grabbed my wrist making me freeze unable to move

“Listen.. I don’t really do these pep talks with the rest of the crew when they don’t feel value in themselves..” He then said

I turned my head looking deeply at him in the eyes

“I can see” I giggled in which he only smiled

“Luffy doesn’t pick anyone to join his crew, he picks the one’s he knows that are the best of the best no matter the background..”

“I don’t usually agree with everything he does but you joining the team was something he didn’t even have to repeat for me to be aboard with it” he finished off looking at me in the eyes and then my..lips

“Oh” I rasped out as our faces started to inch closer to one another

Our breath fanning on top one another’s face’s..

We were almost close to kissing just one more step forward and our lips would have collapsed onto each other

he shaked his head mumbling something to himself while backing away slightly

I looked at him confused

“I’m sorry..Goodnight” He then said backing away and then hurrying back down in the where everyone’s room where at leaving me there dumbfounded

And ever since that day I couldn’t help to notice zoro always avoiding me, whenever he came in the kitchen and saw Sanji flirting with me per usual he would hurry out

At nighttime when he thought I wouldn’t notice or feel a presence behind me I did and when I did turn around no one was there

That day has been stuck on my mind

“a beautiful drink for a beautiful lady” singed out Sanji as he gave me another drink he made for me and Nami

“Thank you” I smiled out in which he blushed giving the heart eyes as usual

“Anything for a beautiful woman like yourself” he expressed out

“Hey! Where’s my drink” Luffy yelled out from on top of the going merry

Sanji rolled his eyes walking away

“You’ll have to wait” He yelled back waking back into the kitchen

I only laughed while taking a sip

But from the corner of my eyes I saw Zoro get up out his sleeping spot mumbling out something as he made his made to where our rooms where at

I just shrugged it off as something else

Maybe I should talk to him after all this has been going on far too long now..some point we gotta own up to what we did

…

I tossed and turned in my bed, before finally opening my eyes and looking up at the ceilings

Another night of me getting no sleep

I sighed getting up to do what I normally do, making my way out to the deck but to my surprise zoro was there first completely unaware of my presence or so I thought

“still having nightmares” he asked out looking into the sea while leaning pressed infront of the railings of the going merry

“No..just not tired” I responded back slowly inching closer to him

“Oh..well I’ll just leave you to it” he said taking a huff of air turning around to walk away before I stopped him

“You’ve been avoiding me..”

“Why?” I asked

he stayed quiet

“If it’s about what happened with us then at some point we gotta own up to it and-” before I could even finish zoro had grabbed my face pressing our lips together as we shared a passionate kiss

Our lips roughly moved against each other as I our tongues fought for dominance over reach other’s his obviously winning

I pulled away quickly as I was starting to get out of breath

I took heavy breaths looking at him frantically

“What-” I tried asking out but he cut my off again

“The reason I’ve been avoiding you is because of my feelings towards you..I know we’ve only meet a couple of weeks now and you we haven’t fully introduced ourselves but being with you just makes me feel like…” he took a deep breath

“Like we’ve knew each other life times ago, I don’t know what keeps pulling me closer and closer to you to the point where you’ve been the only thing on my mind day and night day and night but I..”

“Guess I only avoided my feelings because I wasn’t sure if you’ve actually felt the same way, especially since the way how that dumb cook would have flirt with you” He grumbled out taking another deep breath looking down onto the floor

I was amazed

I think I felt tears start to come out my eyes

I was completely speechless I didn’t know what to say to him in this moment

He must have noticed my quietness and looked up

I pulled him into another kiss this time with more love and passion pulling away after some moments

“Yes..I-i like you too zoro” I whispered out looking at him deeply in the eyes

He smiled

That beautiful smile

“Then let’s go back to bed shall we” he asked with that beautiful smile of his

I smiled back and he gave me a peck on the lips

“Yeah..”

[buttercupfire]

Here I am paying with my tongue again

A friend of mine had a dream in which the two of us and another friend were rescued by the Mugiwara.

I was drinking with Zoro, our friend was cooking and smoking with Sanji and she was watching the sea with Luffy.

It was actually really cute because I could clearly see the scenes she was saying while I was thinking about a draft.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I'm enjoying drawing it.

(I've already started coloring)

[wepashi22]

i fear i will never let go of oc x canon guys 💔

[imsryyimlate]

just breathe

— nsfw

— summary: as you were taking a call on your den den mushi, zoro couldn’t help but get a little taste of you.

“zoro, stop it,” you said quietly as you covered the receiver. when he laid his head innocently on your thigh, you playfully poked his nose, as if saying stay there and behave.

with his signature smirk, he shook his head and separated your legs after you squeezed them tight. you lightly kicked him away as you continued to speak to your friend on the other line.

zoro gripped your thighs, spreading them wider until his head was nestled in between them. first he kissed her, your pretty little cunt, through your underwear and sucked gently.

you inhaled sharply as his fingers mindlessly traced your legs, his jagged nails scratching you from your ankles to thighs and slowly pulled down your underwear.

“are you even listening to me?” your friend demanded.

“sorry, just got distracted,” you replied faintly.

zoro licked you from the lower of your pussy and traced a line up to your slit, and looked up at you with a smug face as you closed your eyes, your attention divided from the phone call to the pleasure. he held back. of course it was fun to tease you this way, knowing that you could be getting more when instead you were on the damn phone.

he dug his head further in between your legs and sucked, licking you and continued to hold your thighs apart with a bruising grip. he sucked out every little drop that came out of you, making your fingers curl tightly on the receiver. your free hand grabbed his hair and pulled him in further, making him quietly groan. the vibrations from the noise made you twist with pleasure.

satisfied, zoro roughly pulled you down the chair, your back hitting the rug with a soft grunt.

“what happened? are you okay?”

“i’m fine. the ship is a little unsteady right now and i lost my balance.” you said quickly before zoro devoured your pussy. he was pushing you closer and closer to the edge, flicking his tongue against you and licking furiously as if he was deprived of your taste for the longest time. his lips glistened when he pulled back as he dragged his tongue across them before hitching your legs over his shoulders. you shook your head.

not now! you mouthed.

zoro shook his head and started fingering you. he was pushing you, to get what you wanted, and all you had to do was end the call. but you were too nice for that. you bit your lip as he inserted another finger inside making your toes curl from the pressure.

“oh! and let me tell you what happened next! this is gonna take a while though...” you friend continued.

you held back a moan as zoro took his fingers out and placed his cock at your entrance, inserting just the tip.

he wasn’t going to give you all he had until you came or hung up.

good luck. he mouthed.

[ryiju-muunie]

Anon—would love to see your take on really perverted and manipulative zoro who convinces reader to fuck him to make him feel better (maybe he's feeling "sick" or something). and while reader rides him he praises her (maybe some 'good girl')? also it could be hot if alcohol was involved? this sounds insane but... i feel like you'd write it just so deliciously !!!

Zoro had his eyes on you all night.

Like a predator to his prey, he stalked you throughout the corners of the club. He watched every movement you made, every touch you gave another man, and every sip you took of your drink. The only reason you even brought him there was to make him jealous and he loathed it.

But he knew, you both knew, he had you wrapped around his thick fingers. With one second he could snap and you’d come over to him like a dog on your knees, ready to do anything to help fulfill his desires.

Maybe you had one too many to drink- or maybe he did too- but with haste he forced you out of the club. Zoro feigned sickness as he always did. Maybe you knew he did it on purpose to get you away from other men. Maybe you knew that when he said he wasn’t feeling well the only cure was your sweet pussy.

You two didn’t make it past the car. Clothing ripped and teared as he clawed through your shirt, pulling it off and bringing you closer to his face. His breath was hot against your breasts as he took one into his mouth. You stifled a hot moan and bit back your whines as his tongue traced circles around your areola.

“Yeah?” Zoro pulled back with a line of saliva hanging from his bottom lip, “I knew you’d be some help.. I’m just so sick..” His burly hand came up from behind to run up the small of your back, resting his digits along the curve of your spine.

You nodded your head and brought two hands to cup his face. He hated when you got so tender with him because then, and only then, would the tables flip and he would melt into your touch. Zoro exhaled and leaned his chin into your palm as you lightly traced circles around his skin. For a soft moment it was quiet, for one second it was peaceful. But you couldn’t ignore the bulge pressing against your pubic bone and how large he was even through his pants. It made you salivate.

“I’m gonna make you feel better.. Kay?” You retracted your hands. A small giggle flew from your mouth when you saw his pout, but you went to work anyways. Two hands came and unzipped his fly, freezing his cock from the confines of his boxers and stiff jeans. He was large and dripping just for you.

“Only you, Princess,” Zoro exhaled when you wrapped your small hand around his shaft. Well you tried to anyway. He was large that two hands sufficed. You slowly ran your fingers up and down his length, bringing his erection to a head.

“Fuck..” He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the headrest, “You know how to… mm.. fucking fix me, baby.”

You couldn’t take a second longer not being stuffed by his fat cock. As much as you wanted to make sure he felt better, you needed him in every way that wasn’t normal. You didn’t care he was using you like this, all to get you away from other people. You didn’t care it was a trick that always ended up in sloppy sex. You couldn’t care less.

Your pants came off and so did your panties, mounting yourself onto the tip of his cock. You were wet. But you could be wetter. Slowly you pressed his cockhead against your clit and rutted back and forth. It was a slow movement of your hips that swiveled to get that perfect angle, to fuck yourself against him for a little while longer.

Zoro let out a groan and planted his hands on your hips. You knew what that meant. Within a few seconds he forced you down his length with a buck of his hips. You cried out in something that was a mix of pleasure and pain as he began to fuck himself on you. You were nothing more than a sex toy as he forced you up and down, letting your hands grip his shoulders, and letting your mouth hang open.

“Good girl,” he breathed into your ear, “When I’m done with you… it’s gonna feel real good. You don’t know who the hell you’re mm.. f-fuck— messing with,” his hips stuttered when he found your perfect sponges spot, taking you in and fucking you like the good girl you were, “Looking like that.. t-talking to other men like that— do you know how bad you tease m-me?”

“You fucking.. s-shit.. you mm.. you tease.” Zoro’s cockhead kissed your g-spot and rubbed against your walls so good— so fast, it was too much to bear.

