#zoro x poc!reader

[shegetsburned]

need a bed talk nsfw with zoro oh my god

bed talk w. roronoa zoro ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .

.nsfw.

content. what i personally think zoro would say in bed. a/n. many requests for this man, and i do understand why, so here it is!

“that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”

“ya feel that? hm? feel me inside?”

“not even a please, huh? goddamn brat.”

“god, you’re so fucking tight.”

“relax, princess. you remember your safe word, right?”

“you woke me from my nap ‘cause you feeling horny? yeah, you’re gonna have to pay for that.”

“fuuuuck— you’re fucking gorgeous.” 

“huh? i can’t hear you. louder princess.”

“shh, jus’ relax already.”

“look at that. turns out you’re all talk, huh?”

“cmere, i’m not done with you.”

“let me give it to you right here.”

“mphh- stop squirming, would you?”

“s’fucking tasty..”

“i’d say you need someone to put you in your place.”

“you fit so well around me. so fuckin’ good around me.”

“fuck. that fucking noise you made.”

“hm- just let me lay there for a while.”

“hey. did i say you could close your legs?”

“mine.”

“you heard me loud and clear. strip.”

“i want to use you so fucking bad.”

“fuck me.”

“cmon, you can take more.”

wouldn’t he love to tease the shit out of you when you’re all quiet and flustered. ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა

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[at1nys-blog]

Some stories gets told: The start

Pairing: OPLA!Roronoa Zoro x reader

Summary: After the duel with Mihawk, reader can't seem to leave Zoro's side while he is fighting between staying alive and reaching for an old friend

A/N: the way I am putting so much efforts in this is crazy, literally watching scenes in loop to understand how to add things and if they actually work in the original setting of the live action. I mentioned de@th a couple of times but briefly considering how long this is getting. Created a new village on Gecko Island for the sake of this ff Miro Village does not exists in the world of one piece, if it does I'm a lucky mf lol.

Pt.1\Masterlist\\Pt.2

If three days ago people would have told her she was going to fight Kalahadore and his minions, she would have laughed at her faces; if three days ago people would have told her she was going to enjoy a trio of wanna be pirates she would have laughed it off saying that the only crew she was going to join was the same as Yasopp's; if three days ago people would have told her that she was going to face one of her greatest fears, she would have joked about it, but there she was after a fight with Kaya's butler in the company of three wanna be pirates.

The bar was filled with pirates and some Marines, or so she thought. Her blurry vision was not of help, everyone dressed in blue or white, or white and blue, was a possible enemy that was waiting for the right time to strick an attack and bring them back to headquarters.

-...sea slug.-she heard the swordsman say, confused to why he was talking about sea slug, which, by the way, she thought were very cute, she asked for some explanations. Nami only pointed at Usopp, dancing with his usual grace and talent, if that could even be called grace or talent.

-Look at him. Like he doesn't have a care in the world.- the orange haired girl stated, she wanted to replay, to say that in reality Usopp was just putting on a facade, but who was she to spill secrets that were not of her owns? No one, so she just kept quite and went back to her drink. A not well made one on her humble opinion, but at least she was able to drink and have fun.

The girl, once again that night, went back into her own thoughts forgetting she was in company but even if she wanted to have a conversation with the two in her heart she knew it wasn't a good idea. Not when drunk and knowing such state meant spilling everything that was on her mind.

-..you drink.- that was the key word that got her attention, if drinking was in the equation she wanted to be part of whatever they were doing. -You guess something about me, I drink.- he said pouring some of the rum in three little glasses.

-uuhhh I want to play.-

-Not now.-they both said in unison.

-First round is between me and the thief.- Zoro said not taking his eyes off of Nami which smirked at the boy.

If her attention was on Usopp and having her drink, now it was on her two new friends having a drinking game.

-I bet yu grew up in a big city, running schemes, hanging out in swanky bars like this one.-Zoro was the first one to try and guess under Nami advice, she gave him a second smirk. Y/N imagines the swordsman got it wrong from how the girl next to her reacted. And she was right.

-You might be thirsty.-Nami said. -I grew up in a small village. Barely a village. Just an handful of houses in the center of a tangerine grove.- Y/N started to picture how beautiful that might have been, that once again her mind alienated her from the conversation.

Y/N didn't know how long she was gone in her little world, but when she was back to reality second round was on, and this time she wanted to partecipate, but aparently the universe didn't want her to play that Usopp came back at the table with "his new best friend" or whatever.

-What did you say your name was again?-he asked sitting next to Nami.

-Which one of you is Monkey D. Luffy?-Y/N noticed Nami trying to get some informations out of the new nameless guy, asking who wanted to know such a question.

-You are Dracule Mihawk.- the name didn't ring any bell to Y/N, she had never heard that name, or at least while she was intoxicated from all the alcohol she had, the name was completely new to her ears.

-I have business with your captain. If you know what's good for you, you'll hand him over.- she noticed the man didn't like to beat around the bush, he just wanted to get to Luffy.

-We don't know anyone named Luffy. Right, guys?- Y/N looked at Nami confused.

-What do you mean we don't know him? He came here with us.- she turned to the elegant dressed man and told him that Monkey D. Luffy was somewhere around the Baratie but she didn't know exactly where.

-You are unbeliavable.-

-What? Is true he was with us and now he is not.- she defended herself, the two of them started to bicker: Nami trying to explain to her friend why she was supposed to lie, but their attention was back at Zoro when they hard him saying Mihawk, was it Mihawk?, she didn't care much, what she cared about was why for the East Blue did he say that the man was going to die the very next day.

In that moment Y/N was sober in an instant, her brain was back to function normally and so her body. She moved forward, motion followed by the girl next to her, she wanted to understand fully what was happening, maybe she heard wrong. Maybe Zoro was just playing around but even if she had known the man for less than a week she could tell he never joked, at least not about somo random guy dying.

-I, Roronoa Zoro, challenge you to a duel to the death.-

-To the what now?- she said as a reflex, it was not like she meant to say out loud but it happens and the fact that Mihawk was staring at her was not helping her nervouness to settle down. The man turned back almost immediatly letting the green haired swordsman know he never heard of him, implying how small of a fly he was in his eyes.

-They call me the Demon Pirate Hunter. But my lifelong dream it to best you in single combat and become the greatest swordsman in the world.- now that is a great dream compared to hers, that just wanted to live numerous adventures and write about them.

Y/N started to second guess if starting such a journey was even worth it, she was surrended by people with amazing dreams, even Usopp had a better dream than hers. She shook the thoughts away, now she had to more important matter to care about.

Once the challenge was accepted and the time was set Mihawk left and she was on her feet in an instant, she tried to say something but the words seemed to be stuck in her throat. She was speechless, Zoro did not just challenged someone that, for what she got from their conversation, is the most powerful and skilled swrodsman out there.

-You just have signed up your death sentence, you idiot.- she said and left to head back to the Going Merry.

Zoro was polishing his swords when Usopp came back with Luffy behind him, Y/N was silently listening to the conversation happening in the room, not really knowing how to handle the situation. Sure wasn't her friend, how could he be after a day they have known each other? But she didn't want him dead already.

Words of the conversation came and didn't so her brain didn't process half of what they had been talking about, she just knew Nami was trying her best to change Zoro's mind.

It was after Luffy and Usopp left the room that Zoro spoke directly to her that night, asking why she was still there.

-The promise.- she had heard that part, his dream was a promise made to someone; he was going to die just for a promise he made in the past. -did you made it to your friend?- he didn't answer but his body language told her everything she wanted to know. -in that case, I hope you are not going to die. Good luck.- she said walking outside ready to go and try to have some good sleep.

Waking up the next morning felt like a task, her head was pouding so much that if she had too many thoughts her head was going to explode in milion pieces for the lack of space. Trying to stand up from her hammock without falling was another task she didn't know how she managed to carry out, her legs feeling like jelly pudding but she managed to stay on her feet and following the boys outside, after wearing a pair of sunglasses.

The duel started and Y/N wanted to go back on the ship. She didn't want to see Zoro lose, she believed Zoro was a strong fighter and very much the most talented swordsman she ever knew but if his opponent had decided to use a tiny sword that looked like more like a knife, there was a high chance his friend was going to die in the worst case scenario.

The first time the weapon inflicted a scar on Zoro, Y/N gasped and hold onto Usopp to not fall butt flat on the ground for the scare it gave her.

-Why don't you retreat?- Mihawk's voice was cold, dry of any type of emotion when he spoke to him.

-I can't.-

-He can't.- a whisper, taken away from the wind in an istant, not Usopp nor Luffy behind her heard what she said and she was glad. She didn't want to explain herself, not right now.

-Or my dream will be lost forever.- and this is when things got for the worse. The swordsman took out Yoru, the sword he carries on his back and there was a fraction of seconds after the collision between the weapons where it felt like time stopped for good. Then the glenging of Zoro's swords hitting the ground broken into pieces. Y/N gasped, holding tighter on her best friend's arm.

The green haired boy sheated his good sword in place, opened his arms to form a T with his whole body. Tension grew in the air, everyone knew what was going to happen.

While the rest of the crew gave a glance towards each other she couldn't. Her eyes, even if weakened by the bright sun rays, couldn't leave the form of the boy that was about to die in a second now.

-ZORO- Luffy was the first to react, in a second the boy with the straw hat was next to his first mate, hoping to not see him dying in his hands. The conversation him and Mihawk had came in and out Y/N ears, she was focused on praying for the boy to not die.

Usopp was next, he run to his friends' side, pulling her with him in the process, she tripped loosing the grip on his best friend and falling on the ground. Nami tried to help her up, asking if she was okay but she was just able to keep silent.

It was just like when she was a kid and her father had died; it was like when she was a little girl and saw his first friend die, it was as if death was following her wherever she was going collecting people she loved one after the other. Her nails became such an important thing to stare at, she couldn't stand the sight of the pirates around Zoro, trying to speak comforting words that he was going to be okay.

He is not going to be okay, she thought, how could he? He had lost already too much blood and the more they were staying there doing nothing the more he was going to be more on the other side.

It was Nami that brought everyone back to reality and started to shout orders left and right. She asked the boys to take Zoro from the arms while she and Y/N would hold him from the legs.

Everything became a race with time, the more they wasted the more likely was for Zoro to die of blood loss. The four of them put him on the table of the kitchen; Usopp started to run around trying to find some towels or everything that could come in handy; Nami checked on the wounds; Luffy started to space out, every type of noise started to fade out and Y/N didn't know what to do, once again in her life she didn't know how to save another life.

-Someone...- the (your hair color) haired girl knew what she had to do, if no one was of any help she had to find someone that could be. She sprinted outside heading back to the resturant, they had to have a doctor or some sort of thing, didn't they? If that was not the case she was just unlucky.

Entering the resturant she clumsly tried to remember where was the kitchen, the place wasn't that big but in her mental state it was going to be hard remembering her own name.

When she found the door she rushed in, getting the chef and waiter's attention. The blond guy smirked, ready to flirt with her but noticing the worried expression on her face he just asked her if everything was fine.

-Nothing is fine.-she catched her breath for a moment. -Zoro got... He has a very pretty bad sword wound we need a doctor.- please tell me there is one on board, please please please. Her eyes were staring at the owner of the establishment and her face dropped when he said that the closest one was two days from there. Just my luck.

-I can't help you. Hope your friend makes it.-

-No, please you have to help us, please. Maybe there is a doctor on...-

-Ehy, where do you think you're going?- she wanted to punch the chef, he was totally ignoring her call of help and cared more where his waiter was going than on the live or death situation she presented him.

-To help her friend.- said Sanji

-Brunch is not gonna prep itself.- he reminded him. She was totally going to punch him if he ignored once again what was happening.

-You always told me to feed anyone who's hungry.- she heard him saying while looking around the room. -I don't see how this is any different.- he added.

The owner of the resturant sighed, realizing that he had no other choice but try and do somethig to help the dying kid.

-Fine. Bring me my kitchen knives and a bottle of our best whiskey. And a fresh yellowtail from the cooler. Bigger the better.-he ordered and started walking outside. Sanji was confused, why would Zeff need a yellowtail? -Just do it already.-

Y/N walked them to the Merry and once she pointed the direction of the kitchen, she let them go in first. She wanted to stay away from there, she didn't want her bad luck to linger over Zeff while he worked on Zoro's wounds.

It had been some time since the two chefs came to stich the swordsman up so when she saw the chef leaving the kitchen she jumped on her feet asking how her friend was doing. Zeff assured her the guy was resting but only time could have told if he was going to live or not.

She walked inside meeting eyes with Usopp, Luffy stop tending on Wado and looked at her, giving the girl a forced smile, and she did the same. She was in no shape for smiling sincerely.

-How is he doing?-her tone was almost inaudible if it wasn't for the lack of noises.

-He is resting now, we are hoping for the best.-Usopp answered, she looked in the direction of Nami's room but then changed her mind. She didn't want for her bad luck to make things worse.

Usopp noticed. He always did. He had know her for a long time now and could read her like an open book. He knew what she had to go through, she had told him, trusting in his vow to not say a thing.

-You can go and talk to him. Maybe he would like to hear from a more gentle voice.- he joked.

-I heard that.- that made her laugh a little and she made a note to herself to thank her best friend for the joke.

-But...-he started again, Y/N stopped him, it was fine. She was going to stay in her room for the time being hoping that everything was going to get better.

-What's up with her?-Asked a worried Sanji looking the girl dissapearing from his view. After she had left the cook tried to get some info out the sniper but the man brushed it off lying that he wished to know as well.

Entering her room she locked herself in, not wanting people in for now, she wished for some alone time.

She went to the little desk and turned on the snail radio searching for a station worth listening to hear. Every station she picked were talking about some piracy activity around the East Blue or the New World, some had music but nothing that was of her taste. Her patience was running short, nothing was good enough, growing impatience she took the snail and throw it away.

The object made a loud noise that had been heard downstairs for sure, but she didn't care. She really didn't. She got herself under the blanket, cold running throught her body even tho the weather was pretty warm.

