The Back Of Zoro’s Head

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Don’t worry I plan on it!! It’s just tough right now to fix up my blog the way I want bc all I have is my phone and a shitty iPad that’s only good for typing up fics 😭 but to make it easier you can find all my stuff under the #myfic tag on my page. I’ll pin this too so it will be easier to find and I’m so happy you want to read more of my work 🥹🫶🏾

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here tonight (nsfw!)

roronoa zoro x afab!reader cw: marine reader with a gun, stranger zoro fingers you, teasy zoro, smug zoro, reader is down bad and can't help it wc: 1.2k ao3 link

You were just finishing up patrol in the small port town you’re stationed in, the dull routine of a low-ranking Marine grinding away at your patience, when a flash of gold under a low hanging light catches your eye. You pause mid-step, backtracking to peer down the narrow alleyway.

Roronoa Zoro stands in the middle of the clearing, his muscular arms crossed over his chest as he glares at the dead-end before him. His signature green hair and three golden earrings glint in the dim light, his visible eye narrowing in frustration at the impassable wall. Despite the hefty bounty on his head, he looks completely at ease - though he scowls at the brick as if it’s personally offended him.

Your pulse spikes. This was it, the chance you’d finally get that promotion. You square your shoulders and reach the grip of your pistol and step forward. "Roronoa Zoro," you declare, "you are under arrest." Zoro turns slowly, like he wasn’t entirely sure you’re talking to him. His visible eye flicks from your face to the gun, then back. The wanted posters don’t do him justice - the sharp cut of his jaw, the way his muscles flex as he shifts his weight. The cheap printouts never captured the way his presence looms, like a storm you can’t look away from.

"Hands up!" You say, trying to shake the thoughts away as fingers twitch around the gun in your hands. The standard-issue firearm suddenly feels cheap and woefully inadequate. "...Huh?" he questions.

Your grip tightens. "I said hands up."

He scratches his chin. "Yeah, I heard you." A pause. "You gonna shoot me?"

"I will if you don't cooperate." You reply, but your breath hitches - just once, just enough. Zoro’s gaze drops to your throat, where he can practically hear your pulse rabbit beneath your skin. His smirk curls.

He snorts. "You sure?”

Then, faster than you can blink, he's right in front of you, your gun now uselessly pressing against his chest. A quiet dare, a call of your bluff.

Your throat goes dry, his proximity was overwhelming - the scent of steel and sake, the way his chest rose and fell against the gun still trapped between you. Your face begins to burn.

“You’re shaking,” he muses, voice deliberately and deliciously low. “Scared?”

“N-No,” you lie.

His chuckle is dark, knowing. “Liar.”

One of his hands comes up, calloused fingers wrapping around yours - around the gun - and your stomach flips. His warm hand envelops yours as he guides the weapon aside like it's nothing.

“Now what, Marine?” he murmurs, leaning in just enough to make your pulse stutter. “You gonna call for backup? Or…” His breath ghosts over your ear. “You gonna let me go?”

You made a sound, a pathetic, flustered noise, your gun finally falling from your hand and onto the ground, and his grin turns downright wicked.

“Yeah,” he said, voice dripping with satisfaction. “That’s what I thought.” Zoro leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks in a low, teasing murmur. “All claws and no bite.” 

"Th-that's not-" you stammer, voice cracking as his breath ghosts across your skin. Your traitorous body leans into him before you can stop yourself.

His other hand comes up to tilt your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. That piercing gray eye that seems to stare straight into your soul, seeing the desire you're desperately trying to hide. Your cheeks flush hotter under his touch.

"Not what?" Zoro challenges, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. The simple contact sends 

electricity down your spine. "Gonna tell me you don't like this? That you're not imagining what else these hands could do to you?"

You swallow hard, mouth suddenly dry. "I should - I should arrest you."

He barks out a laugh, the sound vibrating through his chest where it presses against yours. "You can't even arrest your own thoughts right now." His grip tightens slightly. "Admit it. You don't want me in cuffs, you want me."

Zoro's hand slides from the wall to wrap around your throat, not squeezing, but possessive. His thumb traces the line of your jaw, your racing pulse jumping beneath his touch. He leans in, nose brushing yours, breath mingling with yours.

You can feel the heat radiating off his body, the musky scent of him filling your nostrils and making your head spin. Zoro's tongue darts out, licking a slow, teasing path up the side of your neck, tasting the salt of your skin. He chuckles lowly, the vibrations rumbling through his chest and into yours, pressed so close together.

Zoro's fingers trail down your neck, your chest, your stomach, leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. You inhale sharply as they dip beneath the waistband of your uniform pants, his knuckles brushing against your clothed sex. He smirks against your ear as he feels the damp fabric.

“What would your commanding officer think if they saw you now?” he murmurs, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to stroke your bare, slick folds. “Wrapped up in the hands of a wanted pirate, so wet and desperate and needy…” He strokes your clit with a teasing touch, making your hips buck involuntarily against his hand.

You let out a soft whimper, your head falling back against the wall as Zoro's fingers explore your most intimate places. He slides one thick finger inside you, then two, stretching you out and pumping them slowly as his thumb rubs firm circles on your clit. Your inner walls clench around the intrusion, drawing him deeper as quiet moans escape your lips.

“Careful now, marine,” Zoro coos, his hot breath tickling your ear as he nibbles on the lobe. “You don't want anyone to hear you, do you?” His fingers pick up speed, thrusting harder, faster, as he feels your body tensing, your climax building. And he’s right - you can’t be caught like this. You’d be dismissed on the spot, sent back home with a Roronoa Zoro sized weight on your shoulders.

In a vain attempt to stifle your mewls of bliss, you bite your lip so hard that you taste blood. And just as you're about to tumble over the edge, Zoro curls his fingers just right, pressing against that spot deep inside that makes stars explode behind your eyelids.

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body shaking and shuddering as you come undone. Zoro works you through it, his fingers pumping and stroking, drawing out your pleasure until you're a boneless, panting mess. As the last aftershocks fade, he slowly withdraws his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth to lick them clean.

You're left staring up at him, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Your uniform is rumpled, your pants still unbuttoned, a damp spot darkening the fabric at the apex of your thighs. Zoro looks down at you with a smug, satisfied smirk, knowing exactly what he's done to you.

“Don't worry,” he says softly, even kindly, “I won't tell if you won't.” He smirks at you before turning and sauntering out of the alleyway, leaving you to collect the pieces of your shattered composure. You know you should feel ashamed, horrified at your wanton behavior... but there’s no lying to yourself, and all you’re left thinking about is when you'll see him again.

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roronoa zoro x gn!reader cw: fluff. giving zoro some much needed validation. established relationship wc: 3.2k an: it's been a while, hasn't it? ao3 link

beneath the safety of a sea cave large enough to house the thousand sunny, the straw hat pirates dock on a modest island, its location far from the nearby village to remain unnoticed. the cavern’s towering rocky walls cast long shadows, shielding the crew from view, while the sea carries the scent of damp stone and salt, mingling with the faint echo of waves crashing against the it’s mouth.

eager to stretch their land legs, the crew wastes no time in disembarking. they split up almost immediately, each drawn to their own interests—some head to the market, some to the beach, and the rest scatter to explore the town’s hidden corners. zoro starts to wander off on his own, one hand lazily resting atop the swords at his side and his expression focused, but makes it no more than five feet away from the others before a hand gently wraps around his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.

“not so fast,” you say, touch still resting lightly on his arm as his gaze tilts down to meet yours. “where to? i’ll come with ya.” while your tone is light, it’s a firm one that leaves no room for argument—you're tagging along with him, though happy to let him lead the way, whatever that looks like. 

zoro grumbles something about “not needing a babysitter”, but he doesn’t protest. instead he gestures vaguely toward the path ahead and starts walking, his pace slow to allow you to keep up.

the village is a vibrant mix of tropical greenery and a lively marketplace, its narrow streets bustling with midday activity. merchants call out to passersby, their stalls overflowing with colorful fruits, handmade trinkets, and the occasional exotic spice. the air is thick with fresh produce and salty sea breeze, joined by the sounds of the day-to-day clientele. it’s the kind of place that just feels alive, every corner teeming with energy and life.

he leads you through its winding roads, his sense of direction as unreliable as ever, but eventually, you reach a quiet spot near the edge of town where the bustling markets give way to dense forest. the clearing he finds seems perfect for training—shaded by tall trees, with enough room for him to swing his swords without worry.

silently, he shrugs off his green coat and tosses it in your direction, trusting you to catch it before unsheathing two of his three swords. he begins with a series of fluid, precise strikes, the blades cutting through the thin nothing with a whistle. even without anything to land blows upon, his focus is unwavering, his body moving with the kind of practiced ease that comes from years of discipline.

you settle nearby, draping his coat over your lap as you lean against a tree. the rhythmic sound of his movements blends with the distant hum of the town. for a moment, you wish you had brought a book along—something to pass the time while he trains. but then again, watching him isn’t exactly a hardship. 

as the sun climbs higher in the sky, the watch on your wrist chimes softly, signaling that it’s time to regroup with the crew. you glance over at zoro, who’s mid-swing, his movements precise and his focus unshakable.

“time to head back for lunch,” you call out, holding up your wrist to show him the watch, though you know he doesn’t need proof. “unless you’d rather keep training?” you add, a teasing lilt to your tone.

zoro pauses mid-swing, his blades freezing as he turns to look at you. his brow furrows for a moment, and you can almost see the internal debate playing out in his head—training versus food. but then his stomach growls loudly, betraying him, and he lets out a grunt, sheathing his swords with a practiced flick of his wrists. “food first,” he mutters, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “i can come back to this.”

you can’t help but laugh, shaking your head as you stand to hand him his coat. “thought so.”

—--

the walk back into town is quiet, the two of you navigating the maze of streets side by side, your steps falling into an easy rhythm. the sound of laughter and clinking dishes spills out into the street as you push open the door of the tavern, and the warm, inviting atmosphere quickly envelops you. the rest of the crew is already gathered around a large table, their voices rising and falling in animated conversation.

the bar is lively and ripe with the clatter of dishes, the hum of conversation, and the occasional burst of laughter. zoro slides into a seat across from you, his swords propped against the wall beside him. he grabs a tankard of ale from a passing server, taking a long drink before setting it down with a satisfied sigh. you settle into your seat, your own drink in hand, content to listen to the chatter around you.

already halfway through a mountain of meat, luffy’s enthusiasm remains undiminished by the sheer volume of food in front of him while sanji flits between the table and the kitchen, much to the visible annoyance of the tavern staff. he’s not cooking this time, but that hasn’t stopped him from swooping in to carry plates to the table, adjust the presentation of dishes, and interrogate the chefs about their seasoning choices. 

franky and robin are seated nearby, their heads bent together as they discuss something in hushed tones, though robin occasionally glances up to watch sanji’s antics with an amused smile.

the meal is in full swing, the table alive with chatter and clinking dishes, when nami’s voice cuts through the noise, sharp and pointed. “—and don’t think i’ve forgotten about the 10,000 berries you owe me, zoro,” she says, her tone dripping with mock sweetness as she leans forward, her eyes glinting with mischief. “you know, for that incident with my ledger last week.”

zoro, who had been mid-bite, sets his chopsticks down with a clink, his scowl deepening. “i already told you, i didn’t ruin your stupid ledger. you left it on the deck. that’s on you.”

nami’s eyes narrow, her smile turning dangerous. “oh, so it’s my fault you decided to drink like a maniac and spill sake all over it? typical.” she crosses her arms, leaning back in her chair. “face it, zoro. you’re just bad with anything that doesn’t involve swinging a sword or napping.”

zoro rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair. “whatever, witch. just add it to my tab.”

sanji, who had been setting a plate of food in front of robin, immediately turns on zoro, his face red with anger. “don’t you dare call nami-swan a witch, you brute!”

zoro doesn’t even look at him, his tone dismissive. “shut the hell up, love-cook. no one even asked you.”

nami, seeing an opportunity to twist the knife, smirks and leans forward. “you sure you’re any better than he is, zoro? at least sanji’s obvious about it. you think we don’t notice how you act when someone’s around?” she tilts her head meaningfully in your direction, her grin widening. “you’re softer than a marshmallow, and it’s almost worse because you don’t even realize you’re doing it.”

the two burst into laughter, their voices ringing out above the noise of the tavern. the rest of the crew, engrossed in their own conversations, barely notice the exchange. zoro’s face darkens, his scowl deepening into a face of sudden rage as he slams his chopsticks down on the table.

he stands abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the wooden floor, and storms out of the tavern without another word. the table falls silent for a moment, the crew exchanging uneasy glances, before the chatter slowly resumes.

you scowl, pinching the bridge of your nose as you glance between them. “you three are going to be the fucking death of me,” you mutter, your voice low but strong enough to cut through their laughter. they pause, looking at you with a mix of amusement and guilt, but you don’t give them a chance to respond. pushing your chair back, you stand and follow zoro, ignoring the curious looks from the rest of the crew.

the cool afternoon air hits you as you step outside, and you scan the bustling street for any sign of zoro. it doesn’t take long to spot him—his green hair and imposing figure being hard to miss in a crowd. he’s already halfway down the street, his shoulders tense and his fists clenched at his sides.

you call out to him, quickening your pace to catch up. he doesn’t stop, but he doesn’t tell you to leave him alone either. you fall into step beside him, matching his long strides as he leads you toward the edge of town. the sounds of the port fade behind you, replaced by the rustle of leaves and the distant call of seabirds. you don’t say anything, giving him the space he needs, but your presence alone is a quiet reminder that you’re not going anywhere.

the two of you walk in silence until you reach a quiet spot near where the forest meets the sea, where the bustling streets give way to a small, secluded clearing. a large, flat rock sits nestled under the shade of a towering palm tree, and zoro heads straight for it, dropping onto the surface with a heavy sigh. you sit down beside him, close enough to offer comfort but not so close that it feels intrusive. for a while, neither of you speaks. the only sounds are the rustle of leaves in the breeze and the distant crash of waves against the shore.

zoro’s shoulders are still tense, his teeth clenching as he stares at the ground. you don’t push him, letting the silence stretch between you. finally, after what feels like an eternity, he huffs and runs a hand through his hair. “am i really like that?” he asks, his voice low and gruff, like the words are being dragged out of him against his will. he doesn’t look at you, but you can hear the frustration in his tone. “do i really… act different when you’re around?”

you glance at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his question. “different how?” you ask gently, giving him the space and time to explain himself.

he hesitates, brow furrowing as he struggles to find the right words. “i don’t know. softer. like i’m… like i’m not as strong as i should be.” his voice trails off, and he clenches his fists, clearly frustrated with himself. “i don’t want to be seen as weak. i can’t afford to be weak. not when i’ve got a promise to keep.”

you frown, turning to face him fully. “caring about someone doesn’t make you weak.” you reach out, brushing your fingers lightly against the back of his hand, a small but deliberate gesture to ground him. “it just makes you human, and i think it’s a sign of strength to realize that being human can be a boon.” 

you let the words hang for a moment, watching as his mouth tightens and his gaze flickers to yours before looking away again. “and who cares what they think anyway?” you add, your tone condensed but not unkind. “they're just trying to get under your skin. they don’t get to decide what you are or aren’t.”

he doesn’t respond right away, his gaze fixed on the ground. you can see the conflict in his expression, watching as he wrestles with his thoughts. finally, he lets out a frustrated breath and shakes his head. 