You felt yourself begin to unravel within seconds of him fucking you like a whore. Your walls clenched around him and you cried out, jerking your hips as you began to squirt your orgasm down his length. All the while he whispered filth into your ears. Praise, condescending remarks that had you wet with desire. That had you keening for more of his fat load inside you.

“…You know what you’re doing, baby,” he cooed, running his hand up your back, “Asking for my cock… you’re practically begging for it with your body. Ye-yeah… your body’s giving you away..”

And when he came it was white hot. His dirty talk came to a sudden halt and he let out a loud groan. Zoro’s thrusts started to get sloppy— started to fall apart as he started to cum. He shot his hot spend inside you and grunted at each pass through his slit. You made him so sensitive.

You made him unravel and come undone so quick. It was so good. Fuck it was perfect. It was you.

Strawpage | Bluesky

[alexa-yukiyu]

Hi, I don't know how to write requests, beacuse this is my frist one, so I'm sorry. It will be a One Piece request. You write the Nezuko like reader x Whitebeard's crew. It could not be written with Straw hate please. Sooo please, I'm begging you, if you write it I'll be your slave 🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎

Thanks for reading this stupid request ❤️❤️

Demonic Siblings ( Zoro x nezuko!reader x Luffy)

A/N HERE WE GO, I always fall in love with how the nezuko! Ones turn out and this one is no different! I hope you guys like this one as well, I think this is one of the first/few ones that has an action scene, it’s short but I ‘m proud of it! Listen the way I almost felt corrupt and had ai do it, but then I remembered a conversation I had with @quinloki , and if I did it with ai I wouldn’t have grown and I did it guys! I did my action scene! Anyhow here we go!!! Roronoa Siblings for the win! I hope ya like it!

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers enjoyment!

Dividers by @/drinkthesky and @/firefly-graphics

"I thought I told you to wait in the village," Zoro grumbled, looking down at the girl who sat at his feet, holding onto an umbrella as she shook her head at the question.

"Why are you so damn stubborn?!" he growled, letting out a choked scoff as she simply pointed at him in response

"What the hell do you mean because of me, hah?!"

The girl made no move to respond to the swordsman tied on the cross, choosing instead to put her attention on the young man who made his way to the execution site.

"It's you again; I told you I'm not going to be a pirate."

"I'm Luffy! If I loosen up the ropes, you'll join me, okay?!"

"No!" he snapped

"I'm not going to be a bad guy like a pirate."

"Why do you care anyway? Everyone already thinks you're a bad guy," Luffy pipes back with a frown.

"Listen here, the only one I care to hear anything about is that one," he said, gesturing to the girl who, by now, had opted to close her umbrella and hide behind the cross Zoro had been tied to and the shade this one provided

Luffy adverted his eyes to the girl as if finally taking notice of her presence.

"Why are you wearing that?" He questioned, pointing to the bamboo stick held between Dokucha's lips

"Mind your business!" Zoro huffed out

"I don't care what anyone else says about me. I haven't done one thing that I regretted in the past, and it will be the same in the future, so I won't become a pirate."

"I don't care; you are going to join me!" Luffy petunly replied

"Oi! Don't decide for yourself!!"

"Hey, I heard you used a katana. Is that right?" he asked, ignoring the swordsman's outburst.

"If I wasen't tied up, I could use a katana."

"Where is the katana?"

"That bastard took it; it's what I treasure the most, other than our lives!!

"Okay! I will go where the bastard kid is and get your Katana back! But if you want me to return it to you, you'll have to join me, Shihsii," Luffy proudly proclaimed, letting out a loud laugh as he finished his words.

"That's Dirty!"

Luffy paid no mind to the hunter's words as he turned around and left with a wave and a promise to come back with the sword.

"...Is he going to sneak into the base to get them back? What an idiot!" he muttered, his attention snapping next to him at the sound of movement. Taking notice of Dokucha and how her attention did not deviate from the pirate leaving the site, he was quick to understand her intentions.

"Dokucha, Don't," he warned, watching as she tentatively stepped away from him and eventually made a run for it, easily making her way over the wall and turning back to the man with a mischievous look on her face and a peace sign on her hands as she jumped down the wall to follow Luffy, letting her descend be slowed by the umbrella as she let out muffled laughs at the scream that rang out as she did

"Yo- Wait until I get my hands on you!"

"That's strange; there aren't any marines around here; you think they are having a meeting?" Luffy asked, looking down at the girl, huffing as she offered a shrug

"Nevermind the katana! I can't even find that bastard like this," he cried, frowning as Dokcuha pulled on his vest, watching as she pointed to the top of the building.

"Oh, you're right! There seems to be people up there. Good job," he cheered.

"Alright! Come here!" He called, picking up the girl and placing her on his hip as he reeled his fist back

"Hold tight. I'm about to show you something real awesome, SHishihsihi."

Dokucha let out an excited squeal as the boy launched himself into the air. It turned out that he was right; his abilities and what he had just done were awesome. However, the post-planning could use some work, as as soon as they made a landing, they had to make a run for it, running away with the man who had convicted her brother in the first place.

It turns out the man was as big a coward as both the Roronoa siblings had first thought. He lost consciousness soon after Luffy 'Kidnapped,' him though the rough handling the latter had given probably had a small part in it.

"Alright, found the katana!" Luffy exclaimed, carrying the unconscious man, who by now had begun spouting bubbles from his mouth

"But there's three katanas, which one is Zoro's?" Luffy asked, looking down at the man and frowning when he received no response

"Ah! You must know which one is his, right?!" Luffy asked, turning towards the kid behind him, who nodded and pointed at the katanas

"Yes, I know one is his, but which one is it?"

Dokucha huffed at this, pulling out three fingers and showing them to the pirate.

"All three?!" he gaped.

"Well, if you say so," he mused, grabbing all three and hanging them from his back.

"Now then! We can head back! Huh, what's wrong?" he asked, looking down at Dokucha as she began pulling at his vest agitatated, and they pointed to the window with frantic eyes.

"That's... Koby! Zoro!" He cried, taking hold of Dokucha and rocketing himself to the execution grounds just in time to stand in the way of the barrage of bullets the marines had unleashed, much to the horror of Koby and the Roronoa siblings

Only for their eyes to be blown out of their sockets as the bullets simply bounced off the man and right back to the Marines, taking the squadron down

"SHSIHIHI"

"What kind of human are you?!"

"Shishishi, the one who will become the pirate King!"

"Look! She told me all three of these swords were yours. Have they stolen your Katana more than once?" he mused.

"No, they stole them at the same time; it's because I use three katanas."

He let out a hum, looking out at the Marines who began to gather around the execution site.

"Resisting the Marines together with me will make you an outlaw, or maybe you want to die here?"

"Are you the offspring of the devil?... Never mind, I'm not about to die here, so how about I accept that request of yours and become a pirate only if she can come as well?"

"Yes! I have two companions!"

"Okay, enough of that, and get these ropes off me!" He yelled

Meanwhile, Dokucha approached the pink-haired man, gently shaking him awake.

"Ugh, Ah, did I faint?" he groaned.

"Oh, thank you, little lady. Do you know what happened?" he questioned, watching as she pointed in front of them

He let out a terrified scream as he took in the scene: a barrage of marines heading their way with swords raised, with only Zoro and Luffy standing in the way. The latter leisurely took the ropes of the hunter while the former screamed at him to hurry up.

"Stop screaming; I need some time. I can't concentrate like this," he called.

"We don't have time for you to take your time!"

"Oh! I untied one side!" he called proudly.

"Idiot! Forget you! Dokucha! Get this off and throw me my swords!"

The girl nodded swiftly, making her way to the two. She snatched the swords on the way, allowing her power to source to her as her nails grew sharper, letting her slice through the remainder of the ropes with ease.

Knowing what was to come, she crouched down to stay out of range from her brother as he easily took care of the group of marines that had launched towards him, holding them at bay with his swords and a spoken threat as he pulled his attention to his soon to be Captain.

"After this incident with the Marines, we will be known as outlaws as well, but it doesn't matter; I still have my own goals!" He boldly exclaimed

"I will become the world's strongest Swordsman, and I will cure my sister; I do not care if my name is clean or not; if I'm a bad guy or a good guy, it matters not as she is able to walk under the sun once again, and my name is known worldwide," he vowed.

"But listen well. I don't care if you are my Captain. If you do anything to get in the way of my goals, I will have you Cut your stomach open in repentance!"

"Good! Since you are about to be the pirate king's crewmate to be the greatest swordsman, if you can't accomplish something that small, I would be embarrassed as well! And I wouldn't accept someone who does not care for their family and crew!"

"Ha! Well said," he laughed, taking notice as Captain Morgan ordered the Marines to hasten their efforts to eliminate them.

"Zoro, duck!" Luffy called as he reeled his leg back, allowing it to stretch and swinging it back, hitting the marines who had not been wise enough to duck it

"Dokucha, you're good," Zoro called, giving the small girl the green light, watching as her lips quirked slightly behind the bamboo as she readied herself.

With Gleeful determination, she launched herself through the air and easily landed in the face of a Marine who had managed to get through Luffy's attack and had tried to take the man down.

Not prepared for the sudden attack, the marine had been sent sprawling, allowing his body to become a stepping stone for the girl to continue her attack on his crewmates who had come to his aid. With practice movements, she easily dodged the slashing of their swords as she ducked down and pushed herself forward, taking the men down before they had realized their mistake.

Letting the adrenaline flowing through her body fuel her moves, she used the momentum to push herself back into the air. Slashing through the rest of the Marines on the plaza, she finished her attack by landing next to Zoro and Luffy.

"Ah! You're pretty strong too!" Luffy clamored, rubbing her head and grinning as the girl beamed at the praise, only for this to turn into horror as the Captain had ordered the marines who had claimed they were unable to beat them to kill themselves. She watched with dread as slowly but surely the men raised their weapons towards themselves.

She watched as Luffy launched himself toward the Captain, effectively causing the men to freeze in their actions as they watched their Captain be taken down by a no-name pirate.

"Wait!" A voice called at the same time a force pulled the girl back

"You move, and I shoot these two!" Helmeppo called as he pointed two guns into both her and Koby's skulls

"Luffy! I don't want to be in your way! I am not afraid of death!" he boldly stated, unable to notice the similar position the girl found herself on

"Okay! I know," Luffy stated with a smile as he reeled his fist back, ignoring the looming threat above him as Morgan got back on his feet.