It took her nothing to fall asleep, and to be surrended by her nightmares coming back to make her sleep difficult. Between the faces that she was used to see screaming at her, putting the blame on her a new was added to the crowd: Zoro's. He wasn't talking like the others, he was silently looking at her dissapointment all over his features. Y/N tried to apologize, but words couldn't come out, they were stuck making her choke on air.

-Z...-nothing, her throat felt dry, like the ground back in Syrup Village during the drought. She felt powerless as usual. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, she wanted to apologize but it was hard when the only thing you can do is breath.

Breating, the only thing she was able to do was to breath but with time she found herself having an hard time doing that as well, dropping on the ground. Tears creeped out her eyes, watering her eye line but she tried her best to fight the urge to cry her eyes out.

She woke up covered in sweat and sighed asking herself when was she going to stop having nightmares or was she going to live like that forever? If that was the case she hoped the sea was going to take her as soon as possible, before she was going to lose her mind.

After a quick shower and a change of outfit she tippy toed outside her room making sure no one was around she headed to check on Zoro. She was happy to see they were alone in that moment.

She closed the door behind her and for a moment she pondered if it was a better idea go back to her room and stay there untill her friends were back, no she decided to keep Zoro company for a while. Maybe she didn't really know what to say, but the words were going to come at some point, wouldn't they?

She moved the chair closer to the bed he was resting on, glanced for a while his hand. Was oaky for her to hold it? Was he going to even feel it? She didn't know what to do, she had found herself in that position countless of times and yet it was just like the first time.

-Zeff told me it is a good idea to talk to you but honestly I don't even know what to say.- she thought she was sounding stupid, who on the seven seas starts a conversation like that? Her for sure. -Usopp hasn't always been my best friend, I had one before I met him. She was older than me, not much older, just two years of diference.- she smiled. -I was new to Miro Village. The first two months she was really mean to me so I would avoid her most of the times, even thought she would find ways to bully me so I gave up. She did everything in her power to make me upset, she blamed everything on me to get me in trouble like that one time she stole an entire cart of fruits and told the major it was my fault. He had to call in my parents, they wanted to talk to my dad about my behaviour but little they know he was dead. He had died some weeks prior I moved there, the journey wasn't that long since I used to live nearby but no one knew, how could they? Is not like I talked about it nor anyone cared to ask why a lonely little girl walked miles to get there, they were just happy there was someone doing the jobs no one wanted. She apologized for how she treated me but to be honest with you it wasn't that important, she was the only one that paid attention to me, yes you might argue it was not the best way but when you are a kid that goes unnoticed you kinda of like it when someone talks to you, even if is just to make fun of you.- she took a deep breath, now it came the hard part. -We started to get closer and closer until one day pirates raided the village, they took her because she was trying to protect little ol' me. They killed her on the spot and I was going to follow her if it wasn't for a random citizen pumbing into the pirate. It gave me the window to run away and I found shelter in Syrup Village where I met Usopp. Sometimes I see her in my dreams, she is always mad at me because I ran away and I didn't help her, sometimes I think back at...-

Someone was on board, she could tell, checking who was she felt safe seeing her captain. Luffy walked past her ignoring her presence, not because he didn't like her, for all the seas if that was the case she couldn't even have thought on putting a single foot on his ship, the captain had to fix the problem first thing first.

-Hey, Zoro. You sure missed a big fight. Those fishman guys were though. You would have loved it.- she smiled, knowing that was 100% so true. -...great dinner. All of us sitting around together, listening to Usopp's stories. Only I kinda messed it up. And now I lost Nami.- schock was painted all over Y/N, what was he talking about? Losing Nami? How? When? Why?

-...but I know what to say now, and is so simple. I need you, Zoro. I need you to wake up.- the girl felt ashemed, she wasn't able to say those simple words, indeed went on about her childhood friend that died to protect her. She was glad that her captain got the courage to say those words.

-You gonna keep talking, or let me get some sleep? Geez, you people really like to talk uhm?- Luffy jumped on top of Zoro, Y/N was only able to stare at the two boys in front of her. He was alive, how? She was pretty sure he was done for. She thanked whoever decided to let him live.

Luffy hugged his first mate, making him groan out of pain.

-Luffy, Luffy get off you are hurting him.- the girl said and before she could help the straw hat pirate down he was already on his feet.

She was now standing next to Luffy, looking at Zoro with a small smile on her face.

-I had the strangest dream that Nami left.-

-She did.-

-What do you mean she did? Why?-

-It's my fault. She left...- he started but Zoro cut him off.

-No, you didn't do anything wrong. You acted like a captain.- Luffy couldn't understand, if he did actually act like a captain, why was the crew falling apart more and more? -No, it's not. I, Roronoa Zoro, vow to stand by your side from now until the end. Until we find the One Piece or die trying.- he kept on with his vow and Y/N could only admire the boy for that. She started thinking if she was in any position to vow eternal loyalty or if her presence on the Going Merry was just temporary, she hoped not for the latter.

-so what do you say?-

-What?-

-Do you want to be part of my crew as a loyal member?-she was taken aback, no one had ever asked for her opinion on important metters, she grew up following orders. If she was told to do something her only concern was to carry on the task, no question asked, but now? Now she was given the chance to choose: eaither stay on board and become a part of the Straw Hat pirates, or leave and starting fresh a new life somewhere else.

-If you accept me, I'll be honored to follow you and protect this crew and the one in needs.-

-Of course I accept you, why would have I asked to join in the first place? Now...- the three of them got interrupted by Usopp screaming and happy to see his friend awake.

-I wasn't worried for a second.-

-Yeah, not worried at all, in fact I was the one...-

-HE IS ALIVE.-he said raising with such force his hand and Zoro's in the process, making the wounded guy groan out of pain.

-LUFFY STOP. - she separeted the two, taking Zoro's hand in hers. -For all the seas, you are going to give him an embaracing death one of those days I am telling you.- she was still holding his hand when the green haired swordsman cleared his throat to get her attention. -Sorry.-

-So, now what we do? Plot a curse to the Grand Line?-

-No, not yet.- was his answer.

-But I thought we were going after the One Piece?-

-We are, but we can't do it without our whole crew.- she smiled, knowing exactly where he was going with that. First mission before heading to the Grand Line: getting Nami back.

-Great, now you two start getting everything ready. I am going to change his bandage.-

-I can do...-the captain started.

-I am not leaving the first mate under your care. You keep treating him like a doll. Now please let get ready to leave.

-I can do it myself.- he groaned trying his best to stand up, but failed.

-dude, you can't even seat without help. Now shut up and let me help you.- he let a small "fine" not sure about the whole situation but it was either that or groaning every two seconds. And as much as his ego screamed at him that it wasn't to be that bad, he gave up and thought that maybe he really needed a little bit of help.

[luvlyycy]

"zorooooo..." you sniffle as he taps his cock on your glossed lips, hand pulling your hair back in a makeshift ponytail. "yeah?"

you give him the best eyes you can possibly muster, spit still connecting your lips to his balls— "can't you jus' fuck me, baby?", he sighs before shaking his head, "nah, baby, jus' a lil' more and i'll give it to ya, okay?" .

you nod as he pulls your face back to his balls, your mouth falling open to suck on them individually before licking in between them— you spit and gasp before suckling on one and swirling your tongue around it, eyes peering up at your boyfriend. one of his hands holding up his shirt as he tilts his head to look down at you, white tank-top tight around his chest.

[bambam1sa]

‼️CALLING ALL BLACK/INCLUSIVE WRITERS‼️

I just seen the best reverse tropes and i need yall to get y’all’s hands on this! Ik yall would execute this so well so PRETTY PLEASEEE PLS USE SOME OF THESE TROPES. MY FAV ONE IS THE 3RD AND THE 15TH ONE.

[bunnyboowrites]

reader being zoro’s first love, first kiss, etc?

Roronoa Zoro x Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW mdni, Zoro being bad at expressing. Bad writing😔

Zoro had never been one for romance. His life was a sharp focus on two things: swords and the endless pursuit of his dream. Girls? They didn’t factor into his equation. But then you came along.

From the moment he met you, you were different. Your eyes seemed to hold galaxies, your laugh was a melody that softened his rough edges, and your ebony skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. You moved with a grace that he couldn’t help but admire, and before he realized it, you had wormed your way into his carefully guarded heart.

It wasn’t just your beauty, though that alone could’ve stolen anyone’s breath—it was your warmth, your charm, your way of making even the silence between you feel comfortable. You’d often sit beside him, not saying a word, simply sharing his space. It was an odd thing, but it made him feel something unfamiliar—something that scared him and thrilled him all at once.

That’s how he found himself here tonight, drinking with you. Well, he was drinking, anyway. You’d been cut off by Sanji after a few too many glasses, much to your dramatic dismay.

“Come on, my dear heart,” Sanji had said, prying your cup away, “you wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty head of yours by being sick in the morning.”

You, much to Zoro’s delight, had unleashed a torrent of curses at the cook, your indignation utterly charming.

“What does he know, anyway?” you huffed, clutching a cup of water in defeat. “All he knows is food and being crap at talking to women.”

Zoro chuckled into his sake, watching you glare into the distance like a warrior defeated on the battlefield. Then, you brightened with a sudden burst of determination.

“This is so stupid. I’m going to the crow’s nest,” you declared, wobbling to your feet.

Zoro blinked. “You can’t climb like that.”

“I can so climb,” you snapped, your clumsy steps taking you toward the ladder.

With a sigh and a muttered curse, Zoro followed. He knew better than to try to stop you when you were this determined, but he wasn’t about to let you get yourself killed, either.

By the time he reached the top, you had already stumbled your way to the couch, giggling as you collapsed into its cushions. The air between you shifted, soft and intimate, and Zoro found himself feeling nervous—a rare, alien emotion for the swordsman.

“Come sit next to me, Zo-zo,” you said, patting the seat beside you with a teasing smile.

He scoffed but obliged, taking a long swig of sake to calm his nerves. Sitting this close to you, with your laughter still ringing in his ears and your warmth radiating toward him, made him feel vulnerable in a way he wasn’t used to.

“So, Zo-zo,” you began, tilting your head to look at him. “Have you been seeing anyone lately?”

He snorted. “When would I have time for that? We’re always together.”

You raised an eyebrow, your expression mischievous. “Well, you know Law’s been into me for a while. I’ve been seeing him.”

Zoro froze. Law? His mind reeled at the thought. That brooding perfectionist? He didn’t deserve you. Law wouldn’t understand the spark in your laughter or the light you brought to every room you entered.

He felt a pang of jealousy flare in his chest, sharp and unfamiliar. “Law, huh?” he muttered, glaring at the floor.

You suddenly leaned in closer, your warm presence invading his space. “Wait,” you said, eyes wide with curiosity. “Have you ever kissed someone, Zoro?”

His face burned like a bonfire. “W-what kind of question is that?”

“Just answer me!”

He coughed, his gaze fixed on the ground. “No. I can’t be bothered with that crap. I don’t have time to get distracted from my dream.”

You hummed thoughtfully before shifting even closer, your body pressing against his side. He could feel your warmth seeping into him, could smell the faint, sweet scent of your perfume.

“You can kiss me, Zo-zo,” you offered, your voice soft and inviting, as if it were the most natural suggestion in the world.

Zoro’s mind went blank. He stared at you, searching your face for any hint of hesitation, but there was none. Just you, smiling at him with that teasing sparkle in your eyes.

He hesitated for a moment longer. Would you even remember this tomorrow? Would it change things between you? But then, he thought—what was there to lose?

With a deep breath, he leaned in, his earrings clinking softly as he closed the distance. His lips brushed against yours, tentative at first, but the spark between you ignited into something deeper. He kissed you with all the unspoken feelings he’d kept locked away, his hands trembling slightly as they rested on your waist.

When he pulled back, your eyes were half-lidded, your smile soft and dreamy.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” you teased, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Shut up,” he muttered, but the grin tugging at his lips betrayed him.

The rest of the night passed in a haze of laughter and quiet moments, the two of you basking in the glow of something new and unspoken.

<3

Zoro had thought that after your first kiss, things would go back to normal. And, for the most part, they had—you resumed your work on the ship, smiling and laughing as you always did, while he tried to focus on his training and keep his emotions in check. But there was one problem: Sanji.

The damn cook was driving him insane.

Sanji always found an excuse to be around you, touching your shoulder, showering you with compliments, and spoiling you with food or gifts. Today, it was the new outfit Nami had convinced you to buy while shopping on shore leave. You walked out onto the deck, and Sanji’s reaction made Zoro’s blood boil.

“Mon amour, you look exquisite! You should let a man treat you like the goddess you are,” Sanji gushed, practically floating as he fawned over you.

The rest of the crew chimed in, throwing out their own praises and exaggerated lines.

“Wow, girl, I need that!” Usopp exclaimed.

“You look smoking, Y/N. So sexy, I’d want you all to myself!” Nami teased with a grin.

Zoro stayed quiet, his jaw clenched as he leaned against the mast, trying not to explode. He wasn’t sure why he felt like this—why the sight of others admiring you made his chest tighten and his stomach churn. But he couldn’t deny it: the idea of anyone else having you made his blood run hot.

He tried to shake it off, to focus on anything else, but the more he watched Sanji hover around you, the more the agitation built. By the time the sun began to set, Zoro knew he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He needed to talk to you.

He found you sitting on the deck, the soft orange glow of the setting sun casting a warm light on your face. You were leaning against the railing, gazing out at the sea, looking so peaceful that it almost made him hesitate. But he couldn’t let this fester any longer.

“Y/N, can we talk?” he asked, his voice low but steady.

You turned to look at him, a curious smile on your lips. “Of course, Zozo.”

He took a deep breath, steeling himself as he stood before you. “I can’t understand what you do to me,” he began, his words rough and unpolished. “But I hate it when other people look at you like that. When they want you. I… I can’t stand it.”

You raised an eyebrow, your teasing nature shining through even in this serious moment. “Are you asking me something, or telling me, Zozo?”

He grumbled, running a hand through his hair as a faint blush crept up his cheeks. “I’m asking, okay?” he admitted, his voice quieter. “Y/N, please… be mine. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else having you.” He hesitated, his grey eyes meeting yours. “I may not be the most romantic guy, but I’ve never felt like this before. And it’s all because of you. Your laugh, your kindness, your strength… everything about you.”