“but i don’t even know how to be a… a—” he pauses, and you can hear him swallow hard, like the words are stuck in his throat. “—whatever this is,” he finishes, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. his voice is quieter now, almost uncertain.

you tilt your head, studying him carefully. “what do you want it to be?” you ask, your voice soft but steady. “this thing between us—it doesn’t have to fit into some box. we get to decide what it means.”

zoro lets out an intense exhale, his shoulders slumping slightly as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “that’s the problem. i don’t know what it means. i don’t even know how to—” he cuts himself off, his jaw tightening as he struggles to articulate his thoughts. “i’ve never had to think about this kind of stuff before. it’s… hard.”

you smile faintly, your hand still resting lightly against his. “you don’t have to have all the answers right now. but you can’t just ignore it, either. not if it’s bothering you this much.”

he looks at you then, his gaze searching yours for a moment before he looks away again. “it’s just—,” he mutters, but there’s no real bite to his words. “i don’t want to mess this up.”

“you won’t,” you say simply, your voice firm. “not if you’re honest with yourself.”

zoro is quiet for a long moment, his fingers flexing against the rock beneath him. the silence between you is comfortable, though, and you don’t push him to fill it. instead, you sit there beside him, your presence a quiet reminder that you’re not going anywhere. eventually, he lets out a slow breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. 

“i’ll figure it out,” he says finally, his voice low but resolute. “just… give me some time.”

you nod, squeezing his hand lightly before pulling away. “take all the time you need. i’m not going anywhere.”

he glances at you then, his expression softening just enough for you to notice. “you’re stubborn, you know that?” he says, his tone dry but with a hint of amusement.

you grin, leaning back on your hands. “takes one to know one.”

zoro huffs out a laugh, the sound rough but genuine, and for the first time since you left the tavern, the tension in his shoulders seems to ease. the two of you sit there in silence for a while longer, the weight of his unspoken thoughts hanging in the air. but for now, it’s enough just to be there with him, offering the quiet reassurance he needs.

—--

a week and a half passes, and they find themselves hastily docking at another island to allow franky to work his magic on the patch-job after an unexpected storm damages part of the thousand sunny’s rigging, a few insist on taking the opportunity to top off their stores and supply.

in the days since your conversation with zoro, things between you have remained the same—comfortable, familiar, and unspoken. he hasn’t pulled away or acted differently, and neither have you. if anything, there’s a quiet understanding between you now, a sense of patience as he works through his thoughts. 

the ship is quiet with most of the crew either asleep or still in the village, enjoying the island’s nightlife. you’re on your way back to your room after helping sanji organize the pantry when you pass by zoro’s door. just as you’re about to walk past, the door slides open, and a strong hand grabs your shoulder, pulling you inside before you can react.

“zoro—?” you start, but the words are cut off as he pulls you into a tight bear hug, his arms wrapping around you with a firmness that leaves no room for escape. you can feel the warmth of his chest against yours, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and the faint scent of steel and sweat that always seems to cling to him.

you don’t hesitate, wrapping your arms around him in return and hugging him just as tightly. you know better than to question when zoro initiates physical affection. instead, you let the silence speak for itself, the quiet understanding between you filling the room.

“zoro?” you ask again, your voice muffled against his shoulder. “you okay?”

he doesn’t answer right away, just holds you there for a moment, his grip unyielding but not uncomfortable. finally, he lets out a quiet breath, his voice low and rough. “yeah. just… happy you’re here.”

after a moment, he loosens his grip slightly but doesn’t let go. you can feel the tension in his shoulders, the way he’s still wrestling with something he can’t quite put into words. 

“i’m happy too,” you murmur, your thumb brushing lightly over his cheek before cupping it in your palm gently. zoro leans into the touch almost unintentionally, his features softening under your hand. “really happy.”

zoro’s brow furrows slightly, but he doesn’t pull away. instead, his hands rest loosely on your hips. “happy, huh?” he asks like he’s still trying to wrap his head around the idea.

“yeah,” you say softly, your voice steady and sure. “being here with you, like this… it means a lot to me. more than i can really put into words.”

he looks at you for a long moment, his gaze searching yours as if looking for confirmation. you can see the conflict in his eyes, the way he’s still trying to reconcile his feelings with the image he’s always had of himself. but then, slowly, his expression softens, and he lets out a quiet breath, his shoulders relaxing under your touch.

“you make it sound so simple,” he mutters, his tone dry but without any real bite.

“because it doesn’t have to be complicated,” you reply, smiling faintly. “whatever this is,” you add, waving a hand in the space between the two of you.

zoro looks at you for a long moment, his hands tightening slightly on your hips while a grin plays at the corners of his lips. then, without a word, he leans down, closing the distance between you. his lips meet yours in a kiss that’s soft, deliberate, and a quiet affirmation of everything he hasn’t been able to say. you kiss him back without hesitation, your fingers sliding into his hair as you pull him closer.

the kiss is tender, unhurried, and full of the understanding that’s always been between you. it’s not the first time you’ve kissed him, but it feels different this time—deeper, more intentional. like he’s finally letting himself be fully present in the moment, without the walls he usually keeps up.

when you finally pull back, zoro rests his forehead against yours, his breathing slow and steady. “you’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” he says, unable to hide his fondness. 

you laugh softly, your hands still resting against his face. “takes one to know one.”

he huffs out a quiet laugh, his arms tightening around you as he pulls you into another hug. this one is less intense than the first, but no less meaningful. you can feel the tension in his shoulders easing, the way he’s finally starting to let go of the weight he’s been carrying.

for a moment, the two of you simply stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the quiet of the room wrapping around you like a blanket. but then zoro shifts, his hands sliding up to cradle your face as he leans in again, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that’s softer, deeper, and far more confident than before. this time, there’s no hesitation, no unspoken question hanging between you—just the quiet certainty that this is where you’re both meant to be.

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Self Restraint

summary: Zoro’s grown a bit too content in his life after beginning to date you… too lazy. After finding an interesting magazine, he finds the perfect way to train himself in self restraint… with your help.

cw: f!reader, established relationship, edging, overstimulation, orgasm delay/denial, uhhh nsfw if you couldn’t tell

a/n: if the tense keeps changing, no it doesnt

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Zoro prided himself on being a man with little to no wants or needs.  If he had food, a place to sleep, and of course, his swords, he could survive anyone and anything. 

And then you came along and trampled his holy trinity into the ground beneath your pretty little shoe.  As he spent more time with you, he found that he was *wanting*. Wanted to see your face.  Wanted to hear your voice.  Wanted to feel your body.

It’s only got worse when you had reciprocated his feelings on that fateful night on the Thousand Sunny.  That night when he cradled you so close, his breath mingling with yours and those sweet, sweet, lips of yours crying his name.

That’s when those wants turned to needs.  The gates of heaven had opened to him and he didn’t have it in himself to turn away.

He was becoming selfish, taking and taking and taking simply because he enjoyed it.

He found himself in your room when he could be training.  Whispering sweet praises into your ears when he should have been meditating.

Roronoa Zoro was growing lazy and he didn’t like it one bit. His self control was slipping and it was all your fault.  But he had absolutely no clue how to fix the mess he’d gotten himself into. 

The idea only struck him when he had found himself rummaging through Sanji’s locker, in search of the sword polish he had been so sure that asshole had taken.  In his search he accidentally stumbled upon a *certain* kind of magazine, certainly not the one delivered by the News Coo.  The swordsman could only assume where the perv had gotten it from.  Zoro shoved the magazine back where he found it… but not before ripping a page out and shoving it in his pocket.

It was about mid afternoon when Zoro stalked into your shared quarters and stripped until he was as naked as the day he was born.  He cast his clothes to the floor and stared at you a scowl on his lips, as if expecting something.  “Hey,” Zoro huffed, “Hey woman.”

You were reading, or maybe writing, Zoro was a bit too preoccupied to tell.  His mind was thinking of the best way to propose the ludicrous idea that had been swimming in his head the past few nights.

You lazily glance up at Zoro, giving his toned body a quick once over, before turning back to your papers.  “Mhm… you look very strong.” You hummed placatingly with a firm nod.  You had seen Zoro naked enough times by now to no longer be fazed… too much.  You’d grown use to him coming into your room and taking off his shirt, waiting for you to compliment his physique, or ask him how he had trained that day.  It was a bit prideful, but you’d come to find it endearing, and frankly flattering that he wanted to hear praise from you.  Many said that he was blunt it was a trait you loved about him-

“Tch.  I need you to jerk me off.” The swordsman made a vague motion with his hand before stooping down to dig around in his pockets before producing a paper, it’s torn and crumpled.  Zoro thrust it out awkwardly, waving it around as he waited for you to take it.

Now *that* caught your attention.  You blink once, then twice.  You drop your book and look at him with raised eyebrows.  Your boyfriend wasn’t one to blush, he was no prude, and he knows what he wants, but your eyes land on his ears, where the tips are just the slightest bit pink. Cute.  Crawling towards the end of the bed and snatching the waving paper from his hand, your lip twitches in amusement.

In big red letter it reads, ‘Train Your Pup’ and below it is a pornographic photo of a man and woman on a bed, the man with tears in his eyes as the woman had her hand wrapped around his almost inhumanly large cock.  The man had obviously cum multiple times, his entire body flushed as the woman sat behind him, her chin resting on his shoulder while her pretty manicured nails grasp the man’s flushed and abused length.  You weren’t one to judge, but this picture was rather extreme; nipple clamps, handcuffs… and was that a whip in the corner?

You try to stifle your laughter as you look back up to Zoro, his expression entirely serious as he nodded his head to you.  “I won’t cum.” He says firmly, his hands balled into fists, “But you need to try your best to make me.”

“…Edging.” You supplied.

“Sure.” Zoro snatched the paper from your hands and pointed at the man, “And I won’t cry like this fool either.  If I ever cry during sex or otherwise, I want you to stab me through the heart.”

You blink up at him, what was this about, and how did he find an erotic magazine.  He wouldn’t…

“You’re not Sanji right?  Did you guys switch bodies or something?”

Zoro’s face sours as if he had just sucked on a lemon and you wave a hand at him, “Sorry, forget I asked.  This just isn’t very… I don’t know… you.”

“It’s training, woman.” Zoro crumples the page into a ball and tosses it into a random corner. “You’ve made me lazy and content, this is your fault.”

You were completely and utterly confused, but if this was what Zoro wants… you weren’t going to deny him.

—

That’s how you end up with your back against the headboard with Zoro practically in your lap.  Your legs resting on top of his as if to keep his thighs parted.  You try to replicate the position of the woman in the photo, but Zoros’ shoulders are a bit too broad and he has to slump slightly to let you see what you’re doing.

He’s only half hard and your hand absentmindedly strokes up and down to get him fully erect. It was training after all, Zoro wasn’t exactly preoccupied with sex. You rest your cheek against his shoulder, looking at his face in an attempt to get a glimpse of what he’s thinking.  But he simply watches your hand, as if mesmerized by the way your thumb slides against his tip, making his breath catch just slightly.  Your hand looks small compared to his cock, your thumb and middle finger just barely able to wrap around his base.

Zoro loved watching your hand work, the way your hand would slide down to cup his balls while the other eased precum out of his steadily throbbing cock.  He blinked and suddenly he was fully erect, his tip brushing against his abdomen. Damn, that was fast.

“We should think of a safe word.” Your words lull against Zoro’s ear and he is paying just enough attention to furrow his brow in confusion.

“Hell’s that?” He gruffs, shifting his hips and parting his thighs more to give you better access, your nails run along Zoro’s length and he clicks his tongue.

“You’re dense, y’know that?  It’s for if it becomes too much, you say the word and I stop.”

“I won’t need that.  I’ve grown lazy but I still have some self control.”

“Zoro.”

“Seriously, woman, I don’t need it.”

“Zoro.”

“Gah, fine.” Zoro’s face turns into an annoyed scowl, you had pulled your hand away when he had begun to argue with you and he didn’t like it.  His thighs twitched. “Pick a word then, I don’t care.”

“Bumblebee.” Zoro can feel your amused smile against his back and he groans quietly, muttering about how stupid this was it is and how he didn’t need a damn safe word.

As you begin to stroke Zoro’s cock at a relatively controlled pace, your hand starting at the base before sliding up with a loud *schlick*, you’d spend a few moments taking care of his tip before grasping firmly and tugging back down.

Zoro grits his teeth and looks to the ceiling, his fingers twitching. “Today, we’ll only do 40 minutes-“

Your hand pauses and you pull back slightly, “40 minutes? You’re joking, my wrist will get tired.”

“Then use your mouth.”

—

Zoro tries to meditate at first, keep the feeling of pleasure at bay.  But he wasn’t used to trying to deny an orgasm before.  For Zoro, an orgasm wasn’t a prolonged event, he would spend a few minutes feeling fucking great and then he would move on with his life.  Before you, self pleasure was nothing but merely rubbing a quick one out in the shower, or lying in bed and tugging at his cock as if trying to rip it off. And once he met you, not much changed, except for the fact that he had someone to picture when he would touch himself. 

Zoro found that he cared much more for your pleasure, the feeling of himself orgasming was simply an added bonus.

Of course, Zoro liked fucking.  He loved it, really.  The way it felt, the intimacy, the control.  But what he liked even more was *you* being fucked.

Zoro felt much better about himself when he was making you twitch and gasp as his tongue swirled your clit.  His dick never felt better than when you were begging him to fuck you with it. His voice never sounded more attractive than when he was whispering soft praises in your ears. It almost felt like a sin to prioritize his pleasure over your own.

On the rare occasion that Zoro would let you suck him off, he enjoyed it, sure, but he’d much rather have you ride his face. He didn’t like the idea of him being the only one being pleasured, it made him feel almost… humiliated.  Despite how much you would reassure him that making him feel good made you feel good, it always left a strange feeling in his stomach.

So yeah… this was a new experience for him to simply sit there… and take it.  Is this how you always felt when he takes care of you?

His abdomen spasms as your hand speeds up and he curses quietly, torn from his thoughts.  “Other hand… use it…” He pants softly, his fingers digging into the fat of your thigh as he licks his lips.

Zoro shuts his eyes again, steadying his breath as your hands work skillfully. He runs through the steps of how to clean a sword.  He imagines training with his sword.  Imagines the basics of wielding a sword.

Swing, step through.

Swing, step through.

Swing, step-

Fuck, you smell good.

Your lips latch onto his neck and startles him from the half meditative state he had managed to pull himself into.  Zoro grunts, his hips bucking and his lips pursing.  

His cock aches, he’s close.

Soft grunts and huffs spill past his lips and he slips a hand behind himself, wedging his fingers between your navel and his back.  He shimmy’s his digits past your shorts and tugs on the hood of your clit.  But instead of stimulating the small bud as you were expecting, he pushes past and slides his finger along your slit.  He listens to the soft keen that escapes your lips and he nearly cums right then and there.  He jerks against your hold, sitting up straighter as that soft sound of pleasure echos in his mind.  He tugs his hand out of your shorts as if he had been burned, his fingers were soaked, just from that one swipe.

He thought that maybe he could finger you in an attempt to distract himself.  Usually he could go hours just from simply playing with your pussy, watching it weep and tense with the smallest movement of his finger.  It was almost therapeutic for him to sit you down in his lap after a long training session and toy with your pretty puffy pussy until you yelled at him, your face as pink as your folds as you berated him for teasing you.

But toying with you would decidedly not work in his favor today, he was already sensitive enough, and even the memory of your flushed face made his eyes widen in panic as he realized he was about to cum.

He tugs his hand out of your shorts as if he had been burned, his fingers were soaked, just from that one swipe.  He glances at you from over his shoulder and groans at the sight of your sheepish smile. 

Fuck, you were so wet.

Fuck… he wants to cum.

But training…

Zoro suddenly jerks and swats at your thigh, surely leaving a red mark, “Hey- shit… Hey!” He barks and you seem to get the message, your hands slowing to a stop, only your thumb stroking back and forth.

The pirate hunter furrowed his brow as the feeling of his orgasm withdrew.  It felt… frustrating.  And he felt angry.

Raking a hand through his wet hair- when had he grown so sweaty?- and taking a few steadying breaths.  He nodded at you, “Alright… go again.”

You seem to hesitate for a moment, “Remember the safe word?” You gain a sour look in response.