"Luffy, Look out!" Koby yelled

"Dokucha," he called, grinning as the girl sent her a nod.

The next few seconds passed in a blurry at best, with Luffy reeling back and sending a signal to the girl. She propulsed herself and grabbed Koby, pulling them both out of the range of the blond's guns, allowing Luffy a risk-free hit on him as he called on Zoro the same way he had called Dokucha seconds earlier, watching as the swordsman took care of the Captain about to bring his Axe down on Luffy.

Dokucha's squeals of Victory were nothing compared to the Marines' cheers as they realized they were finally free from Morgan's tyrannical rule. The town, elated with happiness, was not shy in its appreciation of its heroes as it allowed them to feast. That is until the Marines, bound by code, kicked the three out in the nicest way possible, even saluting them as they sailed out into the sea.

"Huh? Dokucha, you can still see them?" Luffy wondered as she watched the girl, one of her arms still waving in the direction of the shore as the other held tightly into the handle of the umbrella

"She has sharper senses than us, being a demon and all," Zoro replied, opening one of his eyes to address the new Captain.

"Oh! Like you?"

"No, My demon title is just an epithet; Dokucha was actually turned into a demon when we were younger; that's why I will find a cure for her."

"Once I become the King of the pirates, I'm sure that will be easy to find!" he cheerily exclaimed

"Say Dokucha, why don't you be our lookout! You have better eyes than us, so it's the perfect job for you!" Luffy excitedly prattled, letting out a belly laugh as she excitedly nodded at the preposition

"That reminds me, Dokucha," Zoro called ominously as he stood up, eyes obscured as a dangerous smirk grew on his face, much to her terror.

"Back there...what was that about running away when I can't stop you?"

Luffy's laugh rang through the vast sea as he watched the Roronoa siblings run around him in circles, with the older one trying to catch up to her and the younger one doing her best to escape his rage.

YESSS HERE WE GOO, again it’s just like three paragraphs but im proud of my fight scene, I also got requested a part two for whitebeard nezuko!reader part two (prequel) so be on the lookout for that. Again a huge thanks for Quin because of her words I din’t fall into the doom-hole that is generative ai and instead power-trough with my own brain. Worried Dokucha had minimal involvement in this fic but otherwise loved it!!

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[zoro-sremedy]

a/n: i like teasing myself apparently.

Word count: 3.2k

In the fine print. Two. Fine print, finer threads.

The sliding door clicked shut behind them, muffling the laughter and music still spilling through the party. Out here, the city was quiet. Cool air rolled in from the bay, brushing against your bare arms like a secret.

Zoro said nothing at first, hands tucked in his pockets, the deep green of his shirt catching the soft glow of the paper lanterns strung above them. You leaned against the railing, fingers curled around the edge. "You're quieter than I expected."

Zoro glanced at her, the corner of his mouth twitching. "You talk enough for the both of us." That earned him a laugh—low, amused, warm. "So I've been told."

They stood in a warm silence for a beat, the night drawing close around them, thick with unspoken things. Below, the city stretched in white lights and steel, humming with life. Up here, it felt like a world apart.

"You don't like parties?" You asked, tilting your head towards him. "I don't like noise," he said. "But this one's not so bad."

You arched a brow. "Because of the company?" His gaze lingered on you then, slow and hiding something behind those steely gray eyes. "Yeah, something like that."

The air seemed to shift. Your breath hitched—just barely—and Zoro took a step closer. No touching. Just near enough that you felt the heat of him, the weight of his attention. Your heart thudded once, hard.

"You're not what I expected either," he whispered. You smirked, but it didn't reach your eyes. "Good or bad?"

"Undecided," he said, voice rough at the edges now. He leaned in—measured and steady—until his words brushed her skin more than her ears. "Ask me again in the morning."

Your faces were close now. Too close. The kind of close that didn't end up just talking, but someone bent over the railing. You hope that's you, honestly.

"Oh?" Your voice was barely a whisper. "Where are we gonna be in the morning?" He had your full attention now, your body turned fully towards him, almost touching, the space between each other electric and trembling—one word away from ruin.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, love", he muttered back, eyes flicking to your mouth with a kind of hunger that made your skin prickle. You laughed, genuinely, and his gaze held you there like a hand on your throat—soft, yet possessive.

Then, softer now, like he couldn't help himself: "But if we're in my bed by morning, I wouldn't really complain. Sounds like a nice way to start my morning". Your breath hitched. His head tilted just slightly, like he was thinking about the best way to ruin you.

You blinked, heat coiling low in your belly. Your lips curved, slow and sharp.

"Oh, baby," you whispered, stepping in until your chest brushed his, "do be careful. I don't make promises I can’t keep." Then you leaned in, voice brushing his ear like silk and sin. "And I'm very good at keeping people up before morning."

That did it.

Zoro's eyes darkened, jaw ticking, restraint unraveling by the second. He stepped closer, and your back nearly met the railing. His hand almost rose—to touch, to claim, to crush that last inch between you—but he held himself back. Just barely.

His gaze dropped to your lips.

"I'll hold you to that," he murmured, and started to lean in.

And that's exactly when the sliding door banged open. Fucking hell.

"AYYYYY!" Ace's voice boomed across the balcony like a foghorn of bad timing. "Why are the hottest people always hiding?!"

You jumped back a fraction. Zoro's expression didn't shift much but his glare toward the interruption could've cracked a stone in two. Behind a very drunk Ace stumbled a small, wobbly crew: Izo, looking equal parts apologetic and entertained, Sanji waving a bottle of sake, and Nami already halfway through an eye roll.

The moment shattered like glass underfoot. But the tension? Still thrumming, tangled between you and Zoro like a live wire.

"Saved by the idiots," you muttered, half to yourself.

He leaned in one last time, voice low in your ear.

"This isn't over."

"A toast!" Ace declared, already mid-toast and waving his arm like a conductor of drunken chaos. "To… whatever this is! You two! Something romantic and vaguely inappropriate probably!"

You pinched the bridge of your nose as Izo tried—and failed—to wrangle him back by the arm. "Ace, maybe let's not—"

"Let's absolutely!" he cut in gleefully.

Sanji appeared with the grace of a man who had not been drinking water all evening. "Zoro, my tragically asshole coworker, drink before you die of repression." He handed him the bottle of sake like a peace offering between frenemies.

Zoro gave him a flat look. Then, without a word, tipped the bottle back and took a long, slow swig. No glass, no hesitation. "You brute…" Sanji muttered, scandalized and vaguely impressed.

You blinked, amused. Then your eyes flicked towards Izo, who was now physically dragging Ace away by the collar of his shirt like a misbehaving cat. Your glare promised murder. His wide-eyed expression promised later gossip.

Zoro passed the bottle to you next, fully expecting you to roll your eyes or ask for a cup. Instead, you took it. Tipped your head back. Drank.

Not a sip, A drink. Confident, graceful, a little dangerous.

When your gaze met his over the rim, something in him stuttered—just for a second. Mouth parted, chest rising a little too deep. Oh. Fucking hot.

You handed the bottle back and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, smirking. "Still undecided?"

Zoro looked at you like you were a fucking problem. A beautiful one.

Before he could answer, Ace called from somewhere inside, "Shot contest! Winner get's Nami's respect and nothing else!"

Sanji raced inside like his life depended on it. Zoro leaned in just enough that only you could hear. "You're gonna kill me."

You grinned. "Only if you're lucky enough to make it to my bed."

By the time you're inside with Zoro, Sanji and Ace are halfway through their shot contest looking worse for wear, your hair is a little windblown from outside but you still feel all warm inside. You see Zoro loosening his shirt collar, that convo outside still simmering between the two of you.

It doesn't take long for Nami to break the party and start sending everyone home, so you also take it as your cue. The people are filling out, laughter lingering in the air, you're on the curb waiting for your chauffeur to come around.

You spot Zoro near the curb, one hand in his pocket, the other lazily flipping his keys. The crowd's thinning, and he's still here—looking like a sin you haven't committed yet.

"Heading out?" you ask, strolling up slowly.

Zoro raises a brow, eyes raking down your silhouette with zero shame, "Yeah. You?"

You tilt your head, smile like a dare. "Thought I might offer you a ride. Your place is on the way… unless you'd rather take the long way to my home." His mouth twitches, something dark and delicious flickering behind his eyes. "Depends. Is the long way scenic?"

You lean in, lips brushing his ear like a promise. "Leather seats. Tinted windows. Plenty of room."

He put his keys in his pockets and walks towards you. "When you put it like that, how can I resist?" The two of you make idle chatter while waiting for your vehicle, watching Izo throw Ace in the back of his car and cursing all the way. If he sees you, he completely ignores you, perhaps thanks to a certain green haired muscle man.

The SUV pulled up smooth and silent, black as midnight and just as inviting. The driver stepped out, opened the door with a practiced nod, and Zoro held your gaze as you slid inside—like you were daring him to follow.

He didn't hesitate.

The door shut behind him with a satisfying thud. You leaned back into the plush leather seat, legs crossed, one arm draped over the rest like you owned the place—and tonight, you did. Zoro settled across from you, manspreading deliciously and inviting. The soft hum of the engine filled the silence.

Then came the click of the partition sliding up, smooth and final. Just the two of you now, No more interruptions.

Your eyes met his. "Comfortable?"

He gave a low grunt of a laugh, the kind that rolled in his chest. "You tell me."

You uncrossed your legs slowly, then let one heel dangle from your toes—precarious, teasing. His eyes dropped, tracking the movement like it was a threat. Or a promise.

Then, with deliberate ease, you reached out with your foot, nudging the inside of his thigh. Light, playful, dangerous.

Zoro didn't move at first. Just stared. Then, slowly, he leaned in—caught your ankle in one large, calloused hand—and brought it to his mouth. He pressed a kiss to the inside, just above the ankle. Then another—higher. Hotter. Possessive.

"You're fucking trouble," he muttered against your skin. Then his eyes dragged up your body like he was counting all the ways he wanted to eat you up. "Come here already."

Before you could play coy, he looked up—eyes dark, unreadable— and tugged you closer with a firm, fluid pull. You gasped as she found herself straddling him, knees on either side of his thighs, dress riding high.