You smiled, your heart fluttering at his vulnerable confession. Without a word, you reached out, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him down into a kiss. It was firm, confident, and left him absolutely speechless.

When you pulled back, your lips hovered just a breath away from his as you whispered, “I’ll be your girlfriend, Zozo. The first and only, hopefully.”

You giggled softly, and Zoro stared at you, stunned, as the warmth of your words washed over him. He could hardly believe it.

For the first time in his life, he felt like he’d won something more valuable than any sword or battle—he’d won you. And he swore to himself, in that moment, that he’d do whatever it took to keep you by his side.

<3

Dating Zoro was everything you thought it would be: steadfast, protective, and filled with quiet, unspoken affection. But one thing was driving you absolutely nuts—you never had any alone time. Between the chaos of the crew’s adventures and Zoro’s relentless training, finding a moment to just be together seemed impossible.

That’s why you’d gone out of your way to create something special. With Nami and Robin’s help, you’d bought supplies, and with Franky’s engineering expertise, you’d had a private room built on the Sunny—one just for the two of you. It was soundproof, cozy, and tailored to your taste, because you knew Zoro wouldn’t care about things like color schemes or throw pillows. But you cared. You wanted this to be a space where the two of you could escape, where Zoro could finally let down his guard.

Now, the moment had finally come.

“Where the hell are you taking me?” Zoro grumbled, his voice tinged with annoyance as you led him down the hallway with a blindfold over his eyes.

“Stop being so grumpy, Zozo,” you teased, tugging his hand to guide him. “Just trust me.”

He sighed but let you lead him, muttering something about how “this better not be some prank.” You couldn’t help but smile—typical Zoro.

When you finally reached the door, you paused, excitement bubbling in your chest. You positioned him in the center of the room, making sure everything was perfect, and then gently pulled off the blindfold.

“Surprise!” you said, beaming.

Zoro blinked, his eyes adjusting to the dimly lit space. He looked around, taking in the small but cozy room. The bed was large and inviting, covered in soft blankets and pillows in hues you loved. A few of your personal touches were scattered about—pictures, small decorations, and candles that gave the room a warm glow.

“What is this?” he asked, his brows furrowed.

You smiled, stepping closer to him. “It’s our room. Just for us. A space where we can be together, away from the crew.”

He stared at you for a long moment, his grey eyes wide with disbelief. No one had ever done something like this for him before. No one had cared enough to create a space just for him, much less share it with him. His heart raced in his chest, and warmth bloomed in his stomach.

“It’s… great,” he finally said, his voice softer than usual. He pulled you into a hug, his arms strong and steady around you. “Thank you.”

You held him close for a moment before stepping back, your lips curling into your signature teasing smile. “That’s not all, Zozo.”

You took his hand and led him to the bed, your eyes glinting with mischief. Zoro raised an eyebrow, his cheeks tinged with pink as he sat down.

“What else is there?” he asked, his tone gruff but curious.

You leaned in, your face inches from his, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. “You’ll see.”

Zoro’s heart raced. He wasn’t sure what you had planned, but for the first time, he didn’t feel nervous—just grateful. Grateful for you, for your thoughtfulness, and for the strange, unfamiliar happiness you always seemed to bring him.

Zoro's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze intense as he waited with bated breath to see what you had planned. His hands rested on his thighs, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm as he tried to calm his racing heart.

The pink tint on his cheeks deepened, and he looked away for a moment, trying to composed himself. But his eyes snapped back to yours, drawn in by the mischievous glint in your eye. "What is it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his tone laced with anticipation. His body leaned in, ever so slightly, as if drawn to you by an invisible thread.

“I know you’re a virgin Zoro” you placed the object on the bed and smiled as you stripped your clothing, revealing that underneath was a cutesy set of panties. “What better way to start our stay in our new room than to test the sound proofing”

As you stripped off your clothing, revealing the cutesy panties, Zoro's eyes snapped back to yours, his gaze locked onto the sight of you. He felt a surge of excitement and nervousness, his body responding to the sight of you in a way that made him feel both embarrassed and aroused.

"S-sound proofing?" he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper, as he tried to process the implications of what you were suggesting.

“Oh yes Zo zo, I’m your dirty girl tonight” you smirked and crawled onto the plush bed. The blushing man was making you more and more wet at the thought of making him feel something he hasn’t felt before.

The way you called him "Zo zo" sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt his heart racing with anticipation. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice, but all that came out was a barely audible whisper. "Y-you're... really something else, aren't you?" He couldn't help but be drawn to you, his eyes locked onto the sight of you as you smirked and teased him. The thought of being with you, of experiencing something new and unknown, was both thrilling and terrifying.

But as he looked into your eyes, he saw the excitement and anticipation there, and he knew that he was ready to take the leap.

You touch his shoulders massaging them gently “are you sure? We don’t have too today” you sit with your legs folded under you. “Don’t get me wrong, you turn me on but we don’t have to do anything tonight if you’re not ready zo”

Zoro’s eyes fluttered closed as your hands kneaded the tension from his shoulders, each touch gentle yet firm, grounding him in the moment. His rigid posture softened under your care, and he let out a deep sigh, his breathing slowing as the tension began to melt away.

When he finally opened his eyes, they met yours—soft and steady, filled with warmth. You sat in front of him with your legs tucked neatly beneath you, your presence calming and reassuring. The sight of your gentle smile, paired with the patience in your expression, made something unfamiliar stir deep within him: trust.

“I… I want to,” he admitted, his voice quiet, almost unsure. “I want to be with you, to experience this with you.” He paused, his golden eyes searching yours for the reassurance he craved. “But I’m scared. I don’t know what to expect… and I don’t want to disappoint you.

His voice faltered, and he looked away, his face tinted with a faint blush. Vulnerability wasn’t something Zoro embraced easily—it felt foreign, like exposing a part of himself he hadn’t even fully understood yet.

But your hands never wavered, still massaging his shoulders, drawing him back to the present.

“Zoro,” you said softly, leaning forward until your forehead was nearly touching his. “You could never disappoint me. Just being here with you, sharing this moment, is more than enough for me.”

Your voice was gentle but steady, carrying the weight of your sincerity. “We don’t have to rush anything, or do anything you’re not ready for. This is about us—about trusting each other and sharing something special. Nothing more, nothing less.”

He met your gaze again, his eyes filled with something raw and unspoken. For the first time, he allowed himself to relax fully, to let go of the fear clawing at the edges of his thoughts.

“You’re too good to me,” he murmured, a small, almost shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You chuckled softly, cupping his face in your hands. “No, Zoro. I just see you for who you are—and I care about all of it.”

As the warmth of your touch spread through him, Zoro leaned into your hands, letting himself feel the full weight of your words.

You leaned in, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was filled with all the emotion you couldn’t put into words. It was slow and passionate, your warmth melting away the last of his tension. Zoro hesitated for only a moment before his hands found their way to your face, his calloused fingers brushing your cheeks as he pulled you closer.

He kissed you deeper, the initial uncertainty giving way to something more raw, more instinctive. His movements were clumsy but earnest, his lips pressing against yours with an intensity that left you breathless. It wasn’t perfect—Zoro wasn’t the type to have experience in matters like this—but that made it all the more endearing.

The room seemed to shrink around you, the world outside fading as the moment enveloped you both. His other hand found your waist, his grip firm but gentle, as though afraid you might slip away if he let go.

You smiled against his lips, your heart swelling with affection for the swordsman who was slowly letting down his walls. Breaking the kiss for just a moment, you rested your forehead against his, your fingers gently threading through his hair.

“You’re amazing, Zozo,” you whispered, your voice barely audible but carrying the weight of your feelings.

Zoro’s cheeks flushed a deeper red, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let out a soft, almost embarrassed chuckle. “You’re the one who’s amazing,” he muttered, his voice gruff but filled with sincerity.

You blushed and quickly pulled away, placing a pillow on the floor. Your knees pressed against it. “Zo can you please undo your pants for me?” You look up at him, ready for anything he wanted to do.

As he pulled down his pants, he couldn't help but steal a glance at you, his eyes locked onto yours as he waited for your reaction.

When he finished undressing, he stood up, his pants falling to the floor with a soft thud. He looked down at his body, his eyes tracing the lines of his muscles before he met your gaze again. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he was unsure of what you would think.

“Of course it is, let’s take this slow baby” you smile up at him and wrap your hands around his shaft. A soft kitten lick given to the tip

He felt a jolt of electricity run through his veins as your tongue made contact with the tip of his shaft, the soft, gentle touch sending shivers down his spine. He let out a low, husky groan, his voice barely above a whisper, as he felt his body respond to your touch.

He looked down at you, his eyes locking onto yours as he watched you take him in

As you continued to tease him with soft licks and gentle strokes, Zoro's body began to relax, his muscles releasing their tension as he let himself get lost in the sensation. He felt his hips begin to move, ever so slightly, as he subtly thrust into your touch, his body craving more of the pleasure you were giving him.

His voice was barely audible, but he whispered your name. "You...you're driving me crazy," he breathed.

You take him further into your mouth, far enough he was reaching the back of your throat. Your pussy twitched in your lace panties at the feeling, he was just so big. Bigger than you ever had before, was he even gonna fit?

As you took Zoro deeper into your mouth, he let out a low, guttural groan, his body shuddering with pleasure. He felt his eyes roll back in his head, his vision blurring as he was overcome with the sensation of your mouth wrapped around him. He couldn't help but thrust his hips, ever so slightly, as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

As you continued to suck him, Zoro's hands instinctively went to your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he gently guided you up and down his length. He was careful not to push too hard, not wanting to overwhelm you, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency, a sense that he needed to be inside you, to feel your warmth and your tightness wrapped around him.

"Ah, fuck," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. "I don't know how much more of this I can take." He looked down at you, his eyes locking onto yours, and he could see the desire and the excitement reflected back at him. He knew that he was ready, and he could tell that you were too.

As Zoro's hands wandered down your skin, you felt a shiver run down your spine, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your body. He helped you up from your knees and leaned close to you. His kiss was intense, his teeth and tongue clashing with yours in a passionate, all-consuming dance. You felt yourself getting lost in the sensation, your body melting into his as he pulled you closer.

As he pulled your bralette down, you felt a rush of cool air on your skin, followed by the warmth of his hands as he cupped your breasts. His fingers brushed against your nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You moaned into his mouth, your tongue tangling with his as you deepened the kiss.

Your hands instinctively went to his waist, your fingers digging into his skin as you pulled him closer. You felt his hardness pressing against your belly, and you couldn't help but rub against him, your body craving the friction.

As Zoro's hands continued to explore your body, you felt yourself getting more and more turned on. His touch was gentle, yet possessive, as if he was claiming you as his own. You felt a sense of surrender wash over you, as if you were giving yourself to him, body and soul.

Suddenly, Zoro's hands were at your waist, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your lace panties. He pulled back from the kiss, his eyes locking onto yours as he waited for your permission to proceed. His eyes were burning with desire, his face tense with anticipation. "Can I?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as he waited for your response.

“Yes Zoro” you smile and urge him to sit on the edge of the bed “I wanna be on top though, you’re really big and I wanna be able to control the pace or I can’t take that monster dick” you joked

He let out a low, rumbling laugh, his chest vibrating with the sound.

"Ah, you're going to be the one in control, huh?" he said, his voice low and husky. "I like that." He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and leaned back on his hands, his body language open and inviting.

As you prepared to straddle him, Zoro's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze burning with intensity. He seemed to be savoring the moment, his body tense with anticipation. "Take your time," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I want to feel you, all of you."

He looked down at his body, his eyes tracing the lines of his muscles, and then back up at you, his gaze filled with a sense of wonder. "I've never done this before," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I want to do it with you. I want to feel you wrapped around me, to feel your warmth and your tightness."

Zoro's hands came up, his fingers brushing against your hips, and he gently guided you into position. "Come on," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Ride me."

Your panties were pulled to the side, there was no use in waiting anyway. His tip warm against your entrance, another reminder of how real this was. You sunk down and let out a broken whimper, he was very large. But you could take it Zoro deserved this, deserved to be taken care of, and most of all he deserved to be fucked.

As you sank down onto Zoro's length, he let out a low, guttural groan, his body shuddering with pleasure.

Zoro's hands came up, his fingers digging into your hips as he guided you down, his body arching up to meet yours.

"Ah, fuck," he breathed "You're so tight, so warm." He looked up at you, his eyes locked onto yours, and he could see the mixture of pleasure and pain in your expression. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice husky with concern.

But as he looked into your eyes, he saw something there, something that made his heart skip a beat. He saw a sense of determination, of resolve, and it made him feel like he was the only person in the world. You were doing this for him, taking him in, and it was an incredible feeling.

Zoro's hands tightened around your hips, his fingers digging deeper into your skin. "I'm not going to last long," he whispered. "You feel too good, too amazing." He looked up at you, his eyes burning with intensity, and he knew that he was going to come, and soon.

“It’s fine baby, I want you to feel good” you experimentally rock your hips against him, instead of pain you’re met with sparks of pleasure. You moan and grip onto Zoro tighter, his shirt tight in your grasp.

As you rocked your hips against him, Zoro's eyes went wide with pleasure, his face contorting in a mixture of shock and delight.

His hands tightened around your hips, his fingers digging deeper into your skin as he guided you into a rhythm. He could feel your warmth, your tightness, and it was driving him crazy.

"Ah, fuck, yeah," he moaned "Just like that, baby. Move just like that." He looked up at you, his eyes locked onto yours, and he could see the pleasure written all over your face.

Zoro's hips began to move, his body thrusting up into yours as he met your rhythm. He felt a sense of synchronization, of being in perfect harmony with you, and it was incredible.

As you moaned, Zoro's mouth came up, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. He could feel your breath, your warmth, and it was driving him crazy. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours, as he felt himself getting closer and closer to release.