Your hands begin their pace again, your soft skin working up and down his throbbing cock.  The room is filled with wet *shlicks* and muffled grunts and groans escaping from Zoro’s lips.

This time, it felt as though the orgasm came on faster, trying to take him by surprise.  Zoro doesn’t even recognize he’s about to cum at first, but you do.  Because you’ve always paid close attention to him.

Your hands slow, but just barely,  “Zoro… hey, focus.” You encourage softly.  Sure, you didn’t quite understand why this supposed ‘training’ was so necessary.  But if it was important to Zoro, then it was important to you.

Zoro grits his teeth, one hand fisting the mattress while the other grabs at your thigh, his large fingers digging and massaging as his hips bucking up against you.  He hisses, his eyes squeezed tight.

Swing, step through

Swing, step through

swing,stepthroughswing,stepthroughswing,stepthrough

His body shudders and he peers his eyes open, forcing his vision to focus until they landed on the stupid black cat clock that you loved so much.  The tail waving back and forth, as if taunting him.

Zoro stares at the numbers and blinks.

And blinks again.

And maybe he even blinked a third time

It’d only been 12 minutes.

12 goddamn minutes that had stretched into an eternity yet compressed into no time at all.

40 minutes… perhaps Zoro was a bit overconfident.

“That clock’s not right…” Zoro accuses, his breath ragged and a shuddering groan escaping his lips.

“Hm? Yes it is.”

“Oh, fuck me…”

—

It was minute 23 when the world renowned pirate hunter, master of the three sword style, right hand man of the straw hat pirates, Roronoa Zoro broke.

Well… in his eyes, and maybe yours too.

It was minute 17 when he had his first orgasm, there was quite a lot of cum, more than normal for him.  His entire body had felt as though it were alight as you whispered soft words in his ears.  Zoro had no fucking clue what you said to him.

Roronoa Zoro had failed, but perhaps he could still salvage this.  When you moved to pull away, he grit his teeth and shook his head.  He didn’t trust himself to speak,

but he needed you to keep going.  He failed a rep but he would still finish this damn workout.

Since then he’s been a mess, his body shiny with sweat.  His muscles jumping from the barest brush of your arm.  Zoro’s cock aches, a dull throb that echoed through his body with each movement of your hand.

You were also growing bolder.  You seemed to like seeing Zoro like this.  Evil woman.

“You look like a watermelon, Zoro.” You giggle, nibbling on his blushing ear and making a hot spurge of cum erupt from Zoro’s flushed cock.  Damn, he really was no better than the man from the magazine.

You press a kiss to his flushed cheek, you don’t think you’ve ever seen your boyfriend as flushed as he is right now.  You press your temple to his green locks, your hand is covered, and the sheets are ruined.

“God- Fuckin-“ Zoro’s hips buck so aggressively that he nearly sends you tumbling off the bed.  

Your hand subconsciously tightens around his shaft as you steady yourself.  And you hear a sound that you don’t think has ever escaped your boyfriend’s lips before.

A quiet, shuddering whine.

He pauses, and you pause as well.  He slowly looks over his shoulder and give you an unamused look, but it doesn’t quite give the intended effect with his flushed, sweaty face and the drool that had begun to collect at the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t even- mph…” Zoro is cut off as he catches that evil glint in your eyes right before you begin to stroke him once again… hard.  Your hand feels as though it’s choking his cock, cum collecting on your fingers and dribbling down your wrist.  You move at a pace that shouldn’t be allowed and Zoro feels as though he’s transcended heaven into a realm where he couldn’t tell if he was feeling pleasure or pain.

You’re not sure if you’ve ever seen Zoro so vocal.  But you find it’s one of the best things you’ve ever seen or heard.  Sounds escape his lips that sound straight out of a porno.

Zoro never strayed from grunts and groans when he had sex, you were blessed with the occasional moan or shuddering breath every once in a while.  But never before had you heard these… whines and whimpers.

He bucks and groans beneath your diligent hand.  His eyes rolling back and his bottom lip ground down to raw flesh.

You glance at the clock, only a few minutes left.  You almost feel bad for the guy, the way his entire body twitches as thin, watery cum dribbles down his cock to join the puddle on his stomach.

“Only three more minutes, Zoro, you’re doing so good, yeah?” You try to encourage him, but the sound of your voice seems to make his sounds of pleasure louder.

“Fuck… y/n… stop talking… you’re gonna make me-“

Zoro’s head lolls to the side to look at you and his face softens at the sight of your encouraging smile.  His mouth that had been twisted into a sneer slowly relaxed and he caught your lips.  His mouth was clumsy, his mind in some far off place, but you didn’t mind.  If anything, it made your heart beat faster.

—

“Should I make you cum one more time or-“

“Fuck no.” Zoro hisses as your hand pulls away from his red, twitching cock.  He glares down at his twitching thighs and clicks his tongue, trying to get his breathing under control.  His body was nothing but a damn traitor.

You giggle, Zoro slumps back against you and can feel your back digging into the headboard.  Zoro peers up at you between squinted eyes, his lips shiny with his saliva.  He narrows his gaze, “That was humiliating.”

“You asked for it.  And I told you that forty minutes is insane.” You rest your hands on your thighs, leaning forward to hover over Zoro, your stupid, pretty, grin filling his vision.

“I need to train this.  We need to do it again… tomorrow.”

You stare at Zoro’s completely serious face,

not a hint of teasing, but then your eyes slide to his ears that have somehow grown a shade darker, “Nuh uh… you liked it, didn’t you?”

Zoro glares at you but doesn’t argue, and you huff out a laugh.  Zoro would never lie to you.  The swordsman groans and twists in your lap until he’s lying on his stomach, he shimmy’s down until he’s able to rest his chin on your thigh.  A soft, content hum escapes his lips.  Zoro grins at the sight of you licking your lips and the way your breath shudders.  

You know what? He deserves a reward for training so hard today.

“You’re still wet, yeah? Wanna say thank you.”

~

[godjo]

✮ — warrior’s executioner. 

you’re an earthquake that rocks his steady rhythm. 

tags — zoro x afab!reader. 1.3k wc. soft -> rough, like really, dappled with a lot of prose (i hope they make sense tbh). huge cock!zoro. creampie. a LOT of cum, sue me. cervix fucking. very explicit smut. minors, blank, and ageless blogs dni.

from hunter — i… don’t know. i felt so, so, soft for zoro in this fine afternoon. this fic made me vulnerable lmao. this is hardly proofread btw. ✮

imbued with an ache for glory since the sprout of his childhood, the way of the warrior lives in zoro’s skin and bones like a malignant disease of no existing palliative. he inhales the roughened edges of a samurai’s principle like air his lungs need to survive. these beliefs are claws of death that have grazed him one too many times, yet he wears the thousand cuts with pride. 

they whisper about him across the four seas: the devil wearing a human’s flesh, they say, siphoning his unyielding strength from the depths of hell. enemies see his swords like the embodiment of death, the extended hands of sharp torment, while allies revere his strength. 

his hands are tainted with blood from hard won victories. and zoro has never even thought of cleaning the proof of endless wars snaking along the lines of his palms until he’s met you. 

“are you sure you want this?” zoro asks for what seems like the third time, and for each you answer him with a feathery chuckle. “i don’t want to hurt you.” 

“you won’t hurt me, zoro.” there’s a spark of assurance in your eyes, fueled by conviction that it would take more than his tenacity to inflict pain upon you. 

zoro admires you for it; he desires you for that inelastic poise. and so he moistens his lips, guiding the raw end of his cock through your supple pussy lips. he’s been leaking like crazy, transparent lines of precum smeared all over your bare stomach where his rigid cock had been resting.

he palms his girth as if to soothe the stiffness; he’s unimaginably hard, pulsing with fierce vivacity. tremors rack zoro’s body, not on the account of anxiety, such is a distant feeling, but because of how much he wants to shove his thick cock right into your pussy, fuck you until your insides crumble.

“spread your legs wider for me,” he whispers, breath catching up in his throat when he feels the wet caress of your slabbering cunt around his flushed cocktip. 

you share a shuddering breath when he sheathes himself to the hilt, closing his good eye in concentration, in savoring the gummy embrace of your pussy around his twitching shaft. all the might and the brawn he’s built for years now melts into a thick puddle underneath his wavering feet. 

you’re an earthquake that rocks his steady rhythm. 

hovering above you, cautious as to not crush your ribcage with the weight of his immeasurable desire and wanton lust, zoro moves with calculated tempo. he pitches his head right below your chin, staggering breath fanning the crater between your collarbones. seconds— a dribble of a moment within which he loses his composure— that’s all it has taken for his gruff hand to cage the tender flesh of your waist and pull you with snapping vitality, therefore burying his hungry cock further in your insides. 

with an obscene yelp, you toss your head back. your weakened frame finds its leverage on zoro’s broad shoulders, leaving wild stripes of crimson on his golden skin with your nails. you can feel the ridges of his girth, the angry veins scraping your cunt repeatedly, making the little wet hole swell. 

“i’m sorry,” zoro confesses softly against your heated cheeks. “did i hurt you?”

you wish you can pour your heart out and say no, he’s not hurting you and he never will. tears grace the corner of your eyes, from the fluttering emotions hugging your belly, and you can only shake your head. at last, your hands find the curve of his flushed cheeks. he looks feverish, pushed into perpetual agony and terror of breaking you. like you’ve never done before, you tug him by the face and seal his lips with a kiss that quickly forms a whorl of saliva inside your mouths. you never let him go. 

zoro’s heart will burst, he swears it will. the unspoken consent triggers his primal need, the animalistic urge of wanting to prove how you drive him to the edge of insanity.

he pounds your pussy like a mad man freed from restraints. he folds your knees to fuck you properly while watching your cunt swallow his needy cock to the base. there are strings of transparent liquid connecting your pussy to his shaft, augmenting the smacking sound whenever he brings his weight down your soiled cervix. hungrily, repeatedly, mercilessly. 

“z… zoro!” your unabating and quivered chant injected with pleasure. “more… i need you— want you.”

need. 

his eye dilates as the word flows inside his system. he slides his upper body down to meet yours, a breathless yet fervent chuckle rising from his throat. zoro has been maiming your cervix with his insatiable cock for what seems like forever now. he’s been fucking you so maniacally that his bladder shudders and your pussy has turned a damped mess under his vigorous thrusts. all this is accompanied with brutal strength. 

instead of cowering away, you tell him to sink in you deeper. 

you, who emit the air of lavender blossoms and speak with honey in your mouth. you, whose featherlight touch whispers life into every withered thing. you, who keep a universe of all things soft and kind and gentle locked inside your velvet chest. 

“you’re perfect,” zoro murmurs against your mouth, pinning his cock one more time to your slabbering cunt. “and you’re mine.”

your belly heats up from the fervid claim. rapture, its pleasurable hand reaching for you, as zoro’s movements become deliberately slow. his spine moves like waves, the roll of his hips jittery yet deep. you feel it all at once when he pops your hardened nipple in his mouth. zoro suckles, salivating around the areola while maintaining his slow pace.

the heat picks up its intensity, along with the furiously lewd moan gaining strength and fleeing your lips. caged in a bubble of sensitivity that will burst at the seams with an airy touch, you clamp a hand over your mouth but zoro takes your wrist to pin beside your head. his final savage thrust sends rolling waves of euphoria squeezing your chest until the only way you can breathe again is to shout his name with a piece of your soul attached in it. 

zoro tattoos your expression in a huge part of his memory; the narrow of your brows, how your pretty lips shape his name, and the tears of release like silver satin adorning your eyes. with that image he buries his cock between your velvety walls, down and down until his cocktip meets your cervix again, and there— bouts of thick cum burst in your uterus. 

he screams your name, placing his life and his love between its syllables. you touch his face, soothing his shivers, but he just won’t stop filling your womb with fresh and viscid cum like he’s not busted a fat nut in a hundred years. zoro’s eye teared up at the sensation. 

“i… i can’t stop. fuck— it’s seeping. fuck, fuck—”

you lock your legs around his hips. “let it all out.”

zoro admits defeat and collapses on top of you. his cock continues to plug your pussy with blobs of cum. he withers beside you, then, and finally pulls out achingly. even without the grip of your cunt his swollen tip lazily oozes all over the sheets. 

“how are you feeling?” he tucks you in, securing your body with the warmth of his. 

“definitely sore,” you breathe, tracing the mark of stitches on his chest with a delicate finger. “but happy. how about you?”

he ponders at the question. how does he feel, truly? once, he wondered if his tenacity is just another word for wickedness and if shedding blood is the only purpose his unmatched strength serves. he pondered about the hunger he’s shackled in his core and whether it could only be satiated as he felled each enemy with a sword. 

zoro fears that he’ll never learn how to hold you close to his heart without tarnishing the perpetual twinkle of light in your luminescent eyes. but then he kisses you, and you do not flinch from its violence. 

zoro has found the answer, then. 

how could he ever hurt you when you make him tender?

how could he ever hurt you when you turn him to pieces?

[eelnoise]

all i ever asked (nsfw!)

roronoa zoro x fem!reader - wc: 3.4k

cw: piv sex, creampie assumed, pre-established relationship, ur both kinda in love with each other idk. an: 🍷 cheers to another vanilla ass zoro fic because sry that's all i want right now lol 🍷

Contrary to what one might assume, Zoro is no stranger to matters of the heart. Beneath his tough exterior lies a tender heart that beats just as wanting as anyone’s. Though he may be quiet about love, he expresses it with an honesty that is unmistakably his own.

Whether it’s for a quiet nap or a spontaneous cuddle, his favorite place for you to be is safely wrapped in his arms, where the world fades away and only the warmth between you matters. There’s a comfort in your closeness, a silent reassurance in how holds you.

Tonight, you find yourself resting against his broad chest in the crow’s nest. The quiet of the sea stretches out around you, and the world below feels distant. You often join him on sleepless nights, the calm of his presence a comfort when the silence becomes too overwhelming. So much so, that he’s started bringing a blanket with him on his watch, knowing you’ll be there.

It’s become a routine—him keeping watch, you keeping him company—and in these moments, with the soft rustle of the sails and the endless sky above, everything feels just right.

One of his thick arms is wrapped around your middle, and the two of you sit in quiet companionship, the calm broken only by the distant crash of the sea against the hull or the occasional rustle of the sails in the wind.

In moments like this, the stillness invites reflection, whether you seek it or not. Your fingers trace absentmindedly over the roughened skin of his arm, skimming over the scars that tell stories of battles fought and survived. You glance down at the limb resting across you, and despite the soft, silvery light of the night, you can’t quite shake the frown that tugs at your expression.

How many times has he come close to death in the time you’ve known him? Each fight leaves him battered and bloodied, but never truly defeated. Memories of sitting beside him in the infirmary, waiting for him to wake, flood your mind. What happens if the next time, he doesn’t?

It’s a fleeting thought, perhaps foolish. Zoro could walk through a storm of steel without flinching. His body, a testament to countless trials, has borne worse. The very idea of him not waking up feels almost absurd, as though the world itself would have to bend to defeat him.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as your fingers curl around his wrist, grounding you in the present moment.

"You know," you whisper, the sounds are barely more than a breath, but heavy with meaning, "you're not allowed to die on me."

A low, rumbling chuckle escapes Zoro as he shifts slightly, "Wasn’t plannin' on it,” he replies casually with a flicker of amusement across his features. 

You pause for a moment, then meet his teasing tone with one that’s a little more serious. "I mean it, Zoro."

He adjusts his grip on you, gently pulling you around to face him, his hands steady on your waist as his gaze meets yours. His tone remains light, but there's an undercurrent of curiosity. "What’s got you thinkin’ about it?"

"Just... we don’t exactly lead the safest lives, do we?" you sigh softly, your expression showing some genuine touble, resting your head against his chest. You let the silence hang for a beat before lifting your head slightly, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. "And you dying would ruin a lot of my plans, you know."