His hand slid up your back, guiding you in until your chest brushed his. He leaned in, lips grazing your ear. "I've been thinking about this all night. You, on me. Under me. Around me." His other hand curled around your waist, anchoring you in place. "So don't tease me unless you're ready to find out how long I can make this last."

You slid your hands around his shoulders, nails scraping along until it reached the back of his neck where you pulled his hair playfully. "Don't threaten me with a good time, Zo'."

He breathed a laugh, then before you could say anything else his lips captured yours—hot, deep, possessive. A kiss that made you feel all over the way to your toes.

The kiss deepened, dragging a sound from your throat you didn't even know you were holding in. His tongue slid against yours with devastating purpose, one hand fisting in your hair, the other splayed wide on your ass, squeezing the supple skin softly.

You shifted against him, hips rolling instinctively, and Zoro groaned—low and guttural. His restraint cracked at the edges, the kind of sound that warned you he wasn't far from snapping.

His hand slid under your dress, palms hot against the back of your thighs as he lifted you just slightly, pressing you harder into him. You could feel him—hard, thick, straining against his slacks—and the friction made your head spin.

"Fuck," he muttered, voice like gravel against your throat. "You're gonna make me fucking lose it."

You kissed along his jaw, lips trailing heat. "That's the idea."

He grabbed your hips, stilling your movements with a grip that said no more games. His mouth found your neck, breathing hot as he whispered between soft kisses, "I want  you. Fuck, I need you."

Your fingers tangled in his shirt, dress bunched up around your hips, heart pounding loud in your ears. "Then take me," you breathed.

For a second, he looked like he might. Like every ounce of control he'd been clinging to was about to shatter. But then—Zoro pulled back just an inch. Enough to breathe. Enough to think. His forehead rested against yours, eyes closed, jaw clenched.

"I could," he said, voice strained and reverent. "God, I want to. But not like this. Not in the back of a fucking car."

You blinked, breathless. He was still holding you, still rock hard beneath you, but grounding you at the same time. "I want you," he said again, softer now. "But I want to take my time. Hear every sound you make. Learn what makes you fall apart."

Your chest rose and fell against his, dizzy with heat and something dangerously close to affection. Then touched his cheek, thumb brushing the edge of his jaw. "You're such a fucking gentleman."

Zoro smirked, barely. "Don't count on it."

Just then, the SUV slowed, the faint sound of gravel under tires.

"Looks like we're here," he said, not even looking outside.

You didn't move. Neither did he.

The silence between you sizzled, thick with tension that still hadn't gone away—just simmered, coiled, waiting. Zoro's hands were still on your hips, your dress still bunched up indecently. His eyes traced your mouth like he was committing it to memory.

"You sure we can't finish what we started?" you murmured, voice low, dripping with desire. Zoro exhaled sharply, his forehead falling against the crook of your neck. "Don't tempt me, love."

You rolled your hips just once—slow, deliberate—and felt him twitch beneath you.

His grip tightened. "Fuck. Don't."

You smiled wickedly. "I'm not doing anything."

He growled. Actually growled. Then his hand came up, thumb brushing your bottom lip, eyes hooded and dark. "You keep looking at me like that, I'm gonna stop being a gentleman."

You leaned in, lips ghosting his. "Then stop."

For a second, you thought he might.

But then his head hit the seat behind him with a groan, eyes squeezed shut, breathing ragged. "Of all fucking nights.”

A beat. Then you both turned your heads toward the window.

"Ace," you said flatly.

"Fucking Ace," Zoro echoed, glaring as though sheer will might make the man disappear.

You sighed and shifted off his lap, legs shaky, smoothing your dress down. Zoro adjusted himself with a scowl that made you want to kiss it off his face.

When the door opened, the night air hit like cold water. You stepped out first, expression carefully blank, followed by Zoro—buttoning his shirt like he hadn't been five seconds from fucking your brains out on the back of your car.

You both stood there a moment, looking at Ace's sprawled-out form on your lawn, one shoe missing, arm draped dramatically over his forehead like a Shakespearean drunk. Zoro slid his hand into his pockets, jaw tight. "I'm going to kill him."

You didn't answer right away. Just glanced sideways, voice low. "You'll have to get in line."

Both of you stood in front of Ace, wondering how in the hell did he even get there. "I'm sorry, I don't even know how he made it here. Izo got to send him home." The more you looked at him, the more pissed you got. He literally cockblocked you.

Zoro let out a deep, frustrated sigh, "should we get him in a cab or something?" You hummed, then shook your head, "and have him puke the cab? Or worse, kidnapped? Wouldn't be the first time. He has some crazy fans."

Zoro cursed under his breath, knowing full well that this asshole was probably staying on your couch, because he knew you were a good friend and better family. "So what, we drag him to your couch or something? Don't you have a basement?"

You cackled while crossing over Ace to open your door, "I wish I did, I'll talk to my architect." 

Zoro hoisted Ace up with one arm, like he weighed nothing, muscles flexing as you tried not to drool and groan at the same time. "Oh wait! Let me help—".

"Love, please," he cut in, glancing down at you with a smirk. "Would I be a man if I couldn't lift this scrawny asshole?"

Something tingles at the way he says love in all the right ways inside you and something definitely tingles down there with the way he brings Ace to your living room couch and drops him like he weighs nothing.

"This was not how it was supposed to go," you say, sheepishly. He sighs again and walks towards you. "Not your fault," he answers, putting a hand under your chin to make you look at him. "But you'll definitely pay for it. Let's just say you owe me one."

You blink slowly,  "Oh, what's your plan?". He pretended to ponder, as if he was not planning to eat you up like dessert. "He ruined dessert for me, so you owe me something sweet for next time."

He gave you a quick kiss, as if to seal the deal and grabbed your hand as you both walked to the door. "You have yourself a deal, love". Once you got to the door, he leans in, stealing another quick kiss but you hold onto his shirt and pull him in, pushing him against the wall while deepening the kiss.

He was quick to react, sliding his tongue against your lips while a soft groan left his lips. "Shit, ______". You smiled into the kiss, letting his hand roam all the way down your body, settling themselves on your ass for a squeeze. You moaned his name in return, making him smirk as his lips traveled to your neck for kisses and soft bites. "Don't have you in my bed yet and you're already moaning my name? Lucky me."

You laughed, parting from him very slowly. "Earn it next time, and I'll make the neighbors know your name too." He leaned down to kiss your hand, "It's a promise, thanks for the ride". He winked then left your porch quickly.

You watch the SUV disappear in the corner before closing the door and sighing, watching Ace sleep talk. You flicked him in the head, put a blanket over him then went to your own room.

When morning comes around, the smell wakes you up first—burnt toast, something suspiciously cheesy, and the unmistakable tang of hangover sweat. Ace stood there like a zombie, shirt half on, hair a mess, poking at what might've been scrambled eggs but looked more like battlefield remains.

He turned with a dopey grin. "Morning, sunshine." You stared horrified. "Ace. What the fuck are you doing in my kitchen?" He blinked at the frying pan like it personally offended him. "Making breakfast?".

You narrowed your eyes. "You're destroying it. And you cockblocked me last night. Go. Away." Ace had the nerve to laugh, which turned into a groan as he clutched his head. "Ow, don't yell. I'm fragile."

You pointed at the door. "Out. Home. Now. Before you add 'arsonist' to your rap sheet." Muttering under his breath, Ace trudged off to gather his shoes, grumbling about cruel women.

You finally breathed out and picked your phone from the counter. One new text.

Zoro:

Hope you got some sleep, love. Didn't get much myself. Too busy thinking about all the ways you're gonna make it up to me.

You bit your lip to hide your smile, typing back quickly:

Come by tonight and I'll make it worth your while.

Almost instantly:

Zoro

Count on it.

Still grinning, you padded back to your room, stepping over Ace’s discarded jacket. Quick shower, simple makeup, a power outfit—and maybe some daring lingerie underneath, just for you.

Because tonight?

Tonight, you owed someone dessert.

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[brairslair]

zoro smutty thought perhaps

18+ ONLY (minors please be kind and dni)

a/n: a lil peace offering while i work on requests ! heavily inspired by these zoro hc’s

don’t forget to like, reblog, and comment to support my work! mwah <3

“wanna savor this”

“zoro-” the word that holds so much weight gets caught in your throat as you speak it, muscles twitching and contacting as you thrust your hips to meet his, “faster…” your voice wavers between suppressed moans.

he eases your hips back down with one hand, his other arm wrapped tenderly under your back to pull your chest against his. “no need to rush it, wanna savor this.” he grunts out, “just relax, i’ve got you.”

his hips move at an agonizing pace, letting you feel every inch of him filling you up with the slow drag of his thrusts. every movement is calculated and designed for you, worshipping you like he’s a sinner on his last day on earth. his mouth is all over you, leaving tender wet kisses anywhere he can reach. the spit cools on your skin and makes you shiver.

mostly though, he kisses your lips. every swirl of his tongue against yours spells out the words he can’t speak out loud. soon, but not yet. so for now he kisses you harder and pushes into you deeper until your nails are digging into his skin. he accepts the twinge of pain like a medal. it’s a feeling he’s earned. a feeling he’s grown to crave from you.

he adjusts his hips just right, kissing a trail up your jaw as it goes slack with each brush against that sensitive spot. his hot breath is shaky against your skin.

a familiar tingling heat spreads through you like a leak, slowly and steadily rising all the way from your toes and flushing your chest.

incoherent whines and pleads fall from your lips, but he hears you, bending to your will without a second thought. his thumb catches on your clit, lighting sparks with each slow circle.

your toes curl and your nails scratch against his shoulders, trying desperately to ground yourself as static slowly and steadily creeps higher and higher. it feels heavy in your belly, ready to spill over at any moment.

“it’s okay, i know.” his choked words spoken for only your ears to ever hear, “you can let go. just let yourself go for me.”

so you do, allowing yourself to float up into the hazy bliss, knowing he’ll be right there with you when you come down.

asks are open!