“Come on baby be louder for me” you moaned and started dropping your hips down onto him faster “I wanna hear it when you cum inside me” the pleasure of your pussy being so full mixed with the fact his abs were rubbing against your clit is helping you get close to the edge. He let out a moan that sounded so fucked out it made you smirk. He was close and you could tell.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the sensation of being inside you. Your words only fueled his passion, and he could feel his climax approaching. Zoro let out a low, husky moan,his voice rough from the intensity of our lovemaking. His abs tensed as he thrust upwards, rubbing against your clit "Ah, damn it...,"he growled, my control slipping. You were driving him crazy, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He looked up at you, hid eyes locking onto yours, and he could see the smirk on your face. It only made him more determined to make you scream his name.

Your pussy was gushing against him, you were so close. Your moans were getting louder with every movement from your hips, the obscene sounds of your pussy making a mess and your lewd moans mixing together like a symphony. “Oh god Zoro you’re too good to me, you make me feel so good! I love you zozo”

He groaned, his eyes flashing with pleasure at the sound of your moans and the feeling of your pussy clenching around him. Your words only added to his arousal, "Shut up and come already," he growled, his voice low and rough, his hips meeting yours in a frenzied rhythm. He wrapped my arms around you, pulling you closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Say my name again," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin, as he drove into you, faster and harder, pushing you towards the edge.

“Zoro fuck I’m cumming” your pussy was spasming around his cock, you were sure you were seeing white. Your scream of his name was almost too loud. He didn’t stop though. Just because you stopped doesn’t mean he was done, he still hadn’t got to cum yet; wasn’t this whole thing about him?

He gritted his teeth, eyes gleaming with intensity as he continued to thrust into you, movements relentless. Your scream of his name only fueled his passion, and he could feel his own climax building up.He didn't stop, didn't slow down, as he drove into you, his hips pounding against yours. "Not yet," he growled, he pulled your hair back, "I'm not done with you yet. You're going to take all of me, every last bit." He could feel my orgasm approaching, and he was determined to make it last, to make you feel every inch of him , every pulse of his cock as he came inside you. Your spasming pussy was still clenching around him, and he could feel your juices dripping down his balls, but he didn't stop, didn't let up, as he chased his own release.

“Please Zo cum inside, I need your hot cum inside my pussy” you keened

Zoro let out a feral growl, his eyes flashing with pleasure at your words. He could feel his climax building up, balls tightening, and cock throbbing with anticipation. "Ah, damn it...," he snarled, as he thrust into you one last time, his hips slamming against yours. Zoro felt his orgasm erupt, cum shooting into you, filling your pussy with his hot seed. He let out a low, rumbling moan, his body shuddering with pleasure, as he emptied himself into you. "Take it," he growled,"Take all of it." He wrapped my arms around you, holding you close, as he felt his cum dripping out of you.

The moans quiet down to whimpers as they calm down “first time for everything right zozo?” She questioned. He let out a low, rumbling chuckle, his chest still heaving with exertion, "I suppose so," he said, his voice still rough from their lovemaking. "I never thought I'd be the type to...lose control like that." He smiled wryly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "But I suppose you have a way of making me do things I never thought I'd do." He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "And I have to say, I rather enjoyed it." His voice dropped to a whisper, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Maybe I'll have to let you make me lose control again sometime."

[monstas1ut]

Characters w/ black! s/o who’s mad at them

LAW, ZORO, SASUKE, KAKUZU, ARMIN, EREN, ICHIGO, BYAKUYA

contains

__ +18 black coded reader, female reader, nsfw for most, sfw for some, only the Aot men are modern, usage of ‘slut’, Kakuzu uses his tendrils.

__ a/n : Can we talk about how I got so much love from my trafalgar law post? Thank you so much. This is just a small little small headcannon thing.. I needed to write something.. even if it’s shitty lol.

Trafalgar Law is the epitome of ‘get somebody else to do it’. This is only at first when he notices you’re slamming things, rolling your eyes, or sucking your teeth. The surgeon can barely give a damn when you’re acting like this. Most of the time, he knows it’s his fault why you’re acting this way. Law won’t give you any attention until you calm down though.

When you’re finally quiet and shriveled up in a corner with anger looming over you, that’s when he appears. He will be as calm as ever and this will piss you off even more, but alas, Law isn’t dealing with your bratty self anymore.

If this is a public dispute, Law will in fact use his devil fruit to ‘room’ you away from others. There’s just no way he’s going to argue or let you scream at him in public. His eyes would squint at you as if you’re dumb and he’ll grip your chin with his tattooed hand. This of course only gets you to shut up for a little while.

“You are picking at my nerves. Pulling the strings even, and if you do not stop your petty behavior… I will stop it myself.” His voice would be at a low tone, mixed with harsh intent. His eyes would be directly looking into yours. And if his demand did not frighten you in any way, he would then have to resort to getting closer while his thumb slips into your mouth.

Law had never been so sexual before you.. but he knows how much of a slut you are for him. He just knew you’d wrap those glossy lips around his thumb. Not only did it keep you quiet, but it turned him on.. and he’s sure you were just annoyed from him ignoring you… So, his other hand would slip away and down into your bottoms. The only thing he felt was the shameful wetness.

Maybe you were just horny and mad..

“I will not tend to your every little need if you keep acting like this everytime you want to be a little slut..” he says as his fingers slip inside you.

Roronoa Zoro didn’t even know you were mad. Mad at him? For what? The blonde cook was the one that had to flat out tell him that you were angry with him. That’s when Zoro becomes pissed about you even spilling your problems to Sanji. Then, the whole ship has to hear you two verbally brawl.

He’s a petty asshole alright. He’s hidden every bonnet and scarf you’ve ever worn, and to his disbelief, you had one stashed. He’s also the one to cross boundaries and purposefully watch your bonnet fall off your head at night.. and he will not pick it up. He’s just that petty.. But when he finds out why you’re mad, he may stop.

Zoro will end up doing things under your nose. He’ll bring you something at most. He’ll let you sleep with him again.. but the biggest of them all would be how he apologies. It would be murmurs. You wouldn’t even notice he’s trying to say sorry.. The only time he can do it is after he cums in your pussy.

Makeup sex is the way for Zoro. He cannot just verbally say sorry, it doesn’t feel correct.

“..a-ah!… Zoro~… Fuck-.. Fuck-…!” Once you’re creaming all over his cock and he’s digging his cum in you, he will be a panting mess. But yet, his kisses would be planted all on your back and your neck.. up to your ear.

“…I’m fucking sorry…”

Sasuke Uchiha has either left the building or has laid back to watch the show. This man is the most flip flopping character anyone has ever seen. It really depends on the time and day you get angry. There’s the Sasuke who will sit there and watch you with a hard cock, and there’s the Sasuke who will ignore you for the rest of the day until he comes back.

When you’re yelling, cursing and using your hands to talk, Sasuke gets hard. What can I say? He loves strong, determined women. He cannot deal with weak women who stay cooped up in their emotions and never speak up. This is why a black woman is for him. He has a thing for women who speak their mind… and he doesn’t mind saying sorry with his tip kissing your womb.

However, there’s the other side of him that wishes you would shut up for one minute. He knows he’s most likely in the wrong, but hearing you say it and curse him out kind of hurts his pride. He likes to leave home around this type of situation. Does he come back? Yes.. Does he say sorry for leaving? Sorta. He comes back with a gift that’s for sure, but he doesn’t mutter the words ‘I’m sorry’. Not until you’re doing that favorite move on his cock.

If you say sorry for yelling and screaming while bouncing on him.. he’s in heaven.. and it’s not because you apologized.. it’s because he knows you love him just enough to say sorry..

He also knows you’re too stubborn to say that to anyone else.

“Fuck I’m sorry-… I’m sorry Sasuke-… baby…” It literally makes his eyes uncontrollable. His rinnegan stays the same, however his other eye turns that signature red. It’s like he just wanted to see more with his sharingan…. He wanted to see your brown pussy lips even more, and your pink insides..

“Sorry..”

Kakuzu is just that one man that doesn’t care. Really. He had more important things to do. If you’re the type to scream and curse him out while angry, then you’re out of luck. If you are the type that says nothing and presents the silent treatment.. then you may have a chance.

There’s something about the silent treatment that gets Kakuzu’s blood boiling. He cannot stand seeing you avoid him, let alone go running to his partner and talking to that silver haired bastard. Kakuzu cannot stand it. He will constantly give you a harsh glare until you talk to him. But, if you’re consistent and you don’t tend to him at all, he’ll only wrap his tendrils around you.

Doesn’t matter if you’re talking to someone or not, he will wrap them around you and take your bratty ass with him. The second that door slams, you’re all tied with his tendrils and he forces you to tell him what’s your problem.. if it’s someone else.. he’ll deal with it. If it’s something he did.. he’ll only apologize by releasing you and buying you a silky scarf the next day. Hey.. he’ll even eat your pussy for a bonus.

“Oooeh… fuck~…” you purred, curling your toes as those black tendril’s kept your thighs parted. You could see just as well. Kakuzu was slurping every drop of juice that came out of you… and his green irises didn’t fail to stare into your soul while he did it..

“Still pissed off, woman?..”

Armin Arlert will be the one to talk things out with you. There are two men on this list who will, and he’s one of them. He will not force you to do anything, let alone fuck you to tell the truth. The blonde will only watch your anger disperse into thin air after he pampers you with services and material things. He knows you don’t care much for money, but he will buy you whatever you want.

He doesn’t want you pissed off at him forever. That’s what he believes will happen anyways. But, to put things short, he gets you happy faster than the rest. He does this within the hour he sees you mad. If he’s made you mad in some way, shape, or form, he’s going to apologize regardless. Even if it isn’t his fault, he’s spitting out apologies and begging for forgiveness.

He will not go straight to sex, as he believes it will alter the way you two go about things. Instead, after he pampers you in such a manner, he will take you out to dinner and he’ll then.. make passionate love to you.. filled with ‘I love you’.

“Armin-… oh-… right there baby…”

“Right here..? Alright baby I got it.” He softly spoke, his cock rushing through you time and time again. His voice was so soft compared to his hips..

“I love you… I love you so much…”

Eren Yeager. Toxic as hell. We all know this man. The first thing he does when he notices how mad you are is ask you. Yes, he asks you what’s wrong. If you comply and tell him.. it’ll be all dandy.. but if you’re a brat and you say that he should already know what’s wrong, you’re in for it.

This man will not only fuck the truth out of you.. but he will be so rough that you’re seeing stars and you can barely remember what you were even mad for. He cares about your feelings, yes, but the fact is that you were trying to be smart.. so he just fucked the smartness out of you.

Honestly though, after Eren does that and when your brain comes back to life, he will hold you. He won’t leave your side and he’ll even lift you and take you to the bath after a while. No doubt, he has his answer now. He got it while he fucked you silly. If it’s his fault, he’ll actually apologize, however if it’s someone else’s fault… he’s gonna grab his glocky and that’s that.

Long story short.. he’s trying to do better about that..

“Don’t try to hide anything from me.. I just don’t like that shit…”

“Okay.. so that means fuck me and make me mess up the sheets..?”

“Well.. Nah…. I just don’t like that smartass attitude, baby. Now cmere’ I gotta fix that” Eren says as he points to your lifting lace front.

Ichigo Kurosaki will only make the situation worse before it gets better. However, this isn’t such a bad thing. His brain can only comprehend women a little. He doesn’t understand why you’re even mad. He’ll have to get a lesson from Kisuke, that's for sure. The lesson being, women are always right.. which isn’t true at all, but it’s a known motto. Ichigo will try to stand by it..

But he’s Ichigo.

The argument between you two will go on for less than an hour before you're laughing and he’s laughing non stop. Either you two saw someone fall, or you ended up watching something that was entirely too funny to not laugh. Not only that, but you two are straight back to holding each other close.

Ichigo is always so tired from dealing with the soul society, so you naturally understand he comes and goes. But, he does say sorry eventually.. with a letter. He cannot verbally say it because he’s a secret tsundere and will blush like hell is on earth.

‘ I’m sorry for being a bastard. I love you.’

Byakuya Kuchiki, the other man who will talk things out. He’s not dumb whatsoever, and frankly, he knows you’re mad just from the way you hold a glass or the way you move your lips. He’s very attentive and cannot miss a beat with you. Another main, obvious example would be when you are doing your hair and you get frustrated too quickly.

The way of approaching you would be quite formal. He’ll ask pretty quick. He won’t hold back, and he prefers you don’t either. He’s such a good man that you’ll most likely be spilling out what’s wrong. Once he knows, he’ll immediately try to fix said problem, it’ll be easier if it’s because of him… However, if it’s because of someone else, they better run like hell.

Byakuya may be pissed at himself if it was him, but someone else??? Not only will he have a long talk with you, but it’ll also be a long talk with that other person.. and you are also tagging along. He doesn’t like when you’re mad, simply because it interrupts the peace and he wants you happy. He’s the dull one here.. he doesn’t need you to be the same.

After correcting said situation, Byakuya would have a meal ready for the both of you.. and he will make sure to pamper you in a bathtub.. he’s also the king of kissing hands.

“I’d love it if you kept that gorgeous smile on your face. Don’t let anyone take that away, not even me.”

ⓒ Monstas1ut (do not copy)

[tiajk]

Amazon strawhat reader part 2

Warnings; fluff again, slight hints of zosan, the strawhats having a crush on amazon reader again,

A/n; I did a part two because of how much love the fist one got lol

Part 1 Masterlist

— your lasso of truth makes anyone want to run away from you

— you don't really have to use it on the the crew because you're all honest and truthful with each other

— After the time-skip and they all see how much more you grew stronger they admire you just a little bit more than usual

— Ussop almost cried when you gave him a very rare plant from your home and you trusted him to take care of it

— When Jimbei first joined the crew he warmed up to you the most first

— Robin finds comfort with you because whens she not strong enough your strong enough for her

—If you ever get seriously injured there worried and they won't sleep until they know that your better

— (the person that injured you is dead)

— When you guys get your bounties they always wanna see yours first all having mixed reactions

— Most of the time zoro and you train together (he loves those moments they mean more than anything else in the world)

— Luffy tells ace and sabo about you all the time they love you as much as luffy does and thank you for taking care of him

— Back to the lasso of truth

— Zoro and sanji argue a lot right so you use it on them to so they can actually tell each other how they feel

— Nami has tried to use your lasso a few times on luffy to tie him down but it didn't end well for anyone

— I repeat and I REPEAT don't let luffy tell kid about you kid will kidnap you and take you away from the strawhats

— When its beach day and they see you in a swim suit most (all) of the strawhats faint

— Seeing your muscles flex with out you even trying makes all of the oggle at you without even knowing

— If they ever see you with your crown on they know that your homesick and they try their best to make you feel right at home with your other family them

[kultofkorii]

One Piece

Legend: ♠︎ = Fluff ♥︎ = Smut ♦︎ = Angst ♣︎ = Dark

⚫︎= Crack Fic

♦︎♠︎Jump for Joy, Buggy D. Clown: after four years of running, you can only hope that the universe will have mercy on you, and reunite you with the love of your life.