"Oh yeah?" Zoro hums, his grin evident even in his tone. "You’ve got plans, huh? What kind of plans need me around to work?"

"A lot of them," you reply with a playful glint in your eye, twisting around in his lap to face him. "I guess I’ve come to rely on you more than I thought, after everything we’ve been through."

Zoro's halfened gaze eases down upon you. A small, lopsided smile tugging at the corner of his lips—one that’s rare, but undeniable. He doesn’t speak right away, but the silence is filled with a weight that speaks volumes. Truth be told, a lot of his future plans revolve around you, too.

In a world where Luffy is Pirate King and Zoro is the world’s greatest swordsman, the idea of something simpler feels surprisingly appealing. He never expected to cradle love in his arms, yet here he is, feeling the call to arms in his heart—not for battle, but to keep you safe. With you by his side, the idea of settling down doesn’t seem so impossible. In this world, he'd give you everything, ensuring you never have to worry, even if he's still figuring out how. Your safety has become the one thing that matters more than any fight.

There’s a warmth in his chest that blossoms only with you, a quiet but steady heat that spreads every time you’re near. As you look into his face, your eyes wide with concern, it flares again—stronger this time, almost as if his heart beats in time with yours.

“Look,” he says, the emphasis in his tone softer now, as one calloused hand gently comes to rest on your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin in a reassuring motion. “I’m not goin’ anywhere. I promise you that.”

A promise. One that doesn’t come from him lightly, but when it does, you know he means it. In a world where words are often guarded, this one feels like the most precious thing he could give. You don’t need to ask again.

You smile, your hand coming up to gently cup the one resting on your face, your fingers tracing the familiar warmth of his skin. “Good,” you say softly, a teasing edge to your tone. “Cause I’ll never forgive you if you do.”

Zoro laughs, the sound a low rumble in his chest, pulling you closer until his chest presses against yours, the blanket settling around both of you. “If I’m dead, how would you even know if I’ve pissed you off?” he teases,.

A sly smile curves at the edges of your lips as you raise a brow, a glint of mischief dancing in your eyes. "Oh, you’ll know," you say, sounding playful but with something warmer softening the words. "I’ll figure out some way to make you know from your safety beyond the grave."

The laughter slowly fades, leaving a quiet stillness to settle around you both. Zoro’s expressions turns thoughtful as he watches you, his eye tracing the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the rhythm of your breath as it flows steadily in time with his own. He takes in the peacefulness of the moment, the way you’re nestled against him, and a quiet warmth stirs within him—a soft, unspoken sense of peace that spreads slowly through his chest.

A warmth unfurls within him as he reflects on how deeply he needs you, the way your presence grounds him amid the turmoil. You’re not just his partner; you're the anchor that holds him steady in the storm. In the chaos of battle and the endless path ahead, it would be easy for him to lose his way. 

"Hey," he murmurs, his voice soft but sincere, "I don’t say it often, but... you really do make everything a lot easier. I don’t know where I’d be without you."

It's rare for him to let down his guard like this, to show you that side of himself. The vulnerability he shares feels like a gift, one you hold close. It’s a part of him that’s raw and real, and in that moment, it makes everything between you feel deeper, more significant.

You smile softly, your fingers lacing with his as you rest your head against his chest. "I’m just glad I can make it easier for you," you murmur, "There’s no one else I’d want to face all of this with."

Zoro’s heart skips a beat, a warmth blossoming in his chest and spreading like a quiet, steady flame. He doesn’t need to put it into words; you’ve long understood that his actions speak far louder than anything he could say. 

He holds you close, and the quiet intensity in his gaze conveys everything you need to know. In that moment, it’s clear—you’re not just his partner; you’re his anchor, his refuge in a world that’s often unforgiving.

"You’re something else, you know that?" His voice is softer than usual, carrying an unexpected vulnerability that only you seem to draw out. His focus lingers on yours, filled with an affection so deep it almost feels tangible.

Zoro’s gaze lingers on you for a moment, a quiet intensity in his eye as if he’s weighing something unspoken. Slowly, his hand rises to your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. It’s a tender gesture, simple yet filled with meaning, conveying everything he struggles to say. 

Then, without a word, he closes the distance between you, his lips finding yours in a kiss that is slow, deep, and full of all the emotions he’s kept hidden—unspoken, yet understood.

It’s soft at first—a gentle press of lips that quickly ignites into something deeper, more urgent. Zoro’s hands roam with purpose, one tangled in your hair, pulling you close, the other gripping your hip, steady and possessive. His mouth moves over yours with growing intensity, each kiss a silent confession of longing and desire as he holds you firmly against him.

You melt into him, the embrace wrapping you in the warmth of everything you’ve ever felt for him—the love, the yearning, the certainty that this is where you’re meant to be. Time seems to slow, and all the doubts, the fears, fade away in the quiet comfort of his embrace.

 Every stolen glance, every quiet moment shared between you, rushes through your mind, deepening the bond between you. The world around you disappears, leaving only the undeniable truth that you belong here, in his arms, with him—and nothing else matters.

Lost in the heat of the moment, your legs wrap around Zoro's waist, pulling him closer as your bodies align from chest to pelvis. The hard, throbbing evidence of his desire presses insistently against your core through the thin fabric separating you, sending jolts of excitement up your spine. Soft gasps and breathy moans escape you both and with each deliberate grind of your hips, the friction stokes the flames of passion.

Zoro's hand slips beneath your shirt, calloused fingers tracing slowly up the contours of your spine, leaving a tingling path in their wake as they travel higher. You lean into his touch, craving more of his intimate caresses. The heat building between you feels like it might consume you both.

His other hand grips your thigh, hitching your leg higher around his waist. The new angle allows him to press even closer, the hard length of him grinding against your most sensitive spot. A gasp escapes you at the intense pleasure, your body beginning to twitch in need.

He pulls back from the kiss, his lips still tingling from the connection, as he looks down at you with a soft expression in his good eye. A pleased daze lingers there, as if he's trying to process what just happened. "Why can’t I ever get enough of you?" he murmurs, his voice rough and tinged with longing, the question more of a quiet wonder than anything else.

It’s as if he can’t quite grasp how, after all this time, you still manage to stir this feeling in him. He’s grown used to it, yet still, he’s unable—and unwilling—to let go. With you, everything feels new, as though each touch, every shared breath, and every heated moment is a discovery all over again. It’s intoxicating, addicting, and he no longer feels the need to question it.

He just wants you, and he thinks he always will.

Coarse hands move over you with a sense of familiarity, tracing the curves he’s grown so accustomed to, yet there’s always a hint of wonder in how he handles you. It’s possessive, in a way, as though he wants to leave a part of himself with you in every lingering caress.

“Zoro...” Your voice is soft, almost a whisper against his lips, heavy with desire yet tinged with a slight hesitation. “Are you sure this is the right time? We're on watch..."

Zoro chuckles, low and dark, his lips brushing against yours with each word. "Not like anyone's gonna catch us up here." His hand slides up your thigh, fingers digging into your hip as he grinds against you, his hard length pressing insistently against your core. "Besides, I don't think I can wait any longer."

His hand slips under your shirt, calloused fingers trailing over the smooth skin of your stomach. Leaning in, he begins kissing and licking his way down to nip at your pulse. "I need you," he growls. "Right here, right now."

You twist into Zoro's ministrations, a giggle slipping past your parted lips as his fingers trace tantalizing patterns along the waistband of your shorts. "Always getting what you want, huh?" you tease, your hands cradling his face tenderly, a playful grin tugging at your mouth despite the flush of arousal currently painting your cheeks.

His smirk matches yours as his hand boldly slips past your shorts, gripping your ass before venturing further. "Damn, you're absolutely drenched," he groans, fingers gliding effortlessly through your slick folds. "You're always so fucking wet, just for me."

You buck your hips instinctively against his hand, a breathy moan falling from your lips as his fingers dance along your clit. "Always," you answer, your voice small and rasp with need.

Zoro's eye darkens at your words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Shit, babe," he purrs, his fingers circling your clit before dipping lower, teasing your entrance. "You need me to make you feel good?"

You nod eagerly, but before you can expel your desperate plea for more, Zoro claims your mouth in another searing kiss. His tongue plunders yours as he slowly sinks two fingers into your dripping core. A broken moan escapes you, a needy sound that conveys your overwhelming desire for him—his touch, his cock, but above all, his love.

Zoro's hands quickly work to free his throbbing erection, the thick shaft coming to rest insistently against your belly. With a swift motion, you part from him and sit up just enough to shift your shorts and panties aside, baring your core to him. Immediately, his hands return to your hips, greedily pulling you back until the swollen head of his length nudges your entrance, ready to take you fully.

Zoro groans deeply as your velvety walls envelop him, the exquisite tightness making his hips twitch with the effort to hold back. He exhales against your lips before easing you down onto his throbbing length with agonizing slowness, allowing you to adjust to every thick inch stretching you open, and when he's finally buried to the hilt inside your welcoming heat, he pauses, savoring the feeling of just being with you this in way.

His forehead falls to rest against yours as he takes a deep, shuddering breath, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. "You okay?" he asks, concern in his voice despite it being thick with barely contained desire.

"I'm perfect," you reassure him softly, your arms tightening around his shoulders as you melt into him. "Promise."

Zoro smiles, his face filled with gentle adoration as he gazes at you in a half-lidded, loving daze. Harmoniously you both begin to move, Zoro's strong hands guiding your hips, helping you find a slow, sensual rhythm. Each roll of your bodies brings a new wave of pleasure, your slick heat gripping him like a velvet glove. 

In the union of your bodies, time seems to stand still. Each gentle thrust and sensual grind is a proof of the profound connection you share, a silent affirmation of the love that binds you. Zoro's soft touches and hushed praises fill the air, his actions speaking volumes of the reverence he holds for you.

The slow, sensual rhythm continues, each thrust bringing you closer to the pinnacle of pleasure, Zoro's movements gradually become more urgent, more primal. He pants into your neck, groaning and exhaling as his effort against your slick walls intensifies, driving you wild with desire. The haze of bliss leaves you dizzy, and you surrender yourself completely to him.

With a sudden shift, Zoro leans forward, his muscular arms encircling your waist as he takes control of the tempo to effortlessly bounce you on his cock. His deep thrusts send waves of pleasure surging through your core, your body instinctively pressing against him.

The way he possesses you is both thrilling and overwhelming. Each deep buck of his hips sends you spiraling, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensations coursing through you. Zoro's grip on your waist tightens, holding you steady as he drives into you with increasing fervor, his hips slapping against yours in a quick rhythm.

As the maelstrom of pleasure builds, you can only cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as you surrender yourself completely to ecstasy. He’s rutting against that secret spot deep within you now, sending shockwaves of white-hot, rhythmic tingles to radiate through your entire being. 

The relentless stimulation is driving you to the brink of madness, your mind clouded with nothing but the overwhelming ardor left to consume you. Your cries of ecstasy mingle with Zoro's name as the pressure builds to an unbearable crescendo. 

Stars burst behind your eyelids as he pounds into you relentlessly, his hips moving like a well-oiled machine. Just as you teeter on the brink of oblivion, Zoro squeezes you tighter, his fingers digging into your flesh as if he's afraid to let go. With a few final, intense thrusts, he sends you hurtling over the edge into madness.

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, waves of pure ecstasy washing away any semblance of coherence. You scream Zoro's name like a prayer, your cries raw and ragged as the pleasure consumes you utterly. The rhythmic clenching of your inner muscles around his throbbing shaft drives him wild, his hips pistoning frantically as he chases his own release.

"Gonna—fuck—," he growls, his words strained with the effort to hold back. "—gonna fill you up so fucking much.”

And with a guttural groan, Zoro buries himself to the hilt inside you, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he erupts deep within your fluttering depths. Wave after wave of his hot seed floods your channel, marking you as his, claiming you utterly. His hips jerk erratically as he rides out the intense pleasure, crazed in the sensation of your pussy milking him dry.

As the last spurts of his release subside, you collapse against him, face burying in the crook of his neck. Your ragged breaths mingle with his while your hearts pound in sync.

In the aftermath of your shared climax, Zoro gently pulls back, his gaze seems transfixed with a mixture of devotion and vulnerability. He guides you to sit flush against his chest, his strong arms encircling you protectively. Reaching for the blanket that had fallen askew during your passionate lovemaking, he re-wraps it snugly around your entwined bodies before letting his hands trail up and down your back in soothing circles.

He exhales softly, the silence lingering between you, heavy with unspoken thoughts. "I..." His voice falters, rough and uncertain, as though the feelings inside him are too complex to put into the right form. Rather than finishing, he pulls you closer, his face burying into your hair, his arms tightening around you—a quiet confession in the way he holds you.

A soft, contented laugh escapes you as you curl into him, warmth flooding your chest. "Mhm," you murmur in reply, a gentle smile tugging at your lips as you move to nuzzle into him.

The night wraps around you both, the steady rhythm of your breathing filling the silence. Zoro holds you close, the comforting weight of his body grounding you, and in this moment, everything beyond feels distant, unimportant. The warmth between you lingers, a quiet understanding that needs no words to be felt.

His hand moves gently across your back, tracing soft circles, and you sink deeper into him, the steady beat of his heart a calming rhythm beneath your ear. There’s peace here, in his arms, where the world falls away, leaving only the two of you.

In this moment, everything is right—just the two of you, enveloped in the stillness of the night, and nothing else matters.

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zoro x gn!reader cw: fluff, first kisses, you and zoro are a little drunk an: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BEAUTIFUL BELOVED AMAZING SWEET BOY. sorry it's a day late :( high key the prequel to this fic and it's sequel (both nsfw!) but more a fun fact than a requirement btw. wc: 4.2k

It's Zoro's birthday, and while he's never been one to make a fuss about it, this year the ship is conveniently docked for the night, giving the crew the perfect opportunity to celebrate. He doesn’t exactly mind—and it’s not like he can avoid it—he’s not used to the attention such a day brings. Leaning against the railing and staring off into the sunset, he remains quiet, distant in the way he always is. 

But there’s a softness in the way his gaze lingers on the crew, their laughter and warmth filling the air beneath the fading light of the setting sun. The comfort it brings doesn’t feel strange anymore. It’s simply a part of his world now, like the rising and setting sun—familiar, irreplaceable, and quietly essential.

He’s snapped out of his thoughts by the unmistakable sound of your footsteps approaching, your voice cutting through the noise of the crew. “You alright? Are they too much for ya?”

Zoro glances over his shoulder, his usual deadpan expression in place, but there's a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes as they land on you. "Nah, they’re not botherin’ me," he grumbles and shakes his head, his act deliberately nonchalant. “I’m alright.”

He’s good at hiding it, at playing off the unfamiliar tug in his chest every time you speak to him like that. But the truth is, he’s not used to the way your presence settles something in him, not used to how easy it feels just to be near you.

You smile, and it’s effortless, like you’ve known him for years, and maybe you have, but there’s something different about it tonight. Something that makes him feel strangely exposed, even though you’re only a few feet away. He’s used to being left alone, used to carrying the weight of his thoughts without anyone noticing, but with you, it’s like he can’t hide behind his usual walls.

Coming to a stop just next to him, Zoro turns around to properly face you and notices that you’re holding something behind your back. His brows furrow slightly, his eyes narrowing in a way that makes you think he’s already figured it out, even when he hasn’t.

“What’re you hiding?” he asks, his words slow and steady, but there’s a hint of curiosity beneath the surface—he’s trying too hard to play it off, and he still can’t quite mask it.

“I know you don't care much for gifts or whatever but—” His attention sharpens, but he doesn’t press. Instead, he just crosses his arms, a half-smirk tugging at his lips, like he’s willing to let you have your fun for now. But even then, his eyes don’t leave you, waiting, just a little too interested.

With a sly grin, you reach behind your back and pull out two bottles of sake, one in each hand. “I remembered how much you liked that sake from the island we visited last month,” you say, holding up the bottles for a closer look. “Thought it’d make a good birthday gift. Y’know, some good memories.”