[luffysinterlude]

★ LATE NIGHT CONVERSATIONS. . .

summary: in which zoro convinces you to see yourself from his point of view.

warnings: named fem!reader/oc, reader has suicidal thoughts (not too explicit, yet not very subtle), cursing, zoro may be ooc, angst/comfort

word count: 2K+ // slightly edited

an (1): this fic started when i got drunk and wanted to read angst. i revised it so many times and i’m still somewhat unsatisfied (hence the rushed ending) but i really love this oc i created and hope i get to write about her more :3 been feeling a lil sad bc i turned 21 and i’m still somewhat stuck in my life and uuuugh. just need zoro so bad..anyway…I’ll probably do an oc introduction next :p

ZORO thinks you’re the prettiest person in existence. He wishes he could give you his eyes so you could see yourself from his point of view. He watches you as you sit next to Robin: a blanket wrapped around your body, your head leaning on her shoulder as you listen to the conversation she’s having with Franky.

Tonight, something’s different. You don’t have the usual gleam in your eye nor does your laugh echo throughout the Sunny. Instead, your eyes are red and swollen, and you’re quieter than usual — only speaking when you’re spoken to. Your eyes meet Zoro’s for a split second, and understanding flashes in his gaze as he realizes why you’ve been so distant.

You ignore the swordsman’s curious eye, trying to be more interested in the conversation Robin and Franky are having; something about poneglyphs, but you wouldn’t be too sure because your thoughts are louder than their voices, making it hard to focus.

Tonight, everything hits you at once: your past, the present, and the what-ifs. The future remains a distant concept, with its many possible outcomes holding you back.

You think these thoughts that cloud your brain are nothing but selfish. A burning desire of yours is to quietly slip away and let your soul be free from this body and place.

You love the Straw Hats, your captain, and your crewmates. You love the sea and exploring new islands. With every stop, you hope to learn something new to distract yourself from the small part of you that wishes you weren't alive.

But every now and then, it hits you. And you feel like you’re nothing but a waste of space.

Before you realize it, Zoro’s standing next to you, offering his hand. You know the blend of sympathy, disappointment, and sadness on his face. With a deep breath and a small smile to the rest of the crew, you accept it, allowing him to pull your body up and lead you down the corridor.

+x+

Roronoa Zoro, pirate hunter turned pirate, was someone you held close to your heart. He was your closest friend, your anchor in times of darkness, and your lover.

He took care of you, even in your absence; he told you that you look out for everyone else that you tend to forget to take care of yourself.

When the crew split up and you had decided to go to Whole Cake Island, Zoro made sure Franky had sent you off with two transponder snails so he could check in on you. He’s still unsure of what happened on the island of sweets, but after your reunion with the rest of the crew he’s noticed the light in your eye had become darker.

He leads you to his room, opening the door for you and placing his swords by the entrance. You take a seat on his bed, a change from your usual behavior of lying down. Your thoughts crowd your mind again as the atmosphere around you grows quieter.

You’re not doing enough. Luffy doesn’t need you, nor do the others; you believe you’re just extra weight they carry because you’re his sister.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” You feel the mattress dip as Zoro occupies the space next to you, his body radiating warmth your way. He’s laying down, arms rested behind his head, eyes closed. You stare at the man next to you, taking in his form; despite the number of times he’s smiled in the face of death, scars and stitches scattering his body, you still think he’s the most handsome man on this earth.

“Just been…thinking,” you start. “About everything that’s happened up until now.”

Zoro hums to let you know that he’s listening, a cue for you to continue.

“Nobody on the crew knows this, not even Luffy, but I was there at Marineford.”

This makes Zoro’s eye shoot open, a look of surprise painting his face. As bad as it sounds, he isn’t too interested in learning about where the crew spent the last two years, he’s just glad they all made it back together alive. He knows that you spent time mastering your Haki with your childhood teacher, but that’s all you’ve let the crew know about.

“Grandpa snuck me in disguised as a marine — I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone if I was able to leave quietly. I wanted to see Ace one last time, and he granted me that because he owed me one for keeping an eye on Luffy when we were younger.

I was able to visit his holding cell, and the sight of him…it felt as if I was being punished. Ace was the one person who understood me and how I tend to feel, the one person I shared so much in common with. He was able to find bits and pieces of himself again thanks to the light that shines through Luffy, and when he left us I promised that I’d try and keep him safe despite the distance between us, and hopefully find myself through our crybaby brother as well.”

You’re smiling fondly at the distant memories of you and your brothers, ones that you wished were photographed so you could have physical proof of those events taking place; so even when you’re old and senile you’ll be able to remember them happening.

“Tell me more,” Zoro says. He eyes the spot next to him, and you position yourself to lay there. He allows you to remove his left arm from behind his head to use as a pillow. “Were you safe, at least?”

Of course not. You were infiltrating the World Government, and if you made a tiny mistake, you would’ve been right next to Ace on the execution platform.

“I was — you know I wouldn’t do anything impulsively, unlike some people.” You giggle, remembering the moment Luffy fell from the sky, in the middle of the battlefield. “I ended up being able to sneak away because of him. I found Trafalgar’s submarine and hopped on board and waited…and I can’t help but think that was my biggest mistake, leaving Luffy alone. It’s a heavy guilt that I’ve been carrying.”

Zoro ponders for a moment; it isn’t your weight to carry, he wants to say. Luffy went to Marineford on his own accord, and not every ending is a happy one. He’s also curious about how you were able to find the surgeon and his crew, but that’s something he’ll ask about another time.

“And when I felt Shanks’ presence nearby, I asked Law to take me to his ship — which he declined, of course — so I got off and swam there instead. The waters were surprisingly calm, so don’t panic, I’m sure Jinbe wouldn’t have let me get eaten up,” you confess to him, reassuring him that you were safe every step of the way.

You stare at the left side of his face, your arms wrapped around his body as if he was a teddy bear. The blanket you had previously wrapped around your body now covered parts of his, his arm cuddling you close as if you’d ever slip away.

“How’d it go with the redhead?” Zoro asks. His eyes are still closed but you know he’s interested in knowing; asking questions is somewhat his way of begging to know more. He isn’t as stoic as he thinks he is, at least not towards you.

“It was good seeing Shanks again. He was heading to Marineford to end the war, and allowed me to stay and hide with him until Luffy made the decision to reunite in two years. He’s actually the one who took me to my childhood teacher; it took about three weeks after burying Ace and Whitebeard to get there.”

Zoro’s curious about how you handled Ace’s burial, but again, that’s something he’ll ask about another time.

“They asked about us. It was different being the one to share experiences about life on the sea; but it was refreshing and fun…I told them all about the crazy stuff we went through, and they let me know about the reputation we’ve built for ourselves. It’s actually kind of cool how many people know of us, but also scary at the same time. It really opened my eyes though; it was probably the first time in a long time that I…” you trail off, repositioning your head to be more comfortable, the hand that lay on Zoro’s chest now tracing lines as you daze off. Sensing that he’s lost you, he opens his eye and nudges you lightly.

“I felt like I had a life purpose again. Gaining the knowledge that a lot of people had their eyes set on us as a team, it made me realize the responsibility I hold. The promises I made to both Ace and Sabo, the ones I made to you and the rest of us, and the promise I made to myself as a child — my ultimate dream: to live a long, fulfilled life.”

“Even though I felt great and motivated after that and even now, the thoughts still linger around. The what-ifs: what if I stayed and attempted to save Ace alongside Luffy? What if I got caught by the Marines? What if the five of you never found me in Loguetown?

It’s a never-ending battle, and I’m getting more tired of myself with every passing day. It’s the reason why even now I exhaust myself mentally and physically, just to escape my thoughts. I guess there must be something happening with the planets for me to experience these feelings right now,” your tone is light, almost playful, yet your words place a heavy weight on him.

You let out a sharp sigh, suddenly turning on your back and staring at the wooden ceiling. You release your Haki to see what the rest of the crew is up to, noticing that some of them have already gone to bed. The only other people awake at the moment are Luffy, Sanji, and Jinbe — sharing a late night snack and a hushed conversation.

“You’re stronger and more resilient than you think,” Zoro states. “As a matter of fact, you’re probably the strongest person I know, both physically and mentally.

You’ve faced nothing but obstacles your entire life, and it makes me wish I had known you when we were younger. You and Kuina would’ve been great friends.” The mention of your lover’s childhood friend makes you smile. He’s only ever confided in you about his upbringing, and you pray to the heavens, hoping that Kuina herself hears you ask for his protection. “I admire you so much.”

And it’s true: Zoro envies how strong you are. He wishes he had unlocked Haki at a young age. He wishes he was as smart as you. There are so many things Zoro admires about you, and he wishes he knew the words to voice it.

“I’m not great with words.” You giggle at his self-awareness but let the laughter die down as he rolls his eye playfully. “But you deserve to be here — alive — regardless of where you came from, what powers and knowledge you possess, and what happened when you were a child. I’ve watched you grow into the person you are today, and it’s been a privilege.

Sometimes, it feels as if I was a saint in my past life to experience this: the open ocean, the different people and places, and you. However you see yourself isn’t how anyone else views you. Chopper looks up to you as a guardian — and despite the small age difference, I’m sure our knucklehead captain does too. Nami, Robin, Usopp, and Franky see you as their sister. I’m sure I heard Jinbe speaking of you like a daughter, and as for the annoying waiter we call a cook, he practically worships the ground you walk on. The skeleton praised you constantly, so I’m not sure how you don’t see the admiration everyone has for you.

You’ve become one of my biggest inspirations. I’ll probably never be in the mood to admit this again, so make sure you’re listening.” He suddenly sits up and rests against the headboard, your movements copying his as he interlocks your hands with his.

He meets your gaze, and you feel like you fall in love with him all over again. He’s looking at you with pure adoration, as if he’s trying to engrave your face into his memory.

Even with tear stains running down your cheeks and puffy eyes, you’re still the prettiest person to exist. Everything about you is perfect, and a demon like me doesn’t even deserve to be in your presence, Zoro thinks.

“The time we spent apart, I took some time to think about our adventures as a crew. I’m not sure if I subconsciously did it because it was a strange feeling being away from you all, or if it was because Perona kept asking too many questions.

After explaining how the ten of us all became a crew, she pointed out that I mentioned you a lot. I didn’t think so at the time, but I guess it’s just something that feels natural to me. What I’m trying to say is…

“I love you. You know this already, but I know sometimes it feels nice to have a verbal reminder. I’m in love with you, and I know I’ll always be. And I’ll help you fight your battles, even when you ask me to give you space. I’ll do anything you want me to, just promise me you’ll let me be there for you. You — in such a short amount of time — have become my greatest weakness.