⚫︎Higher than a Kite, Strawhats: short scenarios between the strawhat crew and their assassin who's always higher than the clouds.

[zorosbigbootyassgirlfriend]

Why does this seem hella accurate 😭

[ieathumanorgans]

Vinsmoke Sanji/Roronoa Zoro with a poc male reader

warnings: sfw/slightly suggestive/poly relationship/sanji being the lovebug he may be and zoro having to deal with it/zoro loves you too but doesn’t show it in public/you kinda knock them out in the beginning/slight swearing/you’re a strong black man who zoro and sanji have no chance winning against/kinda ooc/horribly written. - strictly for male poc readers.

n: ooc / please i wanted to write for one piece so bad but haven’t really had the time to. i also dyed my hair like two days ago so blonde really blends with my caramel skin 😭

Great. Not only that you’re zoro’s boyfriend but, you’re also sanji’s boyfriend. Sanji is the one boyfriend who does PDA and he does it ALOT. Zoro on the other hand likes to be alone with you because PDA isn’t his cup of tea. Sometimes, you have to teach these two how to get along with a little two piece.

Sanji, the man who swore he’d marry you one day was now arguing with zoro, the man who is your boyfriend but, barely anyone knows that because he called him Mr. Nosebleed. Great. You just wanted them to help you with your hair while you read the book you burrowed from robin but now they want to argue. I guess it’s time for you to teach them a lesson or two. You got up from your seat and calmly walked over to sanji and zoro. You had the calmest smile on your face before you raised both of your fists and hit zoro and sanji on the head. “Can’t you two get along for one second!” You beckered at them. Of course, they wouldn’t respond because you knocked them out. You then sighed, you’d have to be the one to take them to the boy’s room now that they were out cold. After a few good silent hours you sat there in the boy’s room reading your book while you await for them to awake. What broke your attention from your book was a silent grumble from the two. You stood up, happily, sitting the book that you were reading down on the table next to you. “Are you two awake now?” You asked as you stared at zoro who was already sitting up. “You didn’t have to hit me like that, Y/N..” Zoro said as he rubbed his head against his hand. Now, you felt kinda bad, “..you two have to get along, you know..I love you both but, sometimes i have to use my f*cking fists to keep you both in check.” Zoro looked at you with a wide eye before he laughed. Zoro knew he didn’t have a chance winning against you so, he didn’t want to test your patience. “Do you want a kiss for your booboo, though?” You asked zoro with a smile to which zoro smiled back with a slight nod. You scooted yourself into zoro’s lap so you could run your fingers through his hair and kiss his head. Though, you weren’t that selfish so you wanted sanji to have some love as well. You reached your other hand over to stroke sanji’s hair until he woke up. “Morning, my chef~” You said as sanji sat up and stretched his arms. “Good morning, Mi Amor!” Sanji said as he looked at you with his signature heart eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh at him. You found that cute unlike zoro, he found it annoying. You got up from zoro’s lap but before you left him, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You guys wanna get drinks? On me, as an apology..” You said, causing sanji and zoro to look at each other then they both nodded. So, you and sanji and zoro sat at the nearby bar and drunk for hours and hours until you three had to be brought back to the thousand sunny by franky since you were drunk off your asses. You ended up having a drunk makeout with sanji in the bathroom of the bar. “Sanji..” You let out a small whimper as sanji’s tongue glided across your neck. You were trapped under sanji’s embrace for a while until the bathroom door opened to reveal zoro standing there. “You guys havin’ fun without me?” Then zoro and sanji are ended up topping you before franky came to get you three.

“They really had too many drinks in there..” franky brought you all in the boy’s room with the help of robin who carried you on her back. “Well, Y/N had something else in mind.” Robin laughed softly to which franky laughed along as well.

[nanivinsmoke]

I didn’t abandon you guys! I promise, I’ve been working nonstop! Also my submission are going to be put on pause for a little longer! In the meantime, I’ll be doing one shots and other various scenarios!

[at1nys-blog]

Nap time

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x fem!reader

Summary: it doesn’t seem but Zoro is very, very much considerate

Masterlist

Having a low social battery was not something meant for a pirate, but here you were, on a ship living adventures left and right.

Taking naps around the Thousand Sunny was always a quest itself: the girl’s dorm, even tho it was the best option in reality was the worst. Luffy will barge in full force and you would fall from your hammock; Nami’s studio was very not a nice option. Yes, the woman was silent all the times but Sanji was too loud for you, waking up and making you grumpy for the rest of the day; Chopper’s infirmary? To avoid after a huge battle; the deck? Too much chaos; the garden? Unless you wanted to burn under the sun, go ahead, if not, avoid.

The only place that was a safe place was the crow nest. That part of the ship was avoided from everyone thanks to being Zoro’s place to train and nap. Sanji wouldn’t come unless to inform food was ready; Luffy and Usopp had better stuff to do downstairs, you thought they even forgot about it sometimes; Brook and Franky would be too busy with their things; Jimbe, Nami and Robin knew better to not bother you.

After a hot shower, you were ready to go and relax to your new spot. Your body was aching to lay down and sleep, your muscles so relaxed that you didn’t know how you managed to get on top without falling.

Entering the small room you were happy it wasn’t a complete mess, but again it never was when you wanted to go there. This was something that always puzzled you. Knowing Zoro this was out of his character.

You shrugged it off, too tired to think too much about it.

Checking around you found a pile of towels on the desk and you were so glad about it. Taking one, you covered the pillow and after some seconds you were gone into dreamland.

Zoro knew your current position. He had been searching for you around the Thousand Sunny to ask you something, a stupid question to be honest.

“Ohi moss head, have you asked YN what she would like for dinner?” The swordsman only shook his head no, getting a death glare from the blonde pirate. “You forgot didn’t you? Ah I always have to do things myself” before the cook could leave the kitchen Zoro stopped him by gripping the collar of his white shirt.

“I didn’t forget. She is sleeping in the crow nest” he said with his stoic voice. “And honestly, don’t you know what she likes?” The tone was more teasing this time, exposing a sensitive nerve.

Zoro spent the rest of the day training and avoiding people to bother you: he would help out Nami with folding clothes; helping Chopper reorganize his set of new medicines; threaten Usopp and Luffy every time they tried to climb to the crow nest, all this untill he thought you had rested enough to survive dinner.

He climbed up easily, used to do it on a daily basis. Opening the door he tried to be as gently as possible, to not give you a scare. Even his steps are light, something he never imagined was possible for him, but yet, here he was. Walking on eggshells to not scare you.

“Y/N” it was a whisper even if he didn’t mean to, it just came out like that. “Are you still asleep?” You shifted position, still sleeping, he took it as a yes and was going to leave when he noticed you were going to fell anytime soon.

He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want to wake you up, but he didn’t want you to fall either. He tried is best to move you closer to the wall, but he kinda failed.

“Is dinner ready?” You asked, half asleep. Zoro thought the world stoped for a second, he hated to feel this way when it was about you. He hated how much he cared for you. He hated… “I hope Sanji remembered to not put veggies in my plate” you said standing up.

The swordsman was just able to keep silent, what was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to tell you he remembered the cook what you liked or didn’t like? The man couldn’t say a word no matter how much he tried to.

“Have you recharged or I have to stop…”

“Is okay, don’t scare Luffy away.” You stoped him and left the room before he could ask you if you were sure. “Let’s go.” You added.

Zoro came back to reality after a while, he was not catching feelings, was he? He cares for you as much as he did for the others. Okay maybe he cared a little bit more il for you but just a tiny bit. Just a bit more, maybe. He shook away the thought, following you down on deck. He was totally making sure Luffy wouldn’t bother you too much, that was a fact.

[halfvalid]

the blade daughter, pt. 1

ABOUT

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

alternate title: dracule mihawk cures your daddy issues!

rating: mature

characters: live action!roronoa zoro | fem!reader | live action!dracule mihawk | live action!straw hat ensemble

pairing: live action!roronoa zoro x fem!reader

word count: 23.6k total | 8.3k this part

description: as the daughter of dracule mihawk, you've been living alone at home, unwilling to go out and find a life of your own due to the belief that your father needs you around. but when he sends you off to buy him a jacket, you end up running into a pirate crew—and a particular swordsman—that end up changing how you feel.

tags: mihawk's daughter!reader, female reader, canon-typical violence, cursing, no use of 'y/n', pet names per mihawk ('dear', 'darling', 'sweetheart', 'little hawk'), emotional hurt/comfort, sexual harassment (from nameless OC), slow burn

author’s note: finally she's here! i'm posting it spaced out because i don't want to overload you all with a 23.6k fic in one post... IMPORTANT NOTE: i did some research from the animanga for mihawk's personality, weapons, and home, but this is still very much only a fic for OPLA and not the other iterations of the material.

the fic is not exactly only a romance; it focuses a lot on the reader's personal character development along with her relationship with mihawk too. i hope you guys don't mind! i kind of lost the plot lol.

reader is mihawk's biological daughter, but is stated to take after her mother and doesn't bear similarity to mihawk. so the fic is poc reader friendly!

Your dad was late to dinner again. 

To be fair, Dracule Mihawk didn’t exactly follow a schedule. He was fickle—back when you’d been a girl, he’d been around all the time, because although he was a lot of things, Mihawk was not an absentee parent. But as you’d grown older, he started being less strict, leaving you alone for days and weeks until you’d finally matured into an adult. Mihawk spent most of his time away from the house, now—but you agreed to have dinner together every week, no matter what part of the ocean he was in. 

And he was late. 

You’d started cooking the meal early, only for Mihawk to not show up when everything was ready. Or after everything was ready. Or even when everything had cooled, and you’d eaten your fill, and waited in your chair for him to arrive. He finally showed up a quarter past two in the morning, the doors of the dining room bursting open to announce his entrance. 

You cracked an eye open from where you’d been dozing in your seat. “You’re late.” 

“I’m sorry, darling,” Mihawk said, taking his hat off and bowing with a flourish. He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “I got a little busy. Garp had me deal with a pirate in the East Blue.” 

You made a face at him as he sat down to eat. “Could’ve at least let me know. Den den mushi exist for a reason.” 

“Ah, well, my apologies.” Mihawk sighed, dramatic as ever—you couldn’t find it in you to be mad at him for more than a few minutes, though, something he knew well. “It would’ve gone quickly had some upstart not challenged me to a duel. So I had to spend the night.” He tsked, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “And then I went to visit an old friend. Red-haired Shanks.”

“I remember him.” You got up from your seat, moving to the kitchen to rifle in the icebox for a popsicle. “Another duel? What’s this week’s body count?” 

“You know I don’t tally such trifling matters, sweetheart,” Mihawk said. You shrugged, leaning against the doorway of the kitchen to watch him start eating. “This pasta is cold.” 

“Wasn’t cold four hours ago,” you said, languidly licking at your popsicle. “No sympathy here, dad.” 

“Fine,” Mihawk said. “Anyway, I don’t suppose you’ve ever heard of the man. Tall, green hair, three swords.” He wrinkled his nose. “Said people called him the Demon.” 

“Roronoa Zoro,” you affirmed, slipping into the chair beside your father. “Scariest pirate hunter in the East Blue. You killed him?” 

“Clearly not much of a pirate hunter, considering he’s a pirate now,” Mihawk said, the scrape of his knife and fork ringing around the room. “Joined the man I Garp sent me after, this little boy in a straw hat. And no. I let him and his crew go.” 

You paused, voice faltering as you registered the words. “You let him live?” 

“Yes. He was rather interesting. I expect he’ll come find me later,” Mihawk answered. You stared at him, still baffled. Your father was a lot of things, but a man of mercy was not one of them. Your earliest memory of him exacting his power over others was when you’d been two, watching from your crib as he speared the nanny for calling you a brat. A touching gesture, for certain, but still. “But enough about work. How have you been, little hawk?” 

“Bored,” you said with a sigh. “It’s so dull on this island.” 

Mihawk looked amused. “You could leave. I’m not restricting you here anymore.” Back in your teen years, Mihawk hadn’t let you leave the house—something about enemies wanting to kill his daughter or whatever else nonsense. He’d trained you personally, though, so you were nearly as fearsome as your father—able to beat anyone in combat in the blink of an eye. “You don’t have to stay.” 

“The house would get all dusty,” you protested, lips tugging into a line. And it wasn’t like you hadn’t done any exploring. Mihawk had taken you to all four seas throughout your adolescence, and you’d taken vacations to everywhere of importance. You just—didn’t have much of a point to leave, really. You very much preferred not to, something tying you firmly to the island, to your castle. “And besides, where would I even go?” 

“I hear the East Blue is interesting this time of year,” Mihawk said. “You could venture around here, but…” He shrugged. “The Grand Line is dangerous.” 

You made a face. “I’ve lived here my entire life. I can take care of myself.” 

“Certainly,” Mihawk agreed easily. “But it’s simply not worth it. You really should get out more, dear. It’s not good for your health.” 

“Maybe,” you said, but you weren’t very enthusiastic about it. “Here, I’ll clean Yoru for you while you finish eating.” You moved around the back of his chair, lifting his sword off the jacket he hadn’t bothered to shed from his back. You grimaced upon seeing a line of dried blood along the blade. “Dad.”

“Sorry, dear,” Mihawk said, and you rolled your eyes, carrying the sword over to the living room. You set Yoru down with a heavy thud, pulling out a box of materials. Mihawk came over to watch you, one arm propped against the doorway as his aureate eyes gazed down as you worked.