You glance at him, offering a small, almost shy smile. There’s no big gesture, no over-the-top presentation—just something simple that you thought he'd appreciate.

Zoro is speechless, his arms still crossed over his chest, trying to keep his composure and not let on to how much the gesture seems to throw him off. He’s not used to being on the receiving end of things, and gifts are especially new territory. For a long moment, he just stares, his eyes flitting from the bottles in your hands to your face, like he’s waiting for the punchline. But it never comes.

He wasn’t expecting anything. He didn’t want anything. Still, as you stand there before him, looking so genuine and kind and truthful, something within him swells. A warm feeling blossoming in his chest.

Zoro swallows, his words a little rough, more vulnerable than he wants them to be. “Didn’t have to do that,” he mutters, but there’s a quiet fondness in his expression that contradicts his words. He holds out his hand, silently asking for the bottles, waiting patiently for you to hand one to him.

You offer a bottle, and he takes it from your hands, his fingers brushing yours for just a second. He hesitates, clearly unsure of how to respond, before muttering, “Thanks...” in that awkward way he does when he’s caught off guard. But then, as if a thought suddenly strikes him, he looks up, a hint of something softer in his eyes.

“Hey... you wanna share a bottle?” he asks, his tone casual, but there's an underlying sincerity there. He quickly clears his throat, as if the offer itself was a bit more vulnerable than he meant it to be. "I mean, you went out of your way to get it for me. Least I can do is share."

The way he says it—slightly gruff but definitely not uninterested—makes it clear that he doesn't want you to walk off just yet. It's not just about the sake. He wants you to stick around.

You grin, “Of course I do, in fact…” trailing off, you quickly produce two shot glasses from your back pocket—stashed just for this very instance in mind. The small glass makes a soft clink against the wood as you slide one over the railing to Zoro with a knowing look. “I figured you'd be in the mood for a drink," you add, gesturing for him to have the first pour.

He catches the glass between his fingers and uncorks the bottle to pours the clear liquid gently into the small glass. Raising it to his lips, he swirls it slightly before taking a sip. The alcohol burns pleasantly down his throat, warming him from the inside out. He lets out a satisfied sigh, his shoulders relaxing a bit.

"Not bad," he comments, raising his glass in a silent toast before taking another drink. His eyes linger on you, studying your face in the fading light. "You know me well," he adds, his expression  thoughtful, as though he's still processing the simple truth in the words. 

Zoro tilts his head slightly, studying you in a way that's both casual and strangely intense before handing the bottle over to you. He watches you closely as you fill your glass up, his focus once again lingering on your face, as if trying to read you.

You take the bottle with a small, knowing grin, your fingers brushing his as you accept it. Your glass is already in hand, and you pour a generous amount, the clear liquid catching the last of the fading sunlight. As you bring the glass to your lips, you meet his gaze, holding it just long enough to make him wonder whether you’re savoring the moment or just being playful. The warmth of the alcohol spreads quickly, but it's not enough to dull the sharpness of the connection between you both. 

The night stretches on and the deck clears out, leaving  Zoro and you settled into a comfortable rhythm, now relaxed with your backs against the hull, the warmth from the alcohol fighting the chill of the crisp sea wind. The conversation has shifted from casual banter to deeper, quieter exchanges, though neither of you is particularly worried about keeping things serious for long.

But now, his eyes are fixed on you in that way he always has when he's trying to figure something out—or just when he's being his usual teasing self. You’ve had a few too many, and while you’re not exactly stumbling, your laughter has taken on a loose, carefree quality—and for a moment he’s so taken with you he doesn’t catch the smile in his cheeks.

Zoro’s expression doesn’t escape your notice, making your brow furrow. “What’s with the look?” you ask, flashing a playful grin.

He smirks, taking another swig from his glass before leaning against the railing. “You’re such a lightweight, ya know that?”

“Anyone’s a lightweight compared to you, dude.” You reply, rolling your eyes slowly, but with a touch of amusement, you let out a little laugh. It’s hard to stay annoyed with that smug grin of his.

There's a dare in his poise, playful and teasing, but with an edge of something else—a spark of excitement, a hint of mischief. With his back pressed against the cool, rough wood of the wall, he shifts just enough so his gaze locks with yours.

Zoro chuckles, low and deep, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Maybe so, but I bet I could still outdrink you any day."

There's a challenge in his tone, playful and teasing, but with a hint of something else—an edge of excitement, a spark of mischief. With his back pressed against the cool, rough wood of the ship, he shifts just enough so his look meets yours.

"What do you say? Think you can handle a little competition?" he asks, a hint of teasing in his words.

You nod eagerly, your eyes lighting up with the same mischievous energy. A slow grin spreads across your face, the alcohol lending you the courage to match his boldness. "Oh, I'm game," you reply, shifting slightly closer, your thigh brushing against his as you adjust your position. "What are you thinking?"

Zoro's eyes glint with mischief, his lips curling into a sly smirk. "Simple," he says, his voice low. "We take turns guessing something about each other. If you're wrong, you take a shot."

He tilts his head, his gaze never leaving yours. The mischief in his eyes still lingers, but there's a lighter edge to it now, a playful gleam that makes the moment feel less intense and more... electric in its own way. The air between you shifts, not a spark, but something that quickens the beat of your heart.

The thought of being so close, trading secrets and truths, sends a little thrill through you. Even in the dim light, you can see every detail of his face, his expression open, his eyes sharp with interest. It's intimate in a way both familiar and new, and your heart hammers in your chest. 

“You're on," you reply, the words coming out a little more breathless than you intended. "But don't think I'm gonna go down easily."

Zoro’s smirk deepens, his stare never wavering from yours, the tease in his eyes sharp and unwavering. He leans in slightly, a flicker of amusement dancing in his look. “Let me guess," he says smooth and confidently. "Your biggest fear... it’s not something simple, right? Nah, I bet it’s something that really gets under your skin." He pauses, studying you with a critical eye, before letting out a slow breath. "I’m gonna say... it’s being helpless. Not being able to protect the people you care about."

His words hang in the air, his eyes still locked onto yours, as if he's daring you to confirm or deny it. The intensity of his gaze is almost too much, but you can’t help but feel a strange warmth at the fact that he’s thought so deeply about it.

A shiver runs down your spine at how close he is, the way his voice wraps around the words, and the sheer truth of it all. You swallow, trying to keep your expression neutral as you meet his eyes.

“Damn," you murmur, a hint of surprise in your voice. "That's more accurate than I care to admit. How the hell did you guess that?"

Zoro laughs, "Maybe I just know you that well, eh?" He playfully nudges you, the alcohol, and you, are calming him more than he'd like to admit. He's very comfortable in this moment, and it's something he can't deny to himself, so why not indulge in the rare privacy? "Drink up." He adds with a nod.

A soft laugh escapes your lips, the sound a little shaky. "Seems like it," you mutter, the reality of how well he knows you sending a strange wave of heat through your chest.

Following his instruction, you swallow down a hefty gulp of liquid courage, the burn of the alcohol sliding down your throat. You exhale, the feeling only adding to the flutter in your stomach.

"All right, my turn," you say, trying to steady your voice despite the flutter in your chest. "I've got a pretty good guess for you, too."

Zoro leans back slightly, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. "Alright, let's hear it," he replies, low and curiously, the challenge in his tone still present but tempered by an edge of amusement.

"I think..." you begin taking in his relaxed, more casual expression. It makes you smile, and you don't think about trying to hide it, either, "You're a big softie, and I think that you know it."

The  smile falls, and he looks almost surprised, like he wasn't expecting you to be so perceptive. But then, his eyes narrow, and his smirk returns, only with a flicker of something softer. "Oh, so we're gonna play like that, huh?" He chides, his playful act never faltering.

Mhm," you confirm with a nod and a sly grin. "Now answer the question, softie."

Zoro clicks his tongue in annoyance as he realizes you’ve caught him in a rare moment of vulnerability. He runs a hand through his hair, his chuckle low and almost reluctant.

“Dammit,” he mutters, shifting against the railing with a sigh. He falls silent, studying you in the dim light like he's weighing whether to keep up the act. His gaze softens just slightly as he exhales. “Alright, fine, you got me,” he admits, the words gruff but unavoidably sincere. “Guess I do have my moments.”

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with that," you note, tilting your head slightly and softening your tone, a playful glint in your eyes. You scoot a little closer, your inflection gentler now, as if you're letting him in on something only the two of you share. "Makes you human, you know? And honestly, it’s kinda... nice, seeing you let your guard down for once."

Zoro's lips twitch in response, a strange vulnerability in the way he responds to your words.

"Yeah, I guess it does," he replies, scratching the back of his head. He looks away as if embarrassed by the admission. "Still, I'm not about to go around announcing it to the world—I have an image to maintain, ya know."

You catch the flicker of that vulnerability, and the teasing smile on your lips softens just a bit. “Your secret is safe with me,” you assure him with a wink. “You can keep being the big, tough guy on deck, but I won’t spill.” You give him a playful nudge, your tone light but warm. “Now drink up, softie—let's see how long you can hold onto that image.”

Zoro lets out a rough laugh, the sound just a touch shaky, as if he's more affected by the moment than he'd like to let on. He takes the glass and tips it back, taking a long swallow. "All right, then. My turn to guess, huh?

A soft hum of amusement escapes your lips as you watch him drain the glass. "Mhm," you confirm with a nod, a small, satisfied smile on your face. "Let's see what you've got."

Zoro sets the glass down with a soft clink, his eyes locked on your face. A smirk twists at his lips, and he leans forward, resting his chin on his hand, his expression sharp and playful.

"I think..." he begins, his voice dropping slightly, "you're a lot more observant than you let on. You catch things that I wouldn't dream of, and sometimes, you just know what I'm thinking before I do. But, you're also pretty damn stubborn."

Your eyebrows arch at his observation, both impressed and slightly taken aback. It's eerily astute, and you know you can't deny it. With a sigh, you lean your head back and tilt your head toward with a wry smile.

"Oh? What kind of things do you notice that I catch?," you murmur, unable to hide the hint of surprise in your reaction. "And someone has to be stubborn to put up with you." You add with a tease.

Zoro chuckles, the sound low and throaty. He leans in close, a teasing smile on his lips. "Oh yeah? And who said I need putting up with?"

He tilts his head, studying your grin for a moment  before continuing. "You're smart," he remarks thoughtfully. "You pick up on things the rest of the crew doesn't, like when I'm irritated or when I'm lying. It's a pain in the ass."

The truth falling from his lips hits you hard, he feels genuine. Totally real and just honest with you right now. It dawns on you that Zoro lets you see him this way, and to deny the butterflies in your stomach would be a lie to the world.

"Leaves an impression though, yeah?" You force out, though the words are slightly sheepish. "I mean, we're here talking now, so you must like me enough to keep around."

Zoro's laugh is softer this time, a hint of something warm and almost fond in his expression.

"Yeah, I guess I do," he admits, shaking his head slightly. The night's quiet around you, except for the soft sound of the waves lapping against the hull. "You're stubborn and annoying as hell, but... yeah, I like you."

"I'm glad," you reply, letting the playful tease linger. You shift a little closer, your voice softening, but the warmth is still there. "It's nice 'putting up with you,' even if you make it way harder than it needs to be." You let out a small laugh, meeting his gaze with a fond smile. "But I guess someone has to deal with you, right?"

Zoro rolls his eyes playfully, as the gesture makes you giggle. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't get too cocky about it," he replies, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

But then there’s a stillness between you two. A quiet that feels different from the rest of the night. His attention lingers on you, the air thickening in a way that makes everything feel closer—heavier, more intimate.

You’re not sure when it happened, but suddenly, you’re sitting so close that you can feel the warmth of his body against yours. His breath brushes against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as he tilts his head down, his eyes locking intently onto yours. He can’t help but notice how your presence seems to fill the space between, how the world around you fades to just the soft rhythm of your breathing, the quiet pulse of the moment.

Time seems to slow as your proximity to him registers fully. Zoro's heart skips a beat as he realizes how close you've gotten, the feel of your warm breath against his skin causing a shiver to race down his spine. Instinctively, he wants to pull back, to distance himself from this vulnerability, but something holds him in place.

Despite every instinct screaming at him to pull away, he finds himself stuck in place. Your proximity is intoxicating, making his heart race in his chest. And then, without a thought—pure impulse—he leans in.

His lips meet yours, firm and sure in a kiss that's both unexpected and exhilarating. The rest of the ship falls away, and now, it's just him and you, the alcohol loosening his inhibitions and fueling the fire that's been quietly building between you.

Zoro's hand moves almost on its own, reaching out to tangle in the soft strands of your hair, pulling you closer against him. The heat of the moment, fueled by the alcohol and the low thrum of tension that's always hung between you, is overwhelming. It feels both familiar and completely new, and his mind struggles to keep up with the onslaught of feeling.

It's slightly awkward, he isn't sure exactly what he's doing but gets the jest of it, the initial clumsiness rapidly melts away as he gets lost in the kiss. It's clear he's never been in this exact situation before, yet his instincts guide him as he lets himself be swept away by the moment.

His other hand moves to your waist, pulling you flush against him, the feel of your body against his suddenly more electrifying than anything he's ever felt.

As he pulls you against him, his arm wrapping around your waist, a low rumble of appreciation escapes his throat. The feeling of your body against his is electric in a way he's never experienced, the heat between you growing hotter with each passing moment. It's different from a fight, but the adrenaline feels just as battle would. 

He pulls away from you and there’s a beat of silence. The world seems to pause around you both, and for a moment, neither of you knows what to say. Zoro’s hand is still tangled in your hair, his fingers brushing lightly against your scalp as if he’s holding onto something grounding. His breath comes out in a shaky exhale, his eyes never leave yours and they’re flickering with something unreadable.

"I... I, uh..." he mutters, his words stumbling in a way that's completely out of character for him. The usually confident, aloof first mate is blushing like a damn tomato, and it makes something warm stir in your chest.

You can't help but smile, the cool night air doing little to quell the warmth spreading through you from that kiss. It's an unexpected, but not unwelcome, shift in the air between you. "It was nice," you say, your voice soft but steady, letting him know you're not about to make this more awkward than it already feels, "But I understand, we’re both probably a little... off balance right now."

Zoro glances at you, a flicker of relief in his eyes before he looks away again, clearly trying to regain some of his usual composure. "You... should probably get some sleep," he mutters, his gaze darting to the deck, clearly embarrassed by his own reaction.

You chuckle softly, though there's no judgment in it—just a quiet understanding. "Yeah... yeah, you're right. But no worries, I’m not going to hold it against you," you tease, the teasing lightness still there, but without any pressure. You're still floating somewhere between cloud nine and feeling completely grounded in the moment.

Zoro exhales, a little too sharply, before he slowly releases his grip on you, his hand drifting back to his side. There's a beat of silence as he clears his throat, looking sheepish for the first time tonight. It’s kind of cute, honestly.

"Here, let me..." he starts again, his words are rough but calmer than usual. "I’ll help get you to bed."

He reaches out for your hand, his fingers firm but careful as he takes it in his own. The gesture feels different now—gentler, more deliberate—and it makes your heart skip a beat. It’s endearing, how much he’s trying to be careful with you, and for once, it’s nice to see him not so sure of himself. You feel a little giddy, but you don’t pull away.

He guides you slowly across the deck, the atmosphere still charged with unspoken tension. As you walk, you can feel his gaze flick to you every so often, as if he's checking to make sure you're alright.

The sound of footsteps on the deck is the only break in the silence. Finally, you reach the door to your quarters, and Zoro stops, turning to face you.

He stands there, still holding your hand, clearly at a loss for what to do next. The low light catches his features in a way that makes him seem more vulnerable than usual, and for a brief moment, he seems unsure of himself—something you don’t see often. His mouth opens and closes as if he’s trying to find the right words but keeps getting stuck.