It hurts when you push yourself away from everyone else, especially me. I know you don’t want to feel like a burden, but you’ll never be one; to me, or the others. Especially to Luffy. Whether you decide to tell him you were there to see Ace, is up to you. I’m positive he won’t react the way you think he would. You’ve always taken on way more than what we ask of you, and applying more pressure to yourself isn’t going to make us look at you any differently. You’re appreciated for all that you do, and will always be.

The only thing I’m asking of you is to take the time and make sure you’re taking care of yourself. Physical battles already take a toll on all of us, and we can always help each other out, but the mental ones we face can only be taken on by ourselves. Even I find it hard to deal with it. But then I’m grounded by remembering the fact that I was put here on this Earth for a reason — everyone was.”

Your jaw is hung open at Zoro’s words; yes, he saves sweet talk for you and you only, but this was an entirely different and unexpected side of him.

You want to cry. You want to kiss him. You want to take all of his pain away and give it to the officials in the World Government. You want to cradle his face in your chest and kiss his cheeks and tell him sweet nothings; yet as you process his words, you sit there in silence.

I’m grounded by remembering the fact that I was put here on this Earth for a reason — everyone was.

Similar to the last words spoken to you by your beloved brother Ace, you feel tears slip out of your eyes and suddenly you’re trapping Zoro in your arms.

“Thank you, Zo.”

The whisper reaches him, and he relaxes comfortably in your embrace. He buries his head in the crook of your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your torso. Even though it took a lot of guts to be that vulnerable, his chest feels lighter. With a soft kiss pressed to the top of his head, you return the words back to him.

“I love you so much. Thank you for always being there for me. You’re truly one of my anchors in this life.”

+x+

You wake up the next morning alone in bed. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, except this time a note sits on Zoro’s nightstand.

Woke up to Nami banging on the door. Kind of surprised it didn’t wake you up either. Anyway, we’re docked now and Luffy dragged me out with him to explore. The stupid cook and Robin are still here on the ship, so I asked them to ring me when you wake up. If you decide to leave the ship, come find me. If not, then rest and I’ll come back to you later. Love you, Zoro.

You smile at the sloppy handwriting, your mind quickly flashing to last night’s conversation between the two of you. You sit and think about it and come to the conclusion that you no longer doubt yourself. You feel as light as a feather, hopping out of bed and changing into a new outfit for the day. You’re assuming your lover had taken it upon himself to change you, not remembering when you had put your sleeping clothes on.

You waltz into the kitchen, greeted with heart eyes and the smell of coffee.

“Good morning to you, Athena. We’ve been waiting for you to wake up, Sanji’s desperately wanting to go pick some things up. Are you feeling better now? Zoro said you were feeling under the weather this morning.” Robin’s gentle voice distracts you from worrying about the amount of blood spilling from Sanji’s nose, a soft smile on her face as you greet her back.

“Good morning! I feel much better now, like I can do anything.” You smile. Sanji’s serving you a plate of breakfast as you sit across from the archaeologist. You start to eat, trying to peek at the newspaper she’s holding in her hand. The headline makes you choke on your food.

“WHAT THE HELL? LUFFY’S AN EMPEROR NOW?!”

Your voice is loud enough that Sanji and Robin are sure the entire island could hear it. Before Sanji’s able to fill you in on what was discussed after you and Zoro went to bed, your shrieks were heard throughout the Sunny.

“WHAAAAAAT?! MY BOUNTY’S AT TEN DIGITS NOW?!”

“Well, you and Zoro missed a lot last night. We’re happy to know that you’re feeling better now though!” Robin says, a closed-eye smile sent your way.

You’re in a state of shock: reading the article that was released less than twenty four hours ago, and you hear Sanji’s tongue click.

“Maybe we should take Athena-swan to Chopper for medicine,” Eyes wide and jaw hung, you nod your head. “And probably look for the embarrassment you call your boyfriend.”

With that, you shove Sanji away from you, standing up quickly and taking hold of Robin’s hand. You grab your bag and walk off the ship with the two of them next to you, feeling thousands times better than last night.

Zoro, you say in your mind. Please don’t be lost. Eh — it’s been hours since they left. He’s definitely lost.

With a new sense of confidence and optimism, you hold your head high and continue your journey in making this a life worth living.

+x+

an (2): ahhhh yes!! athena (reader) is luffy’s sister…i have her while character outline already written. i kinda hate the ending but i also didn’t want to stay stuck on this lil story for too long…but i do want to write more abt our lovely athena and the life she’s willing to live <3

please do leave feedback! it helps me improve :) especially since i’m still learning & getting back into it!!

[hannahspoonsart]

My personal spot i got to do for the Made to Be OC x Canon Zine of my one piece oc Wren with their boys!

Zine available for free! Lots of bonkers good art in there

[helaenacoded]

Y’all PLEASE, does anyone know this one Zoro x Reader series where the reader is the crew’s artist?? She’s also childhood friends with Sanji (she calls him ‘Blondie’) and shares a birthday with Brook. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I AM DESPERATE AND HAVE SEARCHED EVERYWHERE

Update: I FOUND IT!!

https://insecure.ao3.org/works/52088554/chapters/131738923

[flammingnachos]

“𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 （）𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖺 𝗓𝗈𝗋𝗈 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 （𝘔）

𝖲𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌；You know that Zoro's hygiene has been, to put it lightly, lax. You decide that enough is enough, and with a little encouragement from Nami, you decide that there's only one option to convince him. Shower sex.

It’s been 6 days. You think to yourself with a small shudder. The first few days, you almost don’t mind. It’s kinda sexy, the musty scent. It’s a reminder of the hard work that he puts himself through daily. And of course, the visual benefits of that work are certainly worth a mild stench. But 6 days? It’s beyond a mild stench now. It’s a fucking identity trait. You’d only been together for a couple months, so you don’t exactly know what the proper way to bring up this kind of shit. Like “hey babe, I’d love to really take a trip to the bone zone and all, but if we do right now, Brook isn’t gonna be the only dead one on the ship.” Even if you did say that, he’d be so confused, the adorable idiot, and probably pretty dejected too. You sigh, squeezing your eyes closed and press your fingertips to your temples.

“I’m just gonna have to manipulate the poor boy.” You decide out loud, having no idea how to manage that.

“Who are we manipulating?” Nami pops her head in the room with a sly grin. You nod your head in a greeting to her.

“Zoro,” you say with exasperation. “To take a shower.”

Nami laughs loudly. “Good fucking luck,” she’s almost crying with how hard she’s laughing. “I’ve been barking up that tree since the literal day I met him.”

This is not what you needed to hear. You groan and flop back on your mattress, clapping your hand over your eyes. After another few moments of laughing, you feel Nami sit next to you on the edge of the bed.

“Y/n, the answer is obvious.”

You raise an eyebrow and glance up at through the parted fingers over your eyes. “Oh?” You ask.

“Shower sex, duh.” Nami replies, sticking her tongue out at you with a wink.

You flush. Goddamn it. You think. Seductive manipulation is not precisely your forte. Especially with someone as completely dense as Zoro. In some ways, Zoro is one of the most intelligent people you know. He’s instinctual, able to observe his environment, adaptable and cunning in a fight. But with other people? That he actually likes? Let’s just say the wheel is spinning, but the hamster’s dead. Very dead.

“I was afraid of this,” you say gravely.

Nami rolls her eyes. “Christ, y/n. You’re acting like it’s such a chore to have sex with your boyfriend.”

“UGH.” You throw a pillow at her, and she cackles again as she stands up to walk towards the door.

“You’re a true champ, y/n. From all of us Straw-hat Pirates, we thank you for your service.” She salutes, dodging another pillow that you chuck her direction as she walks out the door.

As you sit on the edge of your bed, you grab the last pillow left and shove it into your face, letting it stifle the almost inhuman, frustrated screech that rips through your throat. The sound dissipates, and you stand up, heading up to the Crow’s Nest, where you know the smelly swordsman will be. Nami and Robin snicker at you as you pass and you flip them off crudely. You climb up the ladder to the Crow’s Nest and open the hatch, pulling yourself inside.

You smell him before you can see him.

Why am I doing this to myself? Why?

You turn towards the sound of heavy breathing and you see Zoro, in all his bare-chested glory, doing one-armed hand stand push-ups while he used the free arm to curl a massive dumbbell.

Oh yeah, that’s why.

His back is to you, so you’re able to watch the muscles of his back and shoulders ripple beneath his tanned skin effortlessly. He’s taken his long green coat off, leaving him in only his pants and boots. You can see droplets of sweat dripping down his back, each bead following a different muscular curve. He makes soft grunting noises with each rep and you feel the knot in your stomach tighten and your heart race. You clear your throat softly, hoping to gain his attention. He doesn’t turn, only switching the role of each arm.

So, you try again, this time a bit louder. You watch him stiffen at the disturbance, his head shooting up between his arms to look at the intruder. His steely eyes meet yours and soften, along with his body and he gives you a grin, clearly pleased to see you. He pushes himself up and flips upright to land on his feet before turning to greet you.

“Hey y/n,” He smiles again and grabs a towel off a rack to wipe his face and hair.

He begins to walk toward you and you almost forget your mission. He looks so handsome, especially with that wide grin that he typically only reserves for you. His green hair is damp, making it a slightly darker shade than usual, and he drapes the towel over the back of his neck. He halts in front of you, his hands moving to grip each end of the towel casually. “What’s up?” He says.

You realize you haven’t taken a breath for a few moments, and you inhale to reply to him. Rookie mistake.

The smell of him hits you again, and you cough without warning. Shit, you think. Don’t screw around, y’n. Get this damn mosshead in the shower with you pronto.

“Hey,” You reply, forcing yourself into a smile. “Just came up here to check on you. How are you doing?”

He smiles again, the oblivious bastard. “Oh, okay. I’m fine. Just doing the usual,” he replies. “Shit, your face had me going for a second. I thought something might be wrong,”

He chuckles. You pause a beat too long. He notices. Fuck.

“…is there something wrong, y/n?” He asks, now somewhat nervous.