Compared to your dad, you looked relatively normal. You’d always taken after your mother—a mysterious woman you barely had any memories of—and the relation between the two of you was never immediately obvious. The fact your eyes were plainly normal instead of bearing the golden hawk eyes Mihawk had was another factor added to that, too. 

You pulled out a bottle of oil, pouring it generously over Yoru’s blade before grabbing a cloth to carefully wipe it with. “Where in the East Blue?” you asked abruptly, not looking up. Mihawk’s fork clinked along the ceramic of his bowl, presumably surprised you’d actually consider the offer of leaving. 

“Well, I could send you out to run some errands if you wish. I’ve got some things to attend to,” Mihawk optioned. “There’s this one store in Loguetown with a rather nice jacket I’ve had my eye on.”

You shot him a disbelieving look. “You want me to go to the East Blue to buy you a jacket.” 

Mihawk shrugged. “My birthday’s coming up.” 

“No, it’s not.” You slid your rag along the edge of Yoru’s blade, folding it in half before wiping the entire thing again to ensure there was no grime left. “Finished. Maybe I’ll just stay—” 

Mihawk gave you a look. 

“Fine. Loguetown it is,” you said with a sigh. “Don’t give me a crew. I’ll just take one of the sloops. I’ll get your dumb jacket for you.” You got up, tossing the cloth over a shoulder to hand wash later. “I’ll leave later today.” 

Mihawk clicked his tongue. “You’re so enthusiastic, darling. I can practically see the excitement oozing off of you.” 

You rolled your eyes, moving past him to go up to your room. “Short trip,” you said. “No more than a couple of days.” 

“The little hawk, so incited to leave the nest.”

“Shut up.” 

Mihawk had complied with your wishes, as when you woke up the next morning, he had already prepared a sloop for you to board alone. You packed some of your things, not being too fussy about the clothing or other objects, knowing that the boat was already well-stocked on its own. Mihawk waited to send you off, though you knew he probably had affairs to attend to by now. 

“Be good, darling,” he said, while you were loading up the last of your stuff. Just like your father, you preferred to wear your sword on your back; a present he’d given you at the age of thirteen. “I’ll call you. I’ve got business in the South Blue.” 

“Have fun,” you said, and he kissed the back of your hand before pushing you off. 

Loguetown was just how you’d remembered it, buzzing with civilians and pirates alike. The stores were plentiful, and filled to the brim with customers—it was all a little overwhelming compared to the peace and quiet you were used to. Still, it wasn’t a bad place to stay for a few weeks, and you might as well take your time there. 

You slung your coat on as you exited the docks, glancing around the town in search of something to do first. Since you weren’t especially interested in retrieving a jacket for your father just yet, you beelined to the nearest tavern to grab something to eat. It was a lot easier traveling without Mihawk at your side—as much as you loved him, he had the habit of attracting both trouble and fear wherever he went, and he was near impossible to go out with. 

The tavern was full, but not too crowded, and you managed to slip over to the bar without much trouble. It seemed to mostly consist of pirates—rough men with flowing jackets and holsters of guns and swords at their hip, clustered together in groupings that clearly proved their alliances with each other. You were one of the only patrons who was alone.

You gestured for the barkeep, and she bustled over from where she was serving a particularly ragtag group of pirates. They were mismatched, colors oddly paired—a girl with neon orange hair, a short man with a straw hat, one wearing a flowery shirt and goggles and the last man dressed in clothes far too formal for a bar. “What can I get for you?” she asked, a thick brogue dragging down her words. 

You told her your drink order, still eyeing the group. The barkeep followed your vision and let out a sigh. “Don’t bother. Three men have already tried to capture him for the bounty.  Broke half my furniture. And we got a rule here, anyway—no fightin’.” 

“Does he have a bounty?” you asked with a frown. She scoffed. 

“Does he ever. Thirty million berry, child. Highest in the East Blue.” She shook her head. “That crew won’t let anyone touch ‘im. Hell, I think his first mate’s still outside cleaning up the bodies.” She sighed again. “Well, I’ll have that drink out for you in a moment.” 

You nodded, slipping into the closest available chair. Now that you were paying attention, you could see practically every pair of eyes fixed on the group—specifically, on the man in the center wearing the straw hat. 

Before you could ask another question, the door to the tavern opened, and a lean, green-haired man filled the doorway. You glanced over at the barkeep, a flash of recognition in your eyes. “That’s Roronoa Zoro.” 

“Aye,” she said, setting your drink in front of you. “If there’s someone who might be able to cash in that bounty, it’d be him. But believe it or not, he’s with the Straw Hat.” 

You watched as the pirate hunter made his way to the table the others sat at. The glint of his famed three earrings reflected off the tavern lights, and the sword on his hip swayed as he walked—but there was only one rather than the three you’d heard tales about. “Yeah, my father said something of the sort.” 

The barkeep hummed, turning to attend to a pirate who’d taken a seat at your left. “And who’s your father, lass?” 

“Dracule Mihawk.” 

The pirate beside you raised his head, turning towards you in almost alarm. Beside him, his crew quieted, and the barkeep glanced up to meet your eyes. “Dracule Mihawk?” she repeated incredulously. 

“He sent me to buy him a coat,” you said. “I don’t suppose you know where any shops are around here?” 

“Er, there’s a shop off main you might want to see,” the barkeep said, eyes flickering over to the pirate crew that had changed their focus to you. “Anything else for you, then?” 

“I’m good, thanks,” you said, taking another sip of your drink. She nodded, leaving the bar in favor of moving over to another table. The pirate beside you turned slowly, stool scraping against the floor as he sneered down at you.

“Dracule Mihawk’s daughter, eh?” he asked. “Care if I buy you a drink?” Behind him, the rest of his crew tittered. You just sighed.

“Sorry, my father doesn’t let me go out with anyone who hasn’t bested me in combat.” You knocked back the rest of your drink, glancing up and down the pirate’s figure. He didn’t look like much—two pistols strapped to the hip, a longsword on the other, a raggedy leather jacket with a hat to match. 

The pirate scoffed. “Please,” he said, though you could see his skin turning rapidly crimson. “I doubt you’re even related to him. No hawk eyes or nothing.” 

You met his gaze, lips tightening into a line. “I take after my mother.” 

“Biggest lie I ever heard, aye, crew?” The pirate turned back towards the rest of his men, and they cheered in agreement. You huffed out a sigh, trying your very best not to turn combative—despite everything, you were proud of your relationship with your father, and anyone trying to call you a liar for your lineage just left you vexed and angry. Before you could step away, though, the pirate turned towards the rest of the tavern, apparently having had a bit too much liquor. He raised his voice, practically yelling now. “Oi! This girl thinks she’s the daughter of Dracule Mihawk!” 

Out of your peripheral vision, you saw Roronoa Zoro look up, the rest of his crew glancing over at you at the words. You were distracted within a second, the pirate shoving your arm. “Hey, don’t look away, girl. I’m trying to—” 

You grabbed onto his wrist, nails razor-sharp as they embedded into his skin. “Don’t touch me.” 

“Oh, you think you’re tough, do you?” The pirate yanked his hand out of your grip. “Did your daddy teach you how to fight, huh? Think you can beat me?” 

“I know I can beat you,” you answered. The pirate reached for his sword, then, fingers tightening around the hilt. 

“Alright, let’s make it a bet then. You beat me, I believe your claim about being Mihawk’s daughter.” His lips curled back into an ugly sneer, and you debated stepping out of the conversation and just going off to find that shop for your dad’s coat anyway. Fights like these were never worth getting into, and you really didn’t want to break any more of the barkeep’s furniture after she’d let out her annoyances to you. 

Before you could, though, the pirate opened his big mouth once again. 

“I beat you, and you go to bed with me.”

You were whipping your sword out before you could even think, red flashing in your vision as you scraped your blade out from the holster on your back. The metal gleamed under the lights, white steel bright as day as you leveled it in your hand. It wasn’t the largest weapon, a perfectly balanced cut-and-thrust spadroon with a golden hilt wrapped in white ribbon. You tightened your grip on the handle. 

“I beat you,” you hissed, voice low, “and you’re dead.” 

He lunged for you, pulling his sword out in one solid stroke and meeting yours in a loud clang. You shot an apologetic look towards the barkeep, spinning on your back leg and kicking the pirate away. The force caused him to stumble, sword skittering to the side as you shoved it off your blade. 

One of his crew members had cocked a gun to your head, and you spun your swords toward him, blade cutting through the metal like it was butter. The rest of the crew stepped back, one or two of them lunging for you. You parried all of their attacks, shoving them to the ground until they stopped trying to fight. 

The captain had gotten up, a fierce snarl upon his face as you slammed your blade down towards him. He blocked it with his sword, and then went for various attacks towards your figure—you dodged each one of them, parrying them easily as you moved backwards. At the last one, you used your weight to buck the sword back in his direction, and he stumbled again. 

You ducked down, sweeping him off his feet with a well-aimed kick to his shins, and he fell, sword clattering out of reach as he dropped flat on his back. You towered over him, pointing the edge of your blade at his throat. 

“You want me to go outside to kill him?” you asked. The barkeep sighed. 

“If you don’t mind, lass.” 

“Not at all.” You bent over, grabbing firmly onto the pirate’s shirt and yanking him upwards. His crew made a move towards you, but you just shoved your sword in their direction, and they stepped away. You spun your sword’s hilt around in your hand with a flourish, then started dragging the captain out the tavern door. 

“No—wait—let me go,” the pirate begged, once you dropped him to the gravel outside and moved your sword to his throat again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t—I didn’t mean it—you’re a pretty girl, that’s all—” 

“I don’t date men who can’t beat me in combat,” you said coolly. “Lower your expectations.” With that, you spun your sword again, sliding it back on the holster of your jacket. “I’ll let you live just this once. If you ever make any comments towards a woman again—” 

“I get it. I’m sorry,” the man said, scrambling to his feet. You just eyed him. 

“I need another drink.” 

The tavern was dead silent when you returned to your seat, gingerly sitting back down on the stool you’d first occupied. “Another drink, if you don’t mind,” you said to the barkeep, and she nodded. A moment passed as she filled your mug, and then she asked—

“Is Dracule Mihawk really your father?” 

“Unfortunately,” you muttered, taking the drink she offered and taking a swig. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the Straw Hat pirate and his crew muttering amongst themselves. One of them nudged Roronoa Zoro in the side, and he grimaced, the loose shirt he wore parting with the motion. You caught a glimpse of bandages, wound tight with blood seeping through a familiar line. Yoru’s doing. 

Zoro stood up, making his way over to the bar beside you. He propped his elbows on the table, but he didn’t sit, nodding at the barkeep. “Another round for my friends,” he said. His voice was quieter than you’d expected; a low mutter and almost soft in timbre. He glanced over at you, eyes flickering down and up again before he spoke. “I tried to kill your father.” 

“Yeah, he told me,” you said. “Roronoa Zoro. What happened to your other two swords?” 

Zoro scoffed. “Your dad.” 

“He can be a little dramatic sometimes,” you said apologetically. He glanced over you again.

“You don’t look much like him.” He paused. “Figured I’d know if Mihawk had a daughter.” 

“I take after my mother, and he’s very overprotective,” you said, getting just the slightest bit annoyed about everyone questioning your parentage. The barkeep returned then, sliding five beers across the table over to Zoro, and you stood up. “Now if you’d excuse me, I have some shopping to do.” 

You exited the tavern after paying your tab, wandering around the streets of Loguetown to find the closest clothing store. Your father’s style was ridiculously grand, so it’d be something in the nicer branch of the city—you had just entered your best guess when you pulled out a shell phone, pushing the little snail into your ear and calling your father’s number. 

He picked up on the first ring. “What is it, darling?” 

“Did you have a specific coat in mind?” You glanced through a row of black leather, trying to find one that’d match Mihawk’s liking. “I’m at this place called Lady Tide’s Dressing Boutique. It’s the bougiest place I could find.” 

“Lady Tide’s would be correct,” Mihawk said. “I trust your taste. Pick something I’d like.” 

“You better be paying me back for this,” you threatened, turning the corner as you spoke. You jumped back in surprise, letting out a squeak as the Straw Hat pirate from before appeared right in front of you, a grin stretching up his face. 

Mihawk’s laugh crackled through the line at your surprise. “Get startled, dear?” 

“The pirate Garp sent you after is stalking me,” you deadpanned. The Straw Hat pirate’s grin only widened. “I’ll call you back.” 

You hung up, taking the den den mushi out of your ear and back into its case. “What?” 

“You’re a really good fighter,” the Straw Hat said brightly. “I’m Monkey D. Luffy, and I’m going to be King of the Pirates. You should think about joining my crew!” 

“I—” you stared at him in disbelief, mind reeling from the whiplash of his words. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m not a pirate.”

Luffy tilted his head to the side in question. “But your dad is Mihawk.”

“That doesn’t make me a pirate. I just stay at home for the most part,” you said. Luffy continued following you around the store, however, even as you stepped past him to browse more jackets. You glimpsed the rest of his crew hanging around the store, though none seemed to do any actual shopping. You figured Lady Tide’s was probably out of their price range. “Why are you still following me?” 

“I think you should join my crew,” Luffy repeated. “Have you ever been to the Grand Line? That’s where we’re headed next.”

You gave him a look. “I live in the Grand Line.” 

“Whoa,” Luffy breathed. “Well, you must know all about it, then!” 

You turned away from him, picking a jacket off the rack in front of you and appraising it. Golden buttons, long tailcoat, wide lapels—not really Mihawk’s taste. You set it back. “Not really,” you finally answered. “Like I said, I stay at home for the most part. Haven’t done much exploring.” 

“Don’t you want to?” Luffy asked, taking a step closer to you. You flinched. “Your dad’s one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea! You should be going out and adventuring, not just staying at home and doing whatever Mihawk tells you to!” 

“Don’t,” you snapped, voice low. “I stay home because I want to. Not because my dad forces me to.” Your words bore no lie, but still, there was a rumble of uncertainty deep in your gut. Mihawk had always been supportive, but pirating had always been his thing. You preferred the solace of your own home, and there was no point in adventuring when Mihawk had seen it all before. 