“You… you, uh, you get some sleep, okay?” His voice sounds softer than it’s ever been, a little awkward, sure,  but there’s a gentleness to it that you weren’t expecting. It's like he wants to make sure you're okay after everything.

You smile, your heart fluttering at how cute he's being. "You too, Zoro," you reply, squeezing his hand lovingly and flashing him a warm, sweet smile. “And happy birthday.”

Zoro’s face flushes a deeper shade of red, and his ears go a bit pink too. It's so obvious now how much the night has affected him. He quickly looks away, mumbling something too quiet for you to catch.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters, his demeanor a little gruff but still somehow tender. He glances at you again, then looks away quickly, embarrassed. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?.”

You give him one last smile before you turn to leave and Zoro watches you disappear into the room beyond, his heart beating a little faster than usual, and the warmth from your smile lingers with him long after you’ve disappeared into the night. He stands there for a while, staring at the spot where you were standing, and when he finally heads to his quarters, the usual brash first mate is nowhere to be found.

When he settles in his own bunk, Zoro's mind keeps replaying the moments with you. He can't help but smile—just a little, but it's there, soft and real. He lies in the dark, still feeling the warmth of your hand in his, and it brings an unfamiliar but comforting warmth to his chest. It’s not something he’s used to, but... it feels nice.

Zoro drifts off to sleep with a small, genuine smile still on his face, the first real one he’s had in a long time.

@tetzoro here is ur tag hehe

[kaizokuniichan]

The way this healed me

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cut to the feeling

>in which zoro realizes he may have a thing for you

pre-ts!zoro x gn!reader cw: none! fluff! an: this was in my wips for so long but i'm so in my feelings about zoro that inspo finally came to me. also this is secretly selfship coded and is in the same canon as a few other fics. wc:2k

With another scorching day in the sun and a breeze that's hardly enough to move the ship at an acceptable rate, there’s a rare silence that spans the decks of the Thousand Sunny. The humidity is enough to keep even the more rowdy crewmates indoors with hopes of escaping the rampant heatwave.

Despite the intensity of the day, Zoro is ever a creature of habit—and can be found taking his usual afternoon nap under the slight shade of the mast, sans robe and sporting a large bandage wrapping along his bicep that covers the wound left by stray shrapnel from a skirmish with marines a few islands back.

It doesn’t bother him. Why would it? It’s just some extra sweat or an extra drink of water, might as well be a normal day for him.

Through the serene silence of the deck, Zoro's rest is disturbed all too early by the sound of one of the doors below creaking open. Familiar—though new—footsteps approach, clamoring up one of the staircases to his nestled spot in the shade.

He watches as you appear next to the mast and notes how your expression changes, seemingly surprised and somewhat relieved when you see him already wide awake and staring in your direction. He just looks at you, an eyebrow raised, as if waiting for you to begin.

“Do you have a minute?” you ask, fiddling with the strap of your bag and shifting on the balls of your feet.

Zoro tilts his head slightly, following your movements as you fidget nervously beside him. He remains silent for a moment, considering your request with a measured look. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and even. "A minute for what?" His tone is direct, betraying no hint of the curiosity that flickers across his features.

You take a moment to steady yourself, glancing around the expanse of the deck before focusing your attention back upon him. “Well,” you begin, your voice steadying as you notice the tension in his shoulders. “The short of it is—Chopper sent me to change your bandages.” You try to keep your tone light, but the seriousness of the situation lingers in the air.

Zoro grumbles something under his breath about Chopper being a mother-hen. He sits up slowly, stretching his limbs as he does. "Fine," he mutters, a hint of annoyance in his tone as he holds out his wounded arm in your direction. "Just get it over with."

"I'll make it quick, promise!" you say with a reassuring smile as you move to sit cross-legged at his side. The shift in position brings you closer, your warmth mingling with the afternoon sun, and Zoro finds himself oddly aware of the intimacy of the moment.

You work methodically, lifting his arm to rest gently across your lap. The warmth of your touch sends a rush of unfamiliar comfort through him, as if such kindness is a rare gift. His nostrils flare as the scent of your shampoo wafts toward him while you reach for the small scissors designed for cutting medical bandages.

He observes silently as you take his arm to gently rest in your lap. Zoro tries to remain collected, but he can't help but notice how your touch is both soft and sure—like you've done this a hundred times before. The slight scent of your shampoo wafts through the air, and a part of that signature tough-guy image wants to lean into it, to bask in the pleasantness of it all. But he resists the urge, simply taking in the moment as you reach for the scissors.

Zoro’s gaze follows your every movement as you tend to his wound, his focus intense yet unwavering. He remains still, allowing you to work without interference. As you gently lift his arm, he feels a strange warmth wash over him, unfamiliar and unexpected.

He tenses slightly at the unusual feeling, his senses suddenly heightened. Zoro's brow furrows as he tries to understand what this sensation is. He's used to discomfort, pain, the sharp bite of a sword against his skin. But this is something different. It's gentle, unfamiliar, but not unpleasant.

As you continue tending to his injury, Zoro silently observes every meticulous gesture you make. There's something intimate about this entire situation—the gentleness of your touch, the closeness, the way you focus so intensely on him. It's a foreign concept, something he's never really experienced before.

His hardened exterior slowly begins to crack as a sense of vulnerability creeps in. He can't help but notice the feeling of heat where your hands lightly brush against his skin, his muscles involuntarily tensing in response.

You find the wound is intact—not a single stitch busted open, the clean lines of the bandage reassuring in their neatness. “No broken stitches! Any pain?” you ask, your voice laced with concern as you carefully examine the area, searching for any signs of trouble.

Zoro shakes his head in response. "No pain," he replies gruffly, his stare shifting away from yours. His brow furrows as he tries to suppress the faint touch of redness that flushes his cheeks slightly. "I've had far worse than this," he adds, the hint of pride in his voice an attempt to return to his usual cool demeanor.

“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” you reply, turning to grab some antiseptic and a cotton pad from your pack. “You’ve got quite the steel will, from what I’ve heard.” You pour the liquid onto the cotton and gently dab it across his stitches.

Zoro tenses slightly as the cool liquid hits his skin, the slight sting pulling him back to the moment. He studies you closely as you gently dab the cotton pad across his stitches, the faint scent of the antiseptic lingering in the air.

He gives a small huff in response to your comment, the compliment making his heartrate spike ever so slightly. "You could say that," he says gruffly, his usual nonchalant tone cracking slightly.

You hum, a blend of a smile and soft laughter, as the breeze playfully tousles your hair, sending strands dancing around your face. Zoro feels an urge to tuck it behind your ear, the simple act stirring something in him he can’t quite grasp.

As you continue to clean the wound, Zoro's mind wanders. He finds himself acutely aware of your proximity, the warmth of your body so close to his own. It's a sensation that he's not accustomed to, one that stirs something deep within him.

There’s a silence that comes over the two of you as Zoro tries to fathom why you’re making him feel this way. He can feel his hands shake each time the pads of your fingers grace his skin, and it’s enough for him to ignore the remaining ache in his shoulder.

What is going on?

Zoro's heart races each time your hands touch his skin, his breaths becoming a little shallower than they should be. He can't understand why he's reacting like this to something as simple as changing bandages. He's never been fazed by something so trivial—and yet, the sensation of your touch against his skin sends tingles down his spine.

He fidgets slightly, shifting his position on the deck flooring, desperate to regain some semblance of cool composure. Zoro's thoughts are a whirlwind of unbidden, uncharacteristic impulses, the silence between the two of you growing thicker by the minute.

He feels like he should say something, to break the silence in an attempt to ease himself, and, maybe, he just wants to hear the caring timbre of your voice again.

“So,” Zoro begins, still not caring to look at you—his eyes fixed on the horizon ahead instead, “What’s the long of it?”

“The long of it?” You reply, and he catches you tilting your head up to him in his peripheral, but fights the urge to break his waning focus.

“You said the short of it is Chopper asked you to change my bandages.” Fuck. Why is he so bad at this? What even is this? Zoro can't help but inwardly curse at himself as soon as the words leave his mouth. He doesn't understand why he's so compelled to keep this conversation going, why he wants to hear more from you, more of your voice, more of your laughter…

“Oh!” You giggle, a sound so endearing that it disarms him, making it impossible to maintain his facade. “The long of it, huh? Well, you know Chopper doesn’t fare well in the heat. He’s busy whipping up extra burn salves.”

Your laughter wraps around him like a soothing balm, easing the chaotic thoughts swirling in his mind. He finds himself locking eyes with you for a brief moment, captivated by the brightness in your expression, before he quickly looks away, a flush creeping to his cheeks.

“Burn salves, huh?” he murmurs, his tone low and thoughtful, as he works to keep his demeanor nonchalant despite the flutter of nerves beneath the surface.

“Mhm, you know Usopp goes through the bulk of them.” You explain as you unravel the replacement bandages. "I don't think I've seen a full stock since stepping onto the ship."

Zoro lets out a low chuckle, the tension easing slightly. "Usopp is a walking disaster," he mutters, "always finding new ways to burn himself." Despite his harsh words, there's a hint of fondness in his voice, showcasing the bond they’ve forged through countless adventures.

Another giggle from you as you adjust his arm across your lap to ready it for rebandaging. How can such a small sound make him feel so tingly? Why is his free hand shaking with the temptation to touch you?

Zoro tries to suppress the shiver that runs down his spine as your giggle echoes through the air once more. He finds himself staring at your face, the way your lips quirk upwards into a small smile, and he has to resist the urge to reach out and tuck a strand of stray hair behind your ear.

His free hand clenches into a tight fist at his side, his knuckles paling from the force of it. Why is he feeling so drawn to touch you, to feel the softness of your skin against his calloused fingers?

Gently, the wound is wrapped up in a very neat way. You take your time to ensure it isn't too tight or too loose—finding a happy middle ground to keep his wound safe for healing. 

As you diligently wrap up the injury with a practiced touch, Zoro can't help but appreciate the care you take in your work. Your precise movements and attention to detail are soothing, almost captivating. He silently notes the way you find the perfect balance between compression and looseness, making sure his wound is protected yet unrestricted.

He takes in your every move, his attention shifting between your focused expressions and the gentle precision of your hands as you work. There’s a quiet intensity in the way you concentrate, and he finds himself drawn to the delicate care you put into tending to him, the unfamiliar warmth surging through him once more.

"All done!" You say happily, giving him a soft tap of your fingers to his wrist before moving to clean up the remains of his former dressing. "How's it feel?"

Zoro flexes his arm a bit, testing out the tightness of the bandage. It's snug, but not uncomfortably so. He glances down at the clean new wrapping then back up at you, the touch of your fingers against his wrist sending another jolt of electricity through his body.

He clears his throat, trying to hide the affect your touch had on him. "Feels... fine," he mutters gruffly. "Sturdy."

"Excellent," you reply with a bright smile, gathering your supplies with a practiced ease before rising to your feet.

Zoro finds himself oddly disappointed as you stand up, readying to leave. He wasn't expecting this moment to end so soon. He had become so wrapped up in your presence, in the quiet moments between you as you worked diligently on his injury.

He watches you gather your things, a silent, unexplainable longing for your company coursing through him. But he keeps his mouth stubbornly shut, his usual impassive exterior firmly in place.

But you ask him something he doesn't expect then, something he didn't know he'd be chomping at the bit to want.

"It's killer out here," you say, fanning yourself with your free hand, the light breeze teasing your hair as you glance at him with a bright smile. "I'm going to grab some water—Sanji's keeping some cold for everyone. Want a glass?" The way your expression sparkles makes his heart skip a beat, and he finds himself eager for any excuse to prolong your time together.

Zoro's eyes widen ever so slightly at your question. A part of him wants to decline, to maintain his usual aloof demeanor. But another part, a more impulsive part, leaps at the opportunity to prolong your time together. He clears his throat again, his voice gruff as he replies. "Yeah. Sure," he mutters. "A glass would be nice."

You nod, promising to be right back with some after disposing of his old dressings below deck—and though it seems like ages for you to return, you do with that same smile with an ice cold glass of water in each hand.

"Mind if I join you? It's nice being out here in the quiet."

As you return, glasses of water in hand, Zoro can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in his chest. Though he outwardly remains stoic, he's inwardly glad for the chance to linger in your company.

He glances at the empty spot beside him on the deck floor. "I don't mind," he mutters, scooting over slightly to make room for you. "Quiet's nice every now and then."

As Zoro and you sit side by side, sipping on the cool, refreshing water, he finds himself surprisingly at ease. The silence between you is comfortable and soothing, a welcome change from his usual readiness for action.

As the minutes roll by, he can't help but notice the way you hum a soft, soothing tune under your breath, the sound blending seamlessly with the gentle lapping of waves against the ship. He turns his head to glance at you, a small, uncharacteristic smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Perhaps this is something he could get used to.

[pseudopigeons]

rise and grind zokiku nation

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@kaizokuniichan

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a view of you

sanjixfem!reader (nsfw!)

week 3 of small kinktober!

>it's your anniversary! sanji wants to try something new with you this evening - if you're willing.

cw: shibari/rope play, endless praise, mirror sex, f on top, piv sex, softdom!sanji, FRENCH used an: i just think he's so cute. ik he'd treat us all so right 😭 wc: 2.21

“Do you trust me, mon amour?” Sanji whispers, pulling you further onto his lap. His cadence is smooth—a soft rumble that vibrates reassurance into your ear. He thumbs at the length of a silken rope in one slender hand while the other trails its fingers along the inside of your thigh. 

Nestled snugly into his arms, you’re seated atop a few pillows with a floor-length mirror angled with you at center stage. Your clothes have been far discarded, leaving the sleeves of his unbuttoned dress shirt to run up and down your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake and making you shiver against his warm chest in anticipation.

Of course you trust him. You trust him far more than you think he knows.

Sanji’s soft smile catches in the mirror, and despite your compromising position, you reflect it with a soft nod. 

“With my life.”

Sanji's smile widens, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he takes in the sight of you in the mirror - your hair mussed, cheeks flushed, and body trembling with anticipation in his arms. He leans in, kissing the shell of your ear as he murmurs, "That's my brave girl. I've got you, always."

"Watch," he murmurs and gestures toward the mirror. One hand slides down to grasp your hip, thumb stroking circles into the sensitive skin there. The other reaches for the silken rope, unraveling it with deft fingers. “I want you to see how much I adore you.”

He ties you up gently, creating intricate cross patterns that weave down your chest and around your waist, binding your wrists securely behind your back. With each loop and knot, Sanji's touch is reverent, almost worshipful. 

He takes his time, caressing and admiring every inch of exposed skin from your waist up before securing it with the ropes. The bindings accentuate your curves, painting and framing your body like an erotic work of art that could bring a tear to the eye of any master.

"Magnifique," he breathes, leaning back to admire his handiwork. "You are a vision, ma chérie. A goddess made flesh. How could I be so lucky?”

You feel your cheeks flush—even now, with you bound and vulnerable in his arms, he still manages to effortlessly conjure up a warmth in your chest. His actions prepare to ooze their love—as true and loving and tender as they can be—into you as he leans his head down, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck with a satisfied hum of approval. 

Sanji sighs blissfully as he inhales, your sweet aroma alone is enough to make his head spin with want, adding the perfectly wrapped gift that is you waiting so patiently on his lap and on any other night his insatiable love for you would have ended this far too early.

Tonight though—tonight he wants to celebrate your love by taking his time. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your neck to pepper your skin in kisses. “You taste so sweet, ma chérie,” he murmurs, allowing his fingers to roam down the valley between your breasts in a sinfully slow tease, “Délicieuse.”