“Oh no!” You say too quickly. “No, no, nothing’s wrong. I just came up here because…”

You know you need to calm down if you’re going to attempt anything that mildly looks like seduction. You take a breath and drop your gaze, now looking at him from underneath your eyelashes flirtatiously.

“I came up here because I was about to take a shower...” You place a hand on his warm chest and push up to the shell of his ear. You lower your voice. “And I was wondering if you might want to join me?”

You feel him stiffen again beneath the hand on his chest and his breath hitch. His hands come up to lightly grip your hips.

“You what?” He asks, his voice suddenly a little rougher.

You kiss the soft skin just beneath his angled jaw. “Join me. In the shower.” You repeat.

His grip on your hips tightens for a second before he grabs your hand suddenly, pulling you towards the hatch of the Crow’s Nest. It’s so fast that you almost can’t process what’s happening. He opens the hatch with his foot.

“Oh, so you want to come?” You manage. He swoops you up into his arms and jumps down the hatch without regard to the ladder. You land firmly on the deck below and he doesn’t bother to set you down.

“Zoro?” You ask, mesmerized by the concentration on his face. He shifts to hold you with one arm as he opens the door to the bath house room, slamming it behind him. He sets you down and wraps strong arms around your waist, kissing your neck.

“Get in the shower. Now.” He commands. Internal screams. And in that moment, as the water turns on and your simple, oblivious, gorgeous greenette quickly strips away the rest of his clothes, you don’t know what you’re more excited about, the amazing sex that you’re about to have, or the fact that the simple, oblivious, gorgeous greenette is finally going to be fucking clean.

“Get in the shower. Now.” Zoro commands.

Holy shit, you think. If I’d known this would be the reaction, I’d’ve done it ages ago.

Zoro can barely keep his hands off of you, only pausing for a brief moment to reach behind him and turn on the faucet. His calloused fingers roam your clothed body, and you instinctively arch into him. He hums with approval. His lips, hungry for contact, pepper your jaw and neck with affection. You sigh and push closer, only slightly embarrassed when you feel him smirk against your skin. He knows you want him. The knot low in your stomach confirms this. His hands grip your ass, pulling your hips together, and you feel that he wants you too. Through the rough material of his pants, you feel his insistent desire and you can’t help but moan quietly. This elicits a moan from the greenette as well, his head falling to your shoulder, and you pull yourself out of your depravity long enough to feel smug.

“A bit excited are we?” You tease in a whisper.

He growls and pulls your shirt off of your shoulder to bite your collarbone. “Did you not hear me the first time?” His hands go to the waistband of your shorts. “Get. In. The. Shower.”

Your vaingloriousness quickly falls to the wayside as he unbuttons your shorts and pulls them down swiftly along with your underwear. You feel a rush of heat over your body and your urgency now matches his. Deftly, your fingers do away with his pants and boxers as one of his hands now gropes your naked ass. The other, ever more impatient, moves to the nape of your neck and the collar of your shirt. All of your attention, by necessity, is on getting him naked, so you almost don’t notice the rip of fabric being torn from your body until you feel your nipples suddenly harden with exposure to the air in the room.

You mewl as the steam fills up the small cubicle. He doesn’t give you any more time. He lifts you up. “Wrap your legs around me.” It isn’t a question. You comply. With a moan, you feel your core tighten as another flood of wetness seeps out of your pussy.

He groans too. “Fuck,” He can feel your wetness against the base of his cock. He steps the two of you into the shower.

The heat of the water is only matched by the heat between the two of you. Your legs, already wobbly, drop to the floor as he pushes you against the wall, the water streaming down his back as he leans back to look at you. Zoro is sex personified. It’s almost too overwhelming to take in all at once. His breathing is ragged. Your eyes and hands devour his broad chest, feeling each hard plane and individually curated muscle. His hair, now saturated with water, has evolved from its usual hue to a deep jewel toned emerald. His jaw is tight, but his full lips are parted with anticipation. His silver eyes, intense and hooded, bore through you, disarming you with their fervor.

He can’t take it anymore.

His lips crush to yours and you groan loudly against his mouth. One of his hands tangles through your hair, holding your mouth exactly where he wants it. His tongue sweeps across your bottom lip, and you gladly open your mouth for his perusal. His other hand moves to your full breast, massaging it roughly for a moment before he deftly flicks his thumb over your erect nipple. You squirm under his touch. He hums because he knows you love when he plays with your tits. Your hand drifts down to his length, gently caressing the skin there.

“Y/n,” He breathes, ripping his mouth from yours as you wrap your delicate fingers around the base of his cock. The water, hot and unrelenting, streams down your arm as you do so, and you sigh at the warmth of the contact. You’ve always been impressed by every part of Zoro, and his penis was no exception. You marvel at his thick length like it’s the first time you’ve ever been blessed with the opportunity to touch such a monument of masculine sexuality.

As you continue your ministrations, his lips trail down your neck and collarbone slowly, all the way to the height of your breast. He intentionally avoids your sensitive peak, and you squeeze his cock lightly as if to say, no fair. The hand in your hair moves to your hip.

He chuckles and slowly, painfully, flicks his tongue over your nipple. Once, twice, three times, before he begins to swirl it around the area. And to make matters worse, he mirrors his movements on your other breast with his opposite hand. He is playing dirty.

Dirtier than he is after 6 days without a shower, you think sarcastically to yourself.

He interrupts your thought by suddenly taking your erect peak into his mouth and sucking harshly. Your other hand immediately shoots grip to his green tresses, urging his mouth to continue. You begin to pant, the steam from the shower making the air thick and hot and damp. You feel the hand that was on your hip suddenly playing around the edges of your wet folds. He starts with your inner thighs, only his pinky brushing up against your aching core. You begin to pump him faster, moving to play with his balls every so often. Though he is trying to remain composed, his ragged breathing gives him away and his patience with teasing you begins to slip. Zoro’s thumb begins to rub your clit while his fingers move to your dripping opening.

Despite his own almost unbearable desire, he can’t resist taunting you a little. He pulls his mouth away from your breast to look at you. “Is that the shower I’m feeling, or are you really this wet, y/n?”

You see the cocky glint his eye and you want to wipe that smirk right off his face. Without warning, you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, hoisting yourself up to hover right above his stiff cock. Though he is taken off guard, he does not falter as he reflexively moves his hands to catch you. His strong hands hold you up under your ass as his mouth falls open slightly in surprise. He had enough strength for the both of you, and he holds you up with ease, keeping his balance and ensuring your safety as well.

You raise an eyebrow and tease your wet opening over his hard cock. You envelope the very tip of him, groaning as you feel him already stretching you. You both shiver with the promise of what is to come. Or who, is to come.

“Goddamn it, y/n, I can’t take it anymore,” He growls and slams you down onto him, immediately filling you to the hilt. The fullness nearly overwhelms you, your sight momentarily leaving you as you feel every thick inch of him against your inner walls. One strong arm wraps around the small of your back as he continues to hold you up. You love that he doesn’t need the wall for support, and your hand goes to grope his muscular shoulder and bicep in appreciation of his power.

Zoro, as with everything he does, is always intense in sex, and this time is no exception. The concentration is palpable on his face, a small v creasing between his eyebrows. His face is contorted in pleasure and a groan rumbles through his chest. His jaw is tight but his mouth is soft as he begins to thrust roughly into you.

“Oh God, Zoro,” You head lolls back, exposing your neck to him. He seizes the opportunity to begin kissing your neck and jaw, whispering your name again and again each iteration a little more wild, a little more broken. His cock feels incredible inside of you, the angle of each thrust stroking that undeniable pleasure point. The scene is entirely erotic. It’s all too much—far too much.

Each thrust is punctuated by a moan and the slapping of wet skin to wet skin. You feel Zoro’s body stiffen and you know that he’s getting close. The tell-tale build in your own core reflects the sentiment. With each stroke, you climb higher and higher and higher until your ecstasy is inexorable.

“Z-Zoro…” You manage with a gasp. “I’m about t-to…” He growls and his thrusts become even more wild—hard, manic, sure. Your lips find his ear and you gently tug on his earrings with your teeth, your last conscious action before your climax overtakes you. This is Zoro’s undoing.

“Y/n!” He yells, and you feel his seed spill hot inside of you.

You drown together in your pleasure, the waves crashing over both of you relentlessly. When your body is spent, you crumble against his chest and he wraps both of his arms around you. He kisses the top of your head, and rubs your back affectionately as he whispers your name under the still warm water. After a few moments, he sets you down. He offers his arm for stability and you take it with gratitude, leaning against him for another few moments before you separate. He smiles lazily down at you, almost bashful at his display. He rubs his free hand against the back of his neck, a slight flush on his face. You grin back and grab the bottle of soap from behind him and place it in his hand.

“Now,” You say after a long moment. “Get clean, marimo.”

He narrows his eyes. “You tricked me,” He says knowingly.

You grab your own body wash and begin to lather up. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

He stares for another long moment, considering, before he finally shrugs and squeezes some soap out onto his hands and begins to do the same.

You smile and kiss his cheek.

“Honestly,” He says, that grin creeping back on his face. “If this is what showering is going to be like with you around, I’ll shower every goddamn day.”

[ikuramachi]

╰┈➤ A Pact of Blood; the Angel and Demon of Hell.

⟢ Two Blades and a Single Promise.

• Contents: One Piece x original character. A scenario between Roronoa Zoro and his crewmate, Umi, where they promise each other to live and die by each other’s hands; a drabble.

The sun had just begun to dip below the edge of the sea, casting the deck of the Merry in soft amber hues. A warm breeze blew over the ship as the crew gathered for a rare moment of calm. Dinner was done, the waves were gentle, and the energy on board had mellowed into the kind of stillness only found in true camaraderie.

Robin leaned lazily against the railing, a book in her hand but forgotten in her lap, whilst Nami was sunbathing as usual, with some fresh, cold orange juice in her grasp. Usopp and Chopper sat cross-legged on the deck, munching on snacks. Luffy lay sprawled across a barrel, hat covering his face, though his ears were clearly tuned in. Sanji was cleaning his knives nearby, but his eyes often wandered, losing focus too often for his own comfort, but not that it was unwarranted.

Zoro sat cross-armed on the edge of the deck, swords lined beside him, back resting against the rails as he stared out at the sea.