“I’m just saying, what do you even do all day?” Luffy asked with a quirk of the lip. “Stay home and clean? Go out once in a while to buy groceries or get stuff for your dad?” He gestured at the coat you were holding, and you flushed, shoving it back onto the rack. “Isn’t it boring? Don’t you want more than such an average life?” 

“I’m perfectly happy with my life right now, thank you,” you snapped. “Go preach to someone else.” 

Luffy had stopped walking, then, looking at you with an almost sympathetic expression on his face. “Living isn’t the same as thriving, you know,” he said. “You should go out. Find adventure. Aren’t there things you want to know? Questions you want answered?” 

“Luffy.” You turned to see Roronoa Zoro move to his captain’s side, head dipping as he spoke to him. His tone was quiet, but you could still overhear— “Leave her alone. We’ve got business.” 

Luffy looked dejected at that, but he agreed, bowing his head towards you before turning to the rest of his crew. They’d gathered by the mouth of the store, engaged in their own various activities as they waited. You watched Luffy turn to leave, words climbing up your throat even as you tried to swallow them down. “Wait!” 

Luffy turned, that bright smile reappearing on his face. “What?” 

“I want to know one thing,” you said, taking a step closer to the captain and his first mate. You glanced up at Zoro, who met your gaze. His face seemed carved of steel, skin bearing no grimace, eyes betraying nothing. “Why did my father let you live?” 

Zoro looked away, and you realized he probably didn’t know the answer himself. Before you could speak again, though, Luffy interrupted. 

“Because Zoro’s the best,” he declared, capturing your attention away from the injured swordsman. He slapped Zoro’s bicep with a heavy thud, and you were surprised when the other man didn’t even flinch. “And he’s gonna be better than Mihawk one day. He’s going to defeat him in a duel and take his title and become—” 

“The world’s greatest swordsman,” Zoro finished. The words were muttered under his breath, clearly to himself rather than intending for you to hear. 

You watched them for a moment before finally turning away. “Okay,” you said. “Good luck with that.” 

Luffy stared at you for a moment longer, but Zoro was already turning away and walking towards the rest of the crew. There was an unsettling feeling in your gut, one you tried to squash. Whatever—you had better things to do than worry about some Straw Hat pirate and a retired pirate hunter. 

You returned to your browsing, looking through various jacket designs until you finally fell across one you were certain your father liked. It was ridiculously expensive, but your father’s taste had always been so—you purchased it without a second thought, slinging it across a shoulder and returning to your sloop for the rest of the day. 

To your great disappointment, the Straw Hat pirate’s words continued to echo throughout your head. His demeanor was off-putting, to say the least—the extreme amounts of candor and cheeriness he had made for a disorienting combination. Even as you tried to stop thinking about his terrifyingly honest words, you couldn’t. Don’t you want more than such an average life?

You sighed, mood irritable from the day's events. You’d returned to your sloop and hadn’t done much of anything for a few hours—past having a meal and cleaning up your boat, there was nothing to do. You mulled over your options, wondering if you shouldn’t just start the journey back home. But Luffy’s words came back to you. 

“I need a drink,” you muttered, donning your coat and leaving to attend the first bar you could find. 

You went someplace ritzy this time, near the peak of Loguetown where neon lights glimmered in the dark hour. It was crowded, and music blasted through the bar, pounding bass nearly making the floor reverberate. You slipped inside without much trouble, squeezing through the crowd and making way for the bar at the other end of the room. 

You bought yourself a drink, knocking it back in just a few gulps. There were marines patrolling around in the building, although none of them seemed too keen on completing any of their duties. Pirates walked around freely too, but these ones were more dignified than the ones you’d seen in the tavern at town. 

“You hear Straw Hat Luffy’s here at Loguetown right now?” someone muttered to your right. You glanced over with a furtive gaze to see who was speaking—two men, dressed in fine silks and coats. Swords dangled from their hips. Pirates, maybe, or pirate hunters. “His ship’s docked over by south port.” 

“You’re not going to try and nab him, are you?” the other pirate hunter asked, fingers pinched around a thin glass of something. “That bounty’s hefty, but fighting them’ll be…” 

“I’m getting a bunch of hunters together,” the first one said. “We’ll split the bounty. At midnight, once the whole crew’s asleep. I followed the navigator; seems they’re not leaving until the morning.” 

“Thirty million split between many isn’t much.” 

“Well.” The hunter made a vague gesture, a smirk playing at his lips. “I doubt we’ll all be alive by the end of the night, if you know what I mean.” 

“Right.” The second hunter downed the rest of his drink. “I’ll be there. Where’s the rendezvous point?” 

“Slip forty at south port. Come at midnight,” the first one replied. “My boat. Theirs is at fifty-two.” 

You turned away, knocking back the last of your drink before setting the glass back down on the counter. Your mind reeled, and you pulled out a pocket watch to check the time. Nearly eleven. Only an hour left. 

“Another drink,” you called, but you stopped after that one. Logically, you knew the Straw Hat crew would be able to handle themselves. Your father wouldn’t have let Zoro go had he not been an impressive fighter—and Luffy certainly had to have some tricks up his sleeve, having such a high bounty and all. But an ambush was an ambush. 

You needed to go home. 

You paid your bill and slunk outside, taking the long road down to the port. You were docked in the east, but you found yourself wandering towards south port, hands shoved in your pockets and sword heavy on your back. 

There was no logical reason to get involved with pirates, you tried to tell yourself. That was Dracule Mihawk’s area of expertise. That was Dracule Mihawk’s life. Not his daughter’s. You were not a pirate—there was no point in being one. Mihawk has done everything already. 

You stepped onto the pier of south port, the wooden ramp trembling under your feet. They were shoddily constructed; oak on water, with pegs every few feet or so and ropes thrown casually across the walkways. It was overcrowded with boats, too—ships of every kind and size, smushed into spots not big enough for them depending on how much you paid the dock men. The moon shimmered on the surface of the East Blue. She was calm today, waves lapping at the edges of the docks, tranquil in the night. 

You checked your watch again. Nearly midnight. 

Dock forty moored a relatively small ship, but it was crowded with men—ten or fifteen, maybe, and you knew they’d be killing each other when the fight was through. Thirty million berry divided between so many people was barely worth it. You slunk past them, counting the numbers of the boat berths. 

You knew the boat before you looked at the slip number based on appearance alone. It was large in size, a caravel sporting a gigantic goat figurehead. You stared at it, brows furrowed, jaw slack. Well, it was certainly a ship. There was a large sail boasting the ship’s jolly roger—a crudely designed skull and crossbones sporting the same straw hat their captain wore. 

With a sigh, you pulled yourself onboard, careful to not make a sound as you landed on the deck. It was quiet, but you doubted the crew didn’t have at least one lookout for trouble. You tiptoed around the mast, moving towards the foredeck.

You were just about to step a foot on the staircase when a gleaming katana came to your throat. 

“What are you doing here?” 

Roronoa Zoro was as calm as ever as he held a blade to your jugular, posture perfectly straight, eyes tilted in your direction. You glanced down at the blade, registering the smooth metal. It was the white-handled one; upon seeing it closer, you could better register its quality. It must’ve been insanely durable, more so than his other blades considering Yoru hadn’t shattered this one in battle—one of the strongest blades in the world. 

“What’s the sword’s name?” you asked. 

Zoro ignored your question. “What are you doing here?” he repeated. 

You sighed, turning towards him, although you were careful not to touch the sword. Zoro’s grip didn’t budge. “There are pirate hunters coming here,” you answered. “At midnight. An ambush.” 

Zoro still didn’t move. The night sky cast his entire face in shadow, the only light on board being a trembling lantern by the interior doors. You could just barely see the gleam of one eye, yellow light shining on his cheekbone. “Why would you come?” 

“Honestly, I don’t know,” you answered coolly. “My father let you go for a reason. It’d be a shame if you died before you realized why.” It was an easy lie—because the real reason was one you didn’t want to think about. Because Luffy’s words struck something in you. Because they rang true. 

“We don’t need your protection.” 

You shrugged, only one shoulder moving upwards before relaxing again. “Just a friendly warning.” 

Carefully, Zoro lowered his blade, the steel scraping along the edge of its scabbard opening before he slid it closed. “The Wado Ichimonji.” 

Your eyes were still on the sheathed katana. “Hm?” 

“The sword. Its name is Wado Ichimonji.” 

You tilted your head back, angling it towards the sword strapped to your jacket. “Hiru,” you said. “That’s mine.” 

“Day,” Zoro translated. “You have matching swords with your father?” 

“Just matching names,” you answered. “It’s a spadroon, not a kreigsmesser. Much smaller than Yoru. Birthday present. When I was thirteen.” 

Zoro eyed you. “I’ll wake the rest of the crew,” he said. “You can go.” 

You made no move to, consulting your watch as Zoro rang the ship’s bell. Five minutes to midnight. You could already hear the near-noiseless patter of footsteps on the pier. 

The orange-haired woman was the first out, fingers wrapped around a short wooden rod. She exchanged a look with Zoro, and he nodded towards the pier. She somehow knew exactly what he meant from that, dodging back inside the ship and returning, dragging a dark-haired man out. 

“Uh, what’s going on?” the man asked, stifling a yawn as he fiddled with a slingshot. Both Zoro and the woman shushed him. “Jeez, okay.” He noticed you then. “Oh, hey, you’re the hawk dude’s kid—”

“Shut up, Usopp,” the woman snapped. She’d moved by the boat’s side, ducked under the rim. The footsteps were getting louder. 

The blond man came out next, hands shoved casually in his pockets and dressed in clothes you genuinely did not think functioned as sleepwear. “Hunters,” the orange-haired woman said. “Ambush.” 

“Isn’t that lovely,” the blond man murmured. He caught your eye, and a smile lit up his face. “Well, hello there.” 

Both Zoro and the woman rolled their eyes. Before the blond could say anything more, though, the hunters’ footsteps abruptly stopped. 

The orange-haired woman spun up from her crouch, wooden stick extending into a long staff as she whipped it out. She slammed one end of the staff into an incoming hunter’s gut as he leapt aboard the ship, forcing him off the side of the vessel.

Everything happened all at once, then—you heard the slick shing! of Zoro unsheathing his katana, and the blond was up and running towards another gaggle of hunters within the second, legs flying in an assortment of well-placed kicks. 

You reached over your shoulder, tugging Hiru out of its straps. The blade shone bright under the moonlight, and you caught an incoming hunter’s sword with the lick of it, shoving him backwards as you spun.

“Why’s Mihawk’s girl here?” the blond called, as he slid across the deck, leg raising up into a spinning hook. “Not that I’m complaining, of course. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He met your eyes and winked, leaving you staring in utter disbelief until another hunter distracted you. “I’m Sanji!” 

“Okay?” you asked blankly, letting out a huff of exertion as you whipped your sword toward the hunter. He’d pulled out one of his guns, wielding his blade one-handed as he fumbled with the trigger. You breathed in, recalling your father’s words from the thousands of hours spent training. Take advantage of any imbalances, sweetheart. Focus on the center of gravity. 

You aimed a sliding kick at the man’s gun, using Hiru to push against his blade. The pressure caused him to fling halfway across the ship, body thudding against the mast before falling to the ground in a heap. 

“Impressive,” Sanji whistled from his spot across the ship. 

“Shut up,” Zoro and the orange-haired woman said in unison. Zoro was beside the fallen hunter in a second, katana slashing cleanly through his torso before he spun and shoved the blade straight into an incoming man’s stomach. Sanji just scoffed. 

“Show-off,” he said accusatively. Zoro rolled his eyes, turning towards Sanji to argue, when you glimpsed someone at his back. You lunged for the man, sword cutting cleanly through his jugular before he fell across the deck, decollated. 

Zoro turned, glancing over his shoulder at the body and then up at you. “You’re welcome,” you said, flicking Hiru to the side. Spatters of blood dripped off its blade. 

“...Right.” The number of hunters had considerably thinned, only three or four left. The orange-haired woman was still fighting two of them, placing hits of her bo staff along two mens’ skulls. Usopp had crouched by the forecastle, firing pellets off with his slingshot. Sanji dusted off the final two men, until only the ringleader was left. 

“Wait, wait.” The hunter backed away until he ran into the ship’s railing. He scrambled for his pistol, but as Zoro, Sanji, and the orange-haired woman advanced on him, apparently realized the idea was in vain. “We—we can talk about this.” 

“I don’t think we can.” You turned at the new voice, watching as Luffy slipped out from the captain’s chambers. His hand came up to adjust his hat, crowned atop his head as always. “You came aboard my ship and tried to hurt my friends.” 

The hunter’s jaw fell slack, mouth drying over as Luffy came to stand in front of him. The rest of the crew had parted to allow him space, and Luffy titled his head up, the lick of light from the lantern shining against his skin. A crescent-shaped scar under his eye glowed bright, the skin paler than the rest of his face.

“Gum gum…” he started, voice steadily rising in volume as he extended his hand backwards, fingers curled into a fist. To your surprise, his arm just kept stretching back, limb getting longer and longer with a distinctly rubbery stretch until it was all the way at the other side of the ship. “Pistol!” 

His arm snapped back all in one, knocking the hunter straight in the jaw and shoving him off the ship in one, devastating blow. You stared at his flailing body, watching as he dropped straight into the ocean ten or so meters away with a loud plop. 

You turned towards Luffy, one brow arched in question. “You’re a Devil Fruit eater?”

“The Gum Gum fruit,” Luffy said brightly. He adjusted his hat once more, fixing it atop his head before reaching an arm out to pat you on the shoulder. “Thank you for warning us. You’re a good person.” 

“Don’t mention it.” You glanced down at Hiru. “Have anything I can clean my blade with?” 

“Sure! Let Sanji cook you something while you’re here,” Luffy said. “It’s the least we can do.” 

“Of course,” Sanji said with a little bow. “What would you like? Name anything and I’ll make it.” 

You eyed him. “…Anything.” 

Sanji let out an exaggerated sigh. “So uninspired. Meet you in the kitchen, then. We can leave the mosshead to clean up the bodies.” 

The orange-haired woman just rolled her eyes. “I’m going back to bed,” she declared. She glanced over at you, appraising you in one solid sweep up and down your body. “I’m Nami.” 