A sigh finds its way from your throat when his tongue darts out to lick directly up the center at nape of your neck, followed by another burst of shivers electrifyingly shaking it’s way right to the apex of your thighs when his course diverts to ghost over the sensitive peak of one of your nipples. You watch Sanji's touch in the mirror's reflection. His thumb and index finger roll the hardened bud just enough to make you gasp sharply, your body arching into his touch.  “Sanji…” you whine as you try to instinctively raise your hand to his cheek—the urge to kiss him overwhelming you. Tilting your head toward him, you attempt to garner his attention away from his mouth’s assault on your neck.

Deft fingers continue their ministrations between your thighs as he speaks. "I love watching you like this—getting to see all the cute little faces you make for me.” His thumb presses harder against your clit, rubbing tight circles that send jolts of pleasure through your body. "And now you get to see them too. So please, mon amour, tell me—does it feel good, having me touch you like this?"

"Please, Sanji," you whimper, your body trembling with desire as your hips buck against his hand. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, your chest heaving with each ragged inhale. "It feels so good. I need more."

His fingers slide down, gathering your slick arousal before pushing two digits inside your tight heat. He pumps slowly, curling them within you and against your sopping walls. "That's it, relax for me," he encourages, his other hand moving to squeeze and knead your breast as his thumb continues its relentless assault on your clit.

The hand now free from holding you open finds its way back up your chest, tracing each labyrinthine knot and dip into your flesh that the rope accentuates. 

Your head falls back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as you lose yourself in the sensations. His fingers move in and out at a steady pace, curling just right to make your toes curl and your thighs tremble. You can feel the pressure building, your body tensing as you near the edge.

"You're so close, aren't you?" he murmurs, his hot breath fanning across your neck. "I can feel you tightening around my fingers. Cum for me, mon amour. Let's see you fall apart."

You repeat his name like a mantra, a holy word that falls from your lips as you let go completely. Trembling, you arch into him, and the coil that had been building inside you snaps. Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, crashing through you with such intensity that leaves your legs twitching, your fists clenching, and your vision hazy.

As you come undone in his arms, Sanji holds you close, murmuring words of praise and adoration into your ear. He continues to stroke you through the aftershocks, drawing out your pleasure until you're boneless and pliant against his chest.

Sanji pulls you gently into his embrace, showering your forehead and cheeks with soft, lingering kisses. "You’re so breathtaking when you let yourself get lost in the moment for me," he whispers, his voice filled with warmth and tenderness. "I could watch you shine like this all day long."

He gently eases you back onto the pillows, his hands roaming over your body in a tender caress. "How do you feel?" he asks, his voice low and husky with desire.

"Amazing," you breathe, tilting your gaze to his in the mirror, your eyes sparkling. "It felt so good... I didn’t want it to end." You giggle softly, searching his gaze, hoping he understands just how much he means to you.

Sanji's smile is warm and tender, his eyes sparkling with love and adoration as he gazes down at you. "I'm truly glad, mon amour. You deserve nothing less than to feel extraordinary." He leans in, enveloping your lips in a deep, passionate kiss that leaves you utterly breathless.

"Now," he says, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean. "Could you do me a favor and raise your hips a bit for me?"

You oblige him, and with his help, you raise upward just enough for Sanji to wriggle his aching cock free from the barrier that is his boxers. Sanji's cock springs free, hard and throbbing, already glistening with precum at the tip. He wraps a hand around the base, giving himself a few slow strokes as he takes in the sight of you above him, bound and wanton and just begging to be filled. 

"Mon chou, I want you to watch." Sanji coos, pointing a long finger toward the mirror. "Watch how you take me."

A soft blush colors your cheeks as you watch, transfixed, as Sanji positions himself at your entrance. He teases you with the head of his cock, rubbing it up and down your slit and coating himself in your arousal.

"Ready for me, ma chérie?" he asks, his voice low and rough with barely restrained hunger. Before you can even form a response, he begins to push into you—easing you back down onto down onto his needy, twitching length.

You gasp as he fills you inch by inch, your walls stretching to accommodate his size. He goes slow, savoring every inch as he sinks into you. Once he bottoms out, he pauses to let you adjust. Sanji groans at your tightness. "You feel incredible," he breathes, gripping your hips. "So perfect around me."

He starts to move then, pulling out slowly before pushing back in. His thrusts are deep and steady, each one easily hitting that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. He picks up the pace gradually, his hips snapping forward faster and harder with each passing second.

Sanji's hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you down onto his cock as he thrusts up into you. His hips snap forward faster and harder, the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "You take me so well," he groans, his eyes locked on your reflection in the mirror. "So perfect and tight."

He adores listening to you sing, each sweet note from your lips harmonizing with the tempo of his cock plunging against you. Sanji grunts, the sound raw and animalistic as he continues to drive into you. His fingers bite into your plush hips, a primal claim on your body. "Sing for me, mon amour," he growls, his thrusts growing increasingly frenzied. "I need to hear you

Sanji's thrusts become more erratic as he loses himself in the exquisite sensation of your tight, velvety walls engulfing him. He leans forward, capturing your lips in a searing, passionate kiss as his hips piston into you with wild abandon. 

Large hands squeeze your inner thighs, holding you open for even deeper strokes. "You're mine," he growls possessively against your lips, his grip on your hips tightening. "Please, my love. Tell me who you belong to."

"You, Sanji," you gasp out between ragged breaths, your body quivering with ecstasy. "I'm yours. Only yours!"

Your declaration ignites a fire within him, and he redoubles his efforts, slamming into you with all the fervor and adoration he feels. "Yes," he growls, his voice rough with barely restrained need. "You're mine, and I'm yours. My heart, my soul, my everything."

Sanji’s pants grow increasingly frantic as he nears his peak, his hips snapping upward with wild, unrestrained passion . His gaze is locked onto your reflection in the mirror, eyes brimming with pure, unbridled love as he takes in the sight of your body bouncing on his cock ."I love you," he breathes, his voice trembling with fervor. "I cherish every inch of you, my darling."

With a final, powerful thrust, Sanji spills himself inside you, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his seed. He holds you close, his body trembling with the force of his release. "So good…," he hisses, his words are soft and filled with tender affection.

Sanji holds you close as he comes down from his high, his body still trembling with the force of his release. He presses soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks, murmuring words of love and adoration into your ear.

"You are incredible," he murmurs, a warm intensity in his tone. "You truly shine."

"No, thats you," you reply, meeting his gaze with a soft, tender smile. "I love you more than words can say, mon minou."

Sanji's heart swells, nearly bursting, as you speak in his mother tongue. "I adore you too, my sweet," he murmurs, his voice laced with playful affection. He leans down, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before capturing your lips in a soft kiss that leaves you breathless, enveloping you in a moment that feels both sweet and electric.

With a promise of a warm bath to be freshly drawn for the two of you and two final glasses of wine to toast, Sanji gently unbinds the rope from your body. You notice the concern when his gaze falls over the indents of the wrappings that remain etched upon your skin. “They don’t hurt, Sanji.” You quickly reassure him.

One step into a luxurious, steaming bath made for two later, you breathe in the warm, vanilla-scented steam that fills the air with the soothing scents of lavender and vanilla. As you sink into the soothing, fragrant water, he pours two glasses of rich, full-bodied red wine, handing one to you with a tender smile.

"To us," he toasts, clinking his glass against yours. "May our love continue to grow stronger with each passing day."

You lean back against his chest, feeling utterly content and cherished in his embrace. "To us," you echo softly, taking a sip of the deep, velvety wine. The warm water envelops you both, and you can't help but sigh with happiness. Sanji's strong arms wrap around you, holding you close as you relax into his touch. 

"Happy anniversary, sweetheart," he speaks softly, a warm smile on his lips. "I love you more than anything in this world."

[kaizokuniichan]

I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEED HIM

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one night/all night

law x fem!reader (nsfw!)

week 2 of small kinktober!

>an accidental stumble over some mysterious spores leaves both you and your captain at wits end.

cw: sex pollen, multiple orgasms, dom!law, oral sex (both), begging, semi-public sex an: god damn this one kicked my ass. but i'm finally happy with it. enjoy! wc: 4.7k

Trafalgar Law is no stranger to the oddities of this world. He's chased curiosity across enough oceans to work the fruits of his labor into a lifelong goal. 

In his pursuit for knowledge, Law bands a crew of his careful choosing together to aid with the task. Made up of dearest friends and closest confidants, the Heart Pirates are deeply loyal to their captain—even if he feels unworthy of it. 

This includes you. Brought aboard for your experience with botany and overall usefulness, you had fit in quickly—going so far as garnering Law's trust with enough relative ease that even he's grown deeply attached to you. 

He brings you in tow for most of his errands on land, not all of which you're privy to, but never once do you pry or question and Law's come to need that comfort more than he'd care to say. 

With his business concluded with his acquaintance, Law exits the small coastal cottage and finds you in the nearby clearing, sitting on your haunches and hovering over what looks like a pair of bright green mushrooms with your sketchbook in your hands.

He isn’t intentionally trying to be quiet as he strides up behind you. However, when he calls out your name, you yelp in sudden surprise, toppling forward and into whatever you had been focused on. The sole of your boot catches on one of the fungi, uprooting it, while the other disintegrates beneath your knee. The remnants hiss ominously, releasing plumes of spores from their caps that are immediately swept away by the breeze, swirling directly into both of your faces.

You try your best to roll out of the way as Law attempts to ease the situation with use of his devil fruit, but he’s too late to get the bulk of the remaining spores. 

Law’s eyes water as the spores hit his face, and he can’t help but cough and sputter. He wipes his eyes and looks at you with a mixture of annoyance and concern. “Would you please stop touching strange plants?” he asks, though his tone is far from polite.

"No. That was all you." you reply with a frown, trying to play cool despite the frustrated look on your face. The spores had caught you off guard too, filling your lungs with a strange tingling sensation that seems to be lingering. “You’re the one sneaking around like a fucking cat.”

Law's eyes narrow at your accusation, but the effect is somewhat dampened by the spores still floating in the air. He can feel them affecting his senses, making everything seem more vivid and intense. He takes a step closer to you, his gaze locked onto yours.

"I was not sneaking," he says, low and controlled. "I simply didn't want to disturb you while you were so focused on your work. But now that I see the mess you've made, I can't help but wonder if you're even capable of handling a simple task without causing chaos."

You roll your eyes at him and rise to your feet, brushing the dirt off your sketchpad and tucking it into your pack before doing the same with your boiler suit. "I was trying to document enough of it for research back on the sub, which is, you know, my job."

Law shakes his head and pinches his nose with a sigh. "Doesn't matter. Now let’s go; we don’t have much daylight left." He turns on his heel and starts walking, clearly expecting you to follow.

As you fall into step beside him, Law can't help but notice the way his attention seems to be constantly drawn to you. Your movements are slightly more exaggerated, your breathing a bit heavier than usual. He tries to focus on the path ahead, but finds his gaze constantly drawn to your form.

"What exactly were you hoping to learn from those mushrooms?" he asks, more to distract himself than out of genuine curiosity. "I thought your expertise was more in... practical plants."

He can feel the heat of your body next to his, the scent of your skin mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest. It's intoxicating and though he knows he should just take the lead—to put you out of sight even if temporarily—but he can't bring himself to stray too far from you.

Part of you wants to argue—to explain just how and why he’s wrong, and how his position as your captain doesn’t excuse the sheer audacity of his words. Yet you sigh in defeat; it simply isn’t worth it.

"To be fair, they may very well have been 'practical,'" you begin, wiping the uncomfortable sweat from your brow. "The plan was to sketch it, take some notes, and look into my books back on in my room for more information."

"Plus, I was bored. You were taking a while, you know?" You look up at him, and the way he’s already looking back down at you makes the heat rise in your neck.

Law's eyes flicker to your face, taking in the flushed cheeks and the quick breaths. "Boredom is no excuse for recklessness," he mutters, his tone a little rougher than intended.

The dusty road widens into the overgrown remnants of what was once this island's capital. Charred ruins of stone and wood mark the past, leaving behind winding streets of crumbling buildings covered in ash and soot, the smell of smoke lingering in the dry air.

Acres of scarred, lifeless land remain forever trapped in its moment of doom. It’s a bleak sight—and that’s putting it lightly.

Law leads the way down the debris-strewn street. He keeps his senses on high alert, scanning the dilapidated buildings for any signs of movement or danger, but the heat is oppressive, and it only adds to the growing tension coiling in his gut.

Silence falls between you, and Law’s mind begins to wander. His fist clenches tightly around the brim of his hat, both troubled and irritated. Those spores have surely fucked with him, and now he’s faced with the circumstance of it being you that fate has left him in this condition with.

He just had to keep you instead of allowing you to pair off with Ikkaku. Didn’t he? He could have He could have—should have—gone it alone, but this time, his damn pride may finally be his fall.

Though he can’t deny the effect it’s having on him—the way his heart races and how his body responds to your closeness. He’s always been attracted to you, convinced he didn’t have the time or reason to piece it all together, but this feels... different.

Law doesn't know if he's angry at himself or if he's frustrated with you—accident or not, those spores are doing something to him. There's no other way to explain the artificial intensity pumping through his veins.

The grip on his sword tightens, the hilt digging into his palm as he struggles to focus on the weight of his duty instead of the intoxicating allure of the way you look, the scent that envelops him, and the mesmerizing way your body moves beside him, each glance a reminder of the reckless desire brewing within.

Meanwhile your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, most of them incoherent and centered around the growing desire that seems to be tangling in your belly.

Sweat trickles down your neck, and your skin feels like it’s tingling. What the fuck is this heat? 

Your first instinct is to blame the spores, for while yearning for your captain is nothing new, this longing feels heightened, almost overwhelming, as if the very air around you has stoked a smoldering desire deep inside.

You’ve encountered your share of strange plant life, but a mycelium with enough substance to trigger this much of a response from a fully grown person? Nearly impossible.

But what the hell do you know?

Trying to push away your thoughts, you force your steps to match the rhythm of Law’s. You can feel his gaze, acutely aware of how he leans in occasionally to avoid brushing against you. The tension between you is palpable, and it's making you feel a little disoriented.

You’re unsure how much longer you can maintain the charade of feigned composure. Every step feels heavy, and every breath is shallow and labored. The heat of the sun is nothing compared to the fire building inside you, threatening to consume you whole.

You lose count of Law’s footsteps as you try to cool off by fanning yourself, pulling your hair up, and drinking your fair share of water from the bottle you carry in your pack—but nothing seems to help. Something’s gotta give, or you’re going to melt.

Without a shred of a second thought, you unzip the heavy suit and slide your arms out of the sleeves, tying them around your waist. You sigh in relief as the breeze flows over your arms and through the thin fabric of your tank top, but it does little to truly soothe the lingering heat between your thighs.

Law's breath catches in his throat as he hears the sound of your zipper. He tries to keep his eyes forward, but his gaze is drawn to your form like a magnet. The sight of your exposed skin, glistening with sweat in the fading sunlight, sends a bolt of pure lust straight to his core.

He swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. The heat that had been building inside him reaches a new level, and he can feel his cock straining against the confines of his pants.

Trafalgar Law's eyes rake over you, taking in the sight of your flushed skin and the way your chest rises and falls with your heavy breaths. The emphasis of his tone iis rough as he asks, "How do you feel?"

It's a loaded question, one that he hopes will reveal just how much those spores have affected you. He's afraid to know the answer, but he can't help but want to hear it.

Your voice wavers slightly as you try to maintain a facade of calm. "I... I'm not sure," you admit, your eyes unable to break away from his intense gaze. "Hot. Really hot."

You take a step closer, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. The air between you feels charged, electric. "Are you okay?" you ask him in a soft whisper.

Law's eyes widen at your question, surprised by your boldness. He hadn't expected you to be so direct, so forthcoming about what you were feeling. He takes a step closer, closing the distance between you until your bodies are almost touching.

Law's fist clenches at his side, knuckles turning white. He's not okay. He's so far from okay it's laughable. But he can't tell you that. He can't tell you about how he's been left him in a state of constant arousal, that every nerve ending in his body is screaming for attention, for relief. 