Across from him, Umi sat in her usual style—legs folded underneath her, pipe resting delicately between her fingers, a small wisp of smoke curling from its tip. She had her katana laid across her knees, the sheath gleaming dully under the light. A IV pole stood tall beside her, with a couple bags full of blood attached and connected to her hand, an unusual sight that's become all too familiar for the Straw Hats by now. Her blindfold, as always, masked her eyes, but her expression was relaxed.

A rare silence hung between them. Not awkward. Not uncomfortable. Just charged—like flint waiting to spark.

“Oi,” Zoro muttered finally, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. From the way his eyes looked at her, Umi clearly senses that there must've been thousands of unanswered questions running wild in his hollow mind. “That sword of yours... why keep it sheathed all the time?”

The rest of the crew subtly perked up. Even Luffy tilted his hat just enough to see.

Umi smiled faintly, pipe still balanced between her fingers. “Because it hurts when I draw it.”

Zoro grunted. “Tch. That’s a lame excuse if I've ever heard one.”

Her smile curled wider. “And here I thought you’d be one to understand. What a shame." She exhaled smoke. Suddenly, the pipe was thrown to the ground as Umi straightened up, holding up her bandaged hand to her chest. Her voice roared dramatically, like her very soul was on fire. “It’s not pain I’m afraid of. It’s what the pain brings out!”

Zoro’s gaze lingered on her for a long moment. “...That sword. It’s just steel, isn't t?”

She tilted her head. “No. It’s a part of me. My blood. My fire. When I draw it, it’s like unsheathing my very soul. And souls, Zoro, aren’t always clean.”

There was a silence, broken only by the soft creak of the ship and the ocean’s lull.

Usopp leaned toward Chopper, whispering, “Woah. That’s like... some deep samurai metaphor stuff.”

“Shhh!” Nami hissed, slapping a hand over Usopp's mouth.

Zoro’s arms unfolded. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “And yet... you keep training. Keep swinging it. Even if it puts you down.”

“Of course,” Umi said, as if it were obvious. Her previous whimsical, dramatic demeanor replaced with one much more serious. A gaze that, although he couldn't see, Zoro felt the intensity of which. “Because one day, you’ll have to cut me down.”

The silence that followed was thunderous. The tension was palpable, thick enough it could be cut with a knife. Or a sword... in a situation like this.

Sanji stopped polishing his blade. Robin looked up from her book. Luffy's eyes were almost sparkling, although he wasn't entirely understanding what was going on.

Zoro didn’t react, nor say anything. But his jaw tightened.

“I don’t fight for glory,” Umi continued. “I don’t fight to be the strongest. My dream is... different.” Her tone softened, yet it held the edge of conviction. “I want to make sure the people I love achieve their dreams. Luffy’s. Yours. Sanji’s. All of you. That’s enough for me.”

She turned her face toward Zoro. “And your dream... is to be the strongest swordsman in the world. To surpass even the man who taught me everything I know.”

Zoro’s knuckles twitched.

“So,” she said, tapping the hilt of her sheathed katana. “You’ll have to get through me to get to him.”

Zoro's scoffed, smirking to hide the nervousness that hid beneath the facade. Not because he was scared that he'd lose, but because he feared the weight of new, upcoming promise that he felt. “You planning to stop me?”

“No,” she said, lips curling slightly. “I’m planning to push you.”

He stared at her. Not with defiance. Not with hostility. But with something more potent. Respect.

Umi exhaled smoke and looked toward the never-ending blue horizons. “One day, you and I will fight. No interruptions. No distractions. Just blades and conviction.”

Zoro’s mouth quirked upward into something resembling a smirk. “And when I win?”

“Then you become the world’s strongest,” she said, tone calm and proud. “And I get to say I helped you get there.”

“...And if you win?”

“Then you’ll have to try harder,” Umi said with a shrug.

Luffy let out a low whistle. “That’s cool...”

Nami crossed her arms with a thoughtful look. “So their dreams actually... overlap.”

Robin closed her book slowly. “No. They intertwine. Like parallel blades crossing the same path.”

Chopper and Usopp were in a state that could be only described as being on the verge of tears out of sheer admiration.

Zoro stood up and walked slowly toward her. Umi rose in turn, unslinging her katana from her knees and letting it rest against her shoulder.

"So, we're rivals now." Umi smiled.

“We're allies before anything else.” Zoro replied as he stopped just a feet away from her, his cocky smirk replaced with a softer look now. He let out a sigh, like he was annoyed, but Umi knew that was far from the case. "So... I'd have to achieve my dream to fulfill yours, and to do that, I have to defeat you? Well, I’d be damned. What an odd, twist of fate." He chuckled.

Then, Zoro held out his fist.

“Took the words right out of my mouth.” Umi grinned, soft and content. She raised her fist, too. Their fists collided with a satisfying crack, the sound echoing like a drawn blade in the quiet dusk.

And somehow, the ship felt still. Not just calm, but aligned. Like something in the universe had clicked into place.

A promise was made.

Usopp blinked. “Okay but like—are they gonna fight now or make a blood pact or...?”

Chopper wiped a tear. “That was... that was beautiful...”

Before, Sanji was scowling. Now, he was staring at the sight ahead of him like the whole world just came crashing down on him. His face was scrunched and squeezed like his soul was sucked out of him, steam coming out from him. ”Wh... WHAT?!"

Luffy grinned, wide and bright. “Zoro’s gonna fight Umi someday. That’s gonna be so cool!”

Nami sighed in exasperation, rolling her eyes ever so slightly. Not that she was annoyed, per-say, just that her crewmates never ceased to surprise her. Not that she was complaining, really. “So, are they flirting, or what?”

Sanji practically hollered in objection at Nami’s words, still fuming, so much that he could’ve caught on fire. “IT’S CALLED UNNECESSARY CONTACT!”

Umi grinned, a low chuckle emitting from her. "Until then, let's get stronger. Yeah?"

"Yeah."

[wepashi22]

the kiss (gustav klimt)

to the anon who said they liked my au thank you i love you so much i want to buy you every bouquet of flowers the grocery store can offer and a lifetimes worth of heart shaped chocolates OH MY GOD

[imsryyimlate]

he falls harder

for @onepiece-bingo , heartbeat

— sfw

— summary: sometimes convincing yourself not to feel a certain way backfires. and that exact situation happened to zoro.

zoro hated the fact that you made him smile. whenever he felt the corners of his mouth close to lifting, he either covered it or turned around. it wasn’t that he hated showing that he cares, but the fact that you affected him this much was the cause.

“there something in between your teeth?” you asked him one day.

zoro nodded his head. “yeah, and it’s stuck there tight. look, i gotta go take it out.” he pushed past you and dashed to his training room in the sunny.

“wow, didn’t realize it was that big of a deal.” sanji said, noticing him rush by.

you shrugged his shoulders. “he just does that sometimes…i say something and then he walks away.”

“maybe you have bad breath.” usopp snickered. sanji frowned and punched his shoulder. “ouch! what the hell, man?” he whined, rubbing his skin.

“don’t you dare say yn has bad breath! it’s rude and she’s perfect like nami and robin.” he growled.

“damn okay, okay! sorry yn,” usopp apologized. you patted his shoulder reassuringly.

“apology accepted.”

“he doesn’t deserve your forgiveness.” sanji muttered. you smiled at him and playfully pinched his cheek.

“you’re sweet.” you smiled.

from his hiding spot, zoro frowned when sanji’s eyes were replaced by red, pulsing hearts. you were so nice, so forgiving, so kind. to him, you were too good for this world, too good for him. the swordsman’s frown was then replaced by a scowl.

he told himself not to fall for you.

hell, he told himself not to even like you.

but fate had other plans for him, ones he hated. every laugh, every smile, every movement you made no matter how ridiculous made zoro feel a smile creeping up his lips.

this wasn’t supposed to happen.

these feelings were supposed to be temporary.

however, no matter how many times he told himself that, looking at you and hearing your voice, always made him change his mind. and that made his heartbeat faster.

and that’s when he realized, that if you did fall for him, he fell harder for you.

[ryiju-muunie]

ANON— Lactation kink but with zoro?? :P

You weren’t sure how you got there. Your knees rested snugly against the meat of Zoro’s thighs as he grabbed at your back, hungry and eager. He was nothing more than a perverted shell of himself as he ran calloused fingers up and down your spine. He traced up your back and revelled in the soft gasp that escaped your lips.

You molded yourself to his body and shuddered at his cold touch. The whole of his body was cold, but in some way it made you hotter. His cock twitched in his pants and ached for your sopping cunt. Zoro could smell how you dripped for him as he pressed his clothed erection to your honeypot and inhaled at your skin.

His mouth danced lower and lower until they found the meat of your breasts. They were swollen and perked, and God, he couldn’t get enough of it. Slowly his tongue licked a few circles around your nipple, just to see how you’d react.

“Z-Zoro..” You whispered. Your hand ran up the back of his neck and your fingers brushed through cropped green hair. He took that as incentive to slowly stuff your tit inside his mouth and moan at the sensation. His fingers dug into the side of your body and he bucked his hips.

“A-Aw..” You breathed out, looking down to see his dazed expression as milk dribbled down the side of his mouth, “My l-l.. little baby al.. all excited.. h-huh?” You pressed your clothed honeypot to his crotch and rocked your hips. It was a slow movement that sent electricity through his body. In response Zoro jerked his hips in tandem with yours and pressed you closer.

You moaned when he rolled your nipple through his teeth, back and forth to milk you further. It was almost a kind of dance the way you two ground your bodies together. You wanted to get your release and so did he. Zoro grabbed you and forced you down on his erection, he let out a muffled groan at the building sensation and bit down again.

“A-Ah~” You cried out. You threw your head back and grabbed ahold of the meat of his shoulders to stabilize yourself, but it was all too much. Within seconds you felt yourself unravel with the grinding of your hips and the way Zoro sucked on your swollen, leaking breast. You came inside your panties and soaked the whole of your pants, too. Your juiciest spread across your pussy with each wave of pleasure until you were shaking from the afterglow of bliss.

It didn’t take long for Zoro to orgasm either. He sucked with fervor before a loud muffled moan escaped his mouth and you could feel the wetness bloom in his pants. His eyes rolled back and he ground against you a few times more, before pulling back and wiping the excess breast milk from the corner of his mouth.

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