With that final word, she departed, snapping closed her staff and slipping back into the boat. Luffy, Usopp, and Sanji shuffled into the boat, presumably the kitchen. Zoro just sighed, setting his katana to the side to start cleaning up the corpses left after the battle. 

You made no move to follow the others inside, watching as Zoro easily lifted up one of the hunters. The lines of his biceps strained as he climbed off the ship, still hefting the body before finally placing it down on the pier. 

“Just toss them into the ocean,” you called. Zoro glanced over his shoulder, registering you standing there. He picked another body up. 

“I don’t want to block our slip,” he answered. 

“Fair enough. Any oil around here?” You wandered to the ship’s side, glancing through the boxes fixed to the deck. Zoro gestured in some direction that harmed more than it helped, really, but you dug through some boxes before unearthing something you could clean Hiru with. 

You worked in silence, slicking the blade with the oil and rubbing off all the blood and mess that had gotten onto it. Zoro was quick, piling up all the corpses and barely-alive bodies by the dock. He shoved a few of them awake with his boot. “Go find a doctor,” you heard him mutter under his breath. You suppressed a laugh. 

Eventually, Zoro climbed back on board, searching for his sword only to find it in your hands. You carefully polished off the last of the blade, then presented it to him. “You’re welcome.” 

“…Thanks,” Zoro said, sheathing it in one smooth swipe.

“The cut,” you said, glancing down at his torso again. His shirt was covering the bandages, but you knew they were still there. “It was Yoru that did it. Not Kogatana.” 

“The big one, yeah,” Zoro answered. You watched him thoughtfully, although you didn’t say a word. He seemed to get impatient by that, and was speaking just a moment afterwards— “Why?” 

You gave a quick shake of your head. “Nothing,” you answered, the lie slipping easily off your tongue. But your mind churned with thoughts, the mere brain activity making your stomach curdle. It hadn’t clicked before, but now—your father didn’t use Yoru on anyone who wasn’t worthy. And letting Zoro live—letting the entire crew go, against Garp’s orders? 

This was a more interesting group than you’d anticipated. 

Zoro eyed you for a moment as you were lost in thought, though he didn’t say anything to interrupt you. Once you finally looked up, he adjusted, clearing his throat. “Should go inside to make sure the waiter isn’t burning down the kitchen,” he said, straightening.  

You stood up, sliding Hiru into its scabbard on your back. “The… waiter?” 

Zoro shook his head. “Long story.” He gestured with his head, nodding towards the double doors. “Kitchen.” 

You followed him, the soft aroma of garlic and meat wafting around the room the instant you stepped foot inside. Everyone was crowded around the kitchen island, propped on chairs and staring as Sanji prepared a meal before them. You joined the group, glancing over Usopp’s shoulder to watch. 

There was a stir-fry on the stove, garlic and onions joined by various other vegetables. Sanji drizzled soy sauce along the pan, scraping it around once with his spatula before turning down the heat. He added in some rice—leftover, it looked—along with some battered eggs, mixing it all together. 

“Vegetable and chicken fried rice,” Sanji said, turning off the heat once everything had cooked through and starting to distribute it into servings. “I went for something universal because I don’t know what you like.” He met your eyes, flashing a giant, warm smile again. You took the bowl he offered, fingers wrapping around the warm ceramic. 

“Thank you,” you said. The four of you stood in silence, and you had the feeling that you were intruding. The crew was a tight unit, that much was certain—wound tightly around each other, ropes intersecting in delicate knots and bows. You turned your attention to your meal. You hadn’t had a real supper, so the food was a welcome surprise, and it was damn near close to the best thing you’d ever tasted. 

“So,” Luffy started, “Not to bug you about it a hundred times, but…” You glanced up. His expression was earnest as he met your eyes, lips tugged upwards in an encouraging smile even as he spoke. “Are you joining us?”

“Am I—? Oh,” you said, realizing what it was Luffy was referring to. “Is the offer still standing?” 

“Always,” he answered brightly. “You’d be a good fit for our crew, you know.” 

Would you really? There wasn’t much of anything special about you besides your parentage. You were as skilled a swordswoman as any, but there were hundreds better and stronger than you. There was no one thing you truly excelled at. “I’ll think about it,” you said hesitantly. 

“Well, think quick. We leave at dawn,” Luffy said. “Meet us back here at blue hour if you’d like to join up.” He smiled again, all unassuming, and it was hard to believe a boy so pleasant had a thirty million berry bounty hanging suspended over his head. He yawned, stretching out his long limbs. “Well, I’m off to sleep. Sanji’s next watch.” He glanced over at Zoro. “Why don’t you walk her back to her slip, Zoro?” 

 Your brows furrowed, about to object, but Zoro was already standing up. He opted to say nothing, leaving you to set down your empty bowl and say your goodbyes in a hurry to follow him out. 

The bodies on the pier had thinned, the alive ones presumably having dragged themselves to town to find a doctor. Zoro stepped over the heap of corpses, and you followed suit, walking in silence down south port. “I’m a little far,” you said. “You might lose your way heading back.” 

“I’ll be fine,” Zoro dismissed. “I’m… sorry about Luffy. He can get overly enthusiastic.” 

“Oh, it’s fine,” you said with a shake of your head. “Are the rest of the crew open to me joining, though? It didn’t seem like he consulted any of you.” 

Zoro’s brows lifted at that, though you weren’t certain why. “We’re all fine with it,” he said eventually. “Luffy wouldn’t invite someone who wouldn’t fit.” He hesitated, the plod of your footsteps creaking against the dock walkway for a few paces before he parted his lips again. “I’m going to fight Mihawk again, you know.” 

“I figured,” you answered. You could feel Zoro’s eyes on you, scraping along your skin like they were blades themselves. 

“You’re not upset by that?” 

“Everyone wants to kill him for some reason or another,” you said. “You’re not the first.” Though there was something undeniably special about him. The fact he was still alive, for one. “I figure you’re a long way from that, so I’ll have a father for a few years more until you try to kill him again.” 

There was something in the way you phrased your words that sounded so very ironic, and Zoro couldn’t suppress the light grunt from escaping his lips. It was dry, brittle—but closer to a laugh than a scoff, you could tell. “Is that your blessing?” 

“Sure,” you said. “I, Dracule Mihawk’s daughter, hereby allow you, Roronoa Zoro, to murder my father in a duel.” The lightness in your tone dropped. “If you don’t mind me asking…” you took in a light breath, letting the taste of the words melt on your tongue before slipping them out. “Why do you want to, anyway? Defeat him, I mean?” 

“I made a promise to someone a long time ago,” Zoro answered. His footsteps slowed as you reached your slip, the small sloop you’d sailed all the way to Loguetown calm as ever where it was moored. The black sails—vague, nondescript—sucked away all the light the moon attempted to cast on it, so it was even darker than the rest of the surroundings. “I told her I would become the world’s greatest swordsman.”

“That’s heavy,” you remarked, turning to face your companion. His skin was waxy and dull under the moonlight—aftereffects of the injury he still hadn’t fully recovered from. Zoro just shrugged. 

“Maybe. It’s my life’s dream.” 

“He’s a good father,” you said. “I think he’d like you.” You paused. “Well, he does. He wouldn’t have let you live if he didn’t.” 

Zoro stiffened, the lines of his body tightening, spine pulling up just slightly. You noticed the change—you always did. Observation had always been one of your biggest strengths. Maybe you hadn’t gotten the golden irises your father had, but you had hawk eyes of your own in that way. Never missing a thing, picking out all flaws and details in a scene. “I’m not sure if I want him to like me.” 

“He doesn’t feel hatred for a lot of people,” you said. “Just disdain. Though I’m fairly certain he’d have skewered that drunk at the bar earlier if he’d been with me.” 

“The one who—” Zoro looked distinctly uncomfortable as he remembered what the pirate had offered you. He made a vague gesture instead, just mildly vulgar in motion. You suppressed a laugh. 

“Exactly,” you agreed. “He doesn’t have patience for that sort of thing. He also feels no man who’s weaker than me in combat isn’t man enough to be with me, though I have questions about that particular rule.” 

Zoro snorted. “You could definitely do better than the drunk pirate.” 

“Right.” You glanced up at the moon, watching the steady silver glow of her face along the edge of the horizon. She was full, round and white, soft powder creasing the dents and shadows of her face. “I’m out for the night, then. Thank you for walking me.” 

Zoro shrugged. He didn’t say anything, so you turned away, stepping onto your sloop without another word. You ducked into the interior room, closing the door firmly behind you so you could finally relax. 

You had only a handful of hours of rest ahead of you, after all.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

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Rules/Guidelines for this acc

address me as:

brook (he’s so cool he’s so underrated)

please read my rules before requesting by the way!! just for no confusion but i’m open to most things :)

Requests: CLOSED U^ェ^U

requests: 5 stuff I wanna post: 2

fandoms i write for:

-anime/manga fandoms only: demon slayer, my hero academia, one piece, hunter x hunter, bungo stray dogs, saiki k, mob psycho 100, Black Butler, Blue Lock, Fairy Tail (new)

(I don’t know all the Blue Lock characters I haven’t read the manga. Same for Fairy tail, except I just haven’t finished the anime)

(Fire force, Assassination Classroom, Ouran Highschool Host Club and God of High School will be added when I finish watching! <3)

donts:

-proship, character x oc, hate/judge me or others on this account, nsfw, homophobia (unless requesting fluff or comfort from character because of homophobic parents), pregnant reader, racism, suicide, self harm, (heavy) angst, holidays (i don’t celebrate any so I don’t feel comfortable writing for it), drinking or smoking (never done it so I don’t have any knowledge about it—plus I don’t feel comfortable with writing for it) etc the typical

do’s:

pretty much anything else, i’m pretty accepting: fluff, sfw, platonic, romantic, character x matchup, character x character if i like the ship (I don’t ship many tho), random/general headcanons, request as much as you want (don’t spam the same one tho), poc/black reader, male reader, amab/afab, trans reader, chubby reader, tall reader, short reader, glasses reader, character x reader similar to [character], fluff prompt hcs

who i mainly write for:

Luffy, ace, zoro, sanji, brook, robin, izuku, katsuki, aizawa, chrollo, feitan, kurapika, tanjiro, inosuke, rengoku, obanai, saiki k, atsushi nakajima, mob aka Shigeo Kaegayama, Reigen Arataka, Ciel Phantomhive, Grell Sutcliff, Alois Trancy, Undertaker

Ideas of things to request me!:

I have a mini series called ‘character’s kisses’ where if you request for example: “Luffy’s kisses” I’ll do headcanons of his kisses and what I’d think they’d be like! :)

platonic/romantic hcs

general hcs

x ____ (unique type) reader

character x matchup!

Authors notes:

i don’t do many au’s unless i like them (I’d most likely do modern au’s or character survived au, Portgas D. Ace for example), same with ships. But don’t be afraid to req I might say no I might say yes

only fluff, adult or not there’s plenty of nsfw acc

i only do certain polys (but don’t be afraid to req one!)

there are some spoilers on this acc :P (I always put a warning, if it’s a big or small spoiler, and what part of the anime)

sfw only don’t req anything else i won’t do it (kissing/making out is 👌)

safe place for minors since this a sfw acc

for the record I will prioritize requests and random impulses to write something over the list i made so if you really wanna see something just ask me- don’t wait around idk how long it’ll take😭

sometimes I leave randomly, usually due to mental or personal reasons, if I ever wanted to permanently stop writing, I’d say something, so don’t worry <33

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don’t be afraid to req :)

how to get blocked:

don’t be a pain: again—judging me or others, anything in the donts, spamming (i ask of you, be patient when sending in a req, some days I simply don’t feel like writing and that’s okay, so again I ask you to accept this <3), etc

Masterlists:

Masterlist

Masterlist part 2

List of characters I want to write for eventually:

List of characters I want to write for eventually

uh yeah i think this is it for now

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Please I just need some please

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Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji and attractive things they do

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: the way i ran to write this shit out... lemme give you a kiss for this ask fr ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: None! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ: female  ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: suggestive 

zoro roronoa 

 ⇀ His gaze.

 Zoro is the type to look at stare at you across a room with such an intense gaze, 

He doesn’t care about the people around him, to him you are the only one that matters 

And you know the hip thrust up to get comfy that boys do? 

Zoro does that too. 

Its so subconscious that he doesn’t even recognize it but whenever he does it, your gaze travels slowly over to him 

⇀ When he works out

Something about watching the sweat drip down his face when he works out is so attractive

Especially when he’s benching thousands of pounds, muscles straining under that amount of pressure

And when he’s done with his workout, the way he just stares up, breathing heavily….

Okay lemme stop

vinsmoke sanji

⇀ The way he blows out the smoke from his cigarettes.

It's just so hot, the way he purses his lips, blowing the smoke out so efficiently its so hot.

More so, he stares at you when he blows out the smoke, eyes hooded and everything

Also in intense makeout sessions, he’ll blow the smoke right into your mouth and have you blow it out

⇀ When he cooks

the focus he has on whatever he’s making, knife barely missing his fingers each and every time

The control he has in the kitchen, crafting the delicious food that he makes 

Its hot 

And he'll offer you some to taste some 

He'll put the wooden spoon close to your lips and wait patiently for your opinion

⇀ His morning voice.

The gravely voice that says sweet nothings into your ear at night

His morning voice so nice to listen to in the mornings

 when he says he loves you and gives you a kiss on the neck

something about it and the way you’re woken up in the mornings makes him extra attractive 

monkey d. luffy 

⇀ His smirk.

He doesn’t smirk often but when he does it does something else.

Especially in the middle of a fight, and all seems lost

Luffy will start smirking before it turns into a full on grin and when he does that, you already know it's over

⇀ When he gets mad

Something about the way he stops smiling and his eyes turn dark and hooded is so attractive

And he rarely gets mad so when he does you know its for a good reason 

He hates hearing anything bad about his friends and especially you, so when he gets mad over you its over 

⇀ The way he talks

Luffy talks like you’re the only one in the world that matters to him

You are the only one he has eyes for whenever he talks to you

He never makes you feel seen

No matter what  happens, Luffy loves giving you his whole attention

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