For you.

"I’m fine," he replies through gritted teeth, the lie lingering in the air between you. He can smell you now; the scent of your sweat is intoxicating, pulling him further into disorientation.

"You don't look fine. Maybe I can–" You trail off, your eyes growing into a half-lidded daze as you trail down his body, taking a long look at the way his muscles ripple in his arms before snapping back up to his face with an awkward cough that doesn't really hide anything.

Your eyes meet Law's, and the intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down your spine. You see the desire burning in his eyes, mirroring the heat coursing through your veins.

You take another step closer, your heart pounding in your chest. Your hand reaches out, fingers trembling slightly as they brush against his chest. "Maybe I can help," you whisper, barely audible over the sound of his racing pulse.

He feels his resolve crumbling with your touch, your sultry tone and hungry gaze sending shivers down his spine. He wants to push you away, to maintain his composure, but his body betrays him.

"You don't understand," he grunts, tilting his face away from you. But even as he speaks, his hands are moving of their own accord, reaching out to grab your hips and pull you closer. "I can't... I shouldn't..."

This isn’t how he wanted this to go.

"Law," your voice calling his name eases the rumble in his head, instantly clearing the chaos of his relentless thoughts. "I want to help you. Anything..."

Law's pupils dilate at your words as something snaps within him, crashing his lips against yours in a fierce, demanding kiss. His hands pillow the impact as you're shoved against the cast-off remains of a building built from stone. He nips at your bottom lip, urging you to open for him, and when you do, he plunges his tongue into your mouth, claiming you with a passion that steals the breath from your lungs.

Law's grip on your hips tightens, pulling you closer until you can feel the hard length of his cock pressed against your belly. The heat between you is palpable, as is the need that rolls off him in waves.

"Tell me you want this," he growls into you, lips barely breaking contact with yours. "Tell me you need me as much as I need you."

Your breathing hitches as his demand echoes in your ears. You bite your lip, weighing the consequences of giving in. But then, you look deep into his eyes, seeing the hunger reflected in your own.

"Yes," you whisper,  trembling with desire. "I want this. I need you, Captain."

Law's eyes flash with triumph, and he wastes no time in responding to your plea. His hands move to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he wraps your legs around his waist. He pins you against the stone wall, his hips grinding against yours in a rhythm that's both torturous and exhilarating.

His hands roam your body, caressing your curves as if he's memorizing every inch of you. He breaks the kiss, only to trail his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. "Taste so good," he murmurs, the husky rasp of his voice tickling your flesh.

Law's hands make short work of your clothing, peeling at the fabric of your shirt and tugging it your shoulders leaving you bare chested before him. He takes a moment to drink in the sight of you, his attention roving over your body with a hunger that makes your skin prickle with anticipation.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his calloused fingers tracing the curve of your breast, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hip. "Perfect."

He lowers his head, taking your nipple into his mouth and suckling greedily. His teeth graze the sensitive surface, sending jolts of lightning through your veins.

You gasp at the sensation, arching into his touch. Your  hands find their way into his hair, knocking his hat off in the process of tangling your fingers in the dark, raven strands as you write and shiver under his touch.

"Law," you moan, your words breathy and filled with yearning. "Please..."

You're not sure what you're begging for, but you know you need more. You need him. All of him.

He obliges you with a final, harsher nibble to your hardened bud before pulling away to trail his lips down your torso. Long fingers slide from your hips to unzip and shuffle the remainder of the suit down over your legs to fall in a heap around your ankles.

Law’s breath hovers over your panties, inches away from where you’re dying for contact.

“Move these.” He commands. "Show me."

Your body thrums with want, his imposing tone weakening you into desire borne of flame. Your  hands tremble as you hook your fingers into the front waistband of your panties and slowly slides to the side. The cool air hits your heated skin, making you shiver. 

Law’s eyes lock onto your exposed sex, his gaze burning into you. He doesn’t hesitate, diving in to taste you, his tongue flicking out to tease at your clit. You whimper at the sensation, your body arching up off the wall in response.

He buries his face between your thighs, licking and sucking, his fingers gripping your hips to hold you steady while his tongue works its magic. You can feel the intensity building within you, every single one of your senses feels like they're working overdrive.

Law's tongue swirls around your clit, alternating between flicking and sucking, as his fingers delve into your wet heat. He groans against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body.

His fingers twist inside you, stroking along your inner walls and hitting that sweet spot that makes your toes curl.

Law's skilled tongue and fingers work in perfect harmony, driving you further and further towards the edge. You can feel the pressure building, the need to release coiling tighter and tighter within you.

"Captain," you moan, your wails a broken plea. "Please... please, I need..."

Law doesn't let up, continuing to lap at your sensitive flesh as you ride out your orgasm. He relishes in the taste of you, in the way your body shudders against him, and the sounds of your pleasure. You cry out, the orgasm ripping through you, your body shuddering and trembling as waves of pleasure crash through you.

As your trembling subsides, he stands, his eyes dark with lust and his lips glistening with your juices. "On your knees," he utters, his tone low and gravelly, resonating with an intensity that captivates.

You comply, quickly discarding your shoes and the remainder of your clothing onto the dusty ground below and sink to your knees. You sit patiently as you look up at him through your lashes and watch as he wastes no time in freeing himself from the confines of his jeans, his cock springing forth, hard and ready.

"Suck."

He doesn't give you any more instructions, simply guides your head forward, positioning his cock at your lips. You open your mouth, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, and begin to suck.

Musky and slightly salty—you relish in his taste, and as he begins to guide your motions your mouth is filled full again and again, the tip of his length rutting so far down your throat that your eyes begin to water. 

But you love it. Fuck, you love it.

Law groans, his head falling back as he savors the feeling of your mouth around him. He tangles his fingers in your hair, using it as leverage to control the pace, pushing deeper with each thrust.

"Fuck, just like that," he growls, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock into your throat.

You can feel him growing harder, his cock throbbing against your tongue as he nears his release. His grip on your hair tightens, and he holds you in place as he begins to fuck your face in earnest, chasing his pleasure.

You gag with each powerful thrust as spit and drool drench along his cock.

Law's eyes roll back in his head, a low moan escaping his lips as he feels your throat constrict around him. He can feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls growing with each thrust.

Law's grip on your hair tightens as he nears the edge, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he hisses, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

Law's orgasm rips through him, his cock pulsing as he empties himself into your mouth. You choke and gag around his cock, some of his cum escaping from your nose as he holds you in place.

He grunts, his grip on your hair loosening as the last of his seed spills into you. "Fuck, that's it," he pants, his cock still twitching as he pulls out of your mouth, leaving you to cough and gasp for air.

Law takes a moment to catch his breath, his chest heaving as he looks down at you. "Stand up," he commands.

As you rise to your feet, he takes a step back, his eyes roaming over your naked form. "Turn around," he orders, "ass out." Law's hands grip your hips as he positions you, his fingers digging into your skin. "Spread your legs," he orders.

You comply, bracing yourself against the wall as you feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. He teases you, rubbing the tip up and down your slit, coating himself in your juices.

"Beg for it," he demands, his breath hot against your ear. "Beg me to fuck you."

"Please, Captain," you whimper, your body aching for him. "Please, please fuck me. I need your cock or I'm gonna go fucking crazy. "

Law's control snaps at your desperate plea. With a primal grunt, he thrusts into you, filling you in one swift motion. The feeling of his thick cock stretching you open is overwhelming, and you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. 

He sets a brutal pace, pounding into you with a force that rocks your body against the wall. Your hands scrabble for purchase, nails digging into the stone as he fucks you with wild abandon.

Law's hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise, holding you in place as he rails into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the ruins, punctuated by your moans and his grunts of exertion.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. "Take it, take my cock."

His fingers find your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation sends you hurtling towards another climax, your body tensing as the pressure builds within you.

With a loud cry unto the heavens, you gush around his cock, clenching as if milking him for everything he's got to give.

And fuck he wants to give you his all. Wants to empty himself into you over and over again until the only word you know is his name.

Law's hips buck, driving into you as you orgasm, his fingers digging into your flesh as he rides out your climax. The sound of your name on your lips is enough to send him over the edge, his body tensing as he releases inside you, his seed filling you up.

He holds you there, still buried deep within you, his breathing heavy as he regains control. "Mine," he breathes, his tone thick with possession.

But he doesn't stop, he can't stop indulging in you. For so long has he wanted this— wanted you— and some of him thanks fate for this, admittedly large and unexpected push into coming around to his feelings. 

His pace only slows as he tilts your head backward to catch your lips in a kiss.

Law's lips move against yours, the kiss deep and possessive. He swallows your moans, his tongue delving into your mouth to taste you.

His hands roam your body, caressing your curves, mapping out every inch of you. He breaks the kiss, only to trail his lips down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

"Again," he orders, his hips never ceasing their relentless pace. "Come for me again."

His fingers find your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation is too much, the edges of your vision begin to blur as you can feel another wave of delirium crash over you.

Law pulls orgasm after orgasm from your well loved, exhausted form. He thinks himself insatiable— that he will never have his fill of you. Over and over does the rhythm of his motions continue, his balls slapping against your clit in a tangle that rivals two animals in heat.

The relentless pursuit of your pleasure is unyielding. You cry out his name with each orgasm, your body quivering and shaking as he brings you to the edge time and time again.

His own lust grows with each climax you offer, the spores heightening the intensity of the experience. He's a beast, unyielding and unrelenting, his focus solely on claiming your body as his own.

Finally, as the sun dips below the horizon, casting the ruins in a warm glow, Law's orgasms become fewer and farther between. Eventually, he collapses against your back in an exhausted huff.

Law's body slumps against yours, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. He nuzzles into your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he places soft kisses along your neck and shoulder.

"Fuck, that was incredible," he murmurs, voice hoarse from exertion. "Felt amazing."

He pulls out of you slowly, his cock slipping from your well-used body. You both wince at the sudden emptiness, but the sensation is quickly replaced by a deep sense of satisfaction.

Law turns you around, his hands cupping your face as he looks into your eyes. "You're amazing," he says, and you can tell he’s sincere.

He leans in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. It's a stark contrast to the frenzied passion you've experienced throughout the day, but no less intense.

When he pulls away, you're both breathless. "Let's get cleaned up and head back to the sub," he suggests, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. 

Law carefully assists you with your scattered clothing, his hands move with a gentle touch, helping you dress. His fingers linger on your skin, stealing soft caresses as he does.

Once you're both clothed and covered, he takes your hand, intertwining your fingers. "Ready?" he asks, his eyes sparkling with a softness you don't recognize.

You give him a nod and he pulls you close, slipping his hand into yours as the two of you begin to walk together out of the rubble and back into the direction of civilization. 

"What about those ruins? Weren't we looking for something?" You ask curiously, craning your neck to peer up at him with a raised brow.

"We'll come back for the ruins," Law says, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "For now, I think the both of us need some rest." 

"But aren't you worried about questions from the others? We aren't exactly showing up looking innocent, you know."

He grins down at you, a warm sparkle in his eye. "Don't worry, I can teleport us straight into my cabin from outside the sub. That way, you won't have to face the crew in such disarray."

You know he's honest, and so you let yourself relax and lean into his shoulder. The closeness is nice, and with the heightened exhilaration finally ebbing away it feels nice. 

It feels real.

When Law decides you’re close enough to the coast, the world around you shifts in an instant, and suddenly you’re enveloped in the cozy warmth of his cabin aboard the Polar Tang.

You accept his invitation to use his shower, and your heart leaps in your chest when he slips in behind you to wrap his long arms around your waist. The hot water cascades over your bodies, washing away the sweat and dirt from your day of exploration.

Law takes his time, his hands roaming your body as he cleans you. It's a tender gesture, a stark contrast to the frenzied passion from earlier.

"You okay?" he asks, his voice soft as he cups your face. "I know today was... intense."

You nod, leaning into his touch. "I'm more than okay," you murmur, a smile tugging at your lips. "I'm happy."

Law smiles, his thumb brushing your cheekbone as he gazes into your eyes. "Me too," he whispers, before leaning in to capture your lips in a slow, tender kiss.

He takes his time, savoring the feel of your mouth against his, the water cascading over your entwined bodies. When he finally pulls away, you're both breathless, your hearts racing in sync.

That night, you curl up in his bed, snuggled against his chest. A calmness fills the room, wrapping you in a soothing aura. Your captain is sound asleep, no doubt exhausted from the day’s events, and while uncertainty lingers about what comes next now that the spores are out of your system, that’s a worry for another day; for now, you find solace in his embrace.

[kaizokuniichan]

EVERYBODY WAKE THE FUCK UP WE GOT A LAW FIC FROM EELNOISE

[eelnoise]

something for two (nsfw!)

week 1 of small kinktober!

catboy!zoro x fem!reader

>your plan to wear that little dress to the bar works way better than you think.

cw: catboy going feral, biting, bleeding, breeding, zoro is a little rough with you, use of the nickname 'princess' an: with this fic I have officially been posting for a year! and to celebrate i'm going to attempt a few more this month in honor of the season changing. thank you all for being on this little journey with me! wc: 2.3k

The bar thrums with loud music and echoed chatter; easy distractions after the last several days of straying off the wayward marine skiffs that always seem to be chasing along after them.

Maybe it’s the handful of whiskey he’s already downed, but Zoro finds it easy to dismiss the hustle and bustle of the dance floor or the crowded bartender. He’s sated where he’s seated, quite content on minding his business while the other Strawhats enjoy themselves with whatever they’re busy doing.

He keeps a sharp eye out, though, for despite his light inebriation Zoro’s guard remains up. There isn’t any way to tell if any of these patrons are up to no good, and frankly somebody needs to keep the peace if something breaks out. That, and, someone very important to him has yet to show up.

Back on the ship, you had insisted on waiting and walking with Nami – who famously takes a while to get ready for a night out – and knowing that you can defend yourself if necessary on the short walk from the dock to the town, Zoro shrugs and heads off with the others, thinking nothing of it.

But you haven’t turned up yet. 

Part of him thinks to go searching for you, but each time he considers standing up your voice echoes in his mind, scolding him for getting lost or losing his way.

With a sigh, Zoro’s ears flatten and his tail twitches in annoyance as he finishes off another mug of whiskey.

When you walk into the bustling bar, it’s hard to find anyone you’re familiar with over the masses of people within. So you stick close to Nami, inching your way through sweaty, booze-scented bodies to find the bar for a much needed drink.

You had donned a short black, hip hugging dress at the behest of the navigator and – while it's easy to pretend that you had agreed in innocence, you, and a certain brooding catboy that you’re fond of, definitely know better.

Spotting Zoro at the far reaches of the establishment, you make a beeline toward the side of the bar where he’ll certainly get a good look at all of you. Wrangling Nami along, you squeeze between a few patrons and order a round of drinks for the two of you, making quite sure to bend over the wooden bar enough for the swordsman to see just a glimpse of your panties – his favorite pair – on display.

You aren’t playing dumb – you know exactly what you’re asking for – and the short of it is: you’re ovulating, and he can smell it.

Zoro's ears perk up at the familiar scent that hits his nose as you enter the bar. The sweet, musky aroma of your arousal wafts through the air, igniting a primal hunger deep within him. His eyes narrow as they lock onto you, drinking in the sight of your curves hugged by that sinfully short dress.

A low, possessive growl rumbles in his chest as you bend over the bar, putting yourself on lewd display. The urge to claim you, to rut into your heat and fill you with his seed, surges through his veins. His tail lashes behind him, betraying the cool, collected visage that he was trying to maintain.

In one fluid motion, he rises from his seat and stalks towards you, his movements predatory and purposeful. The crowd parts before him, sensing the dangerous aura rolling off the swordsman in waves – the same aura that has you smirking into your drink.

Zoro's breath hitches as your scent grows stronger, the feral need to breed you consuming his every thought. His stride is long and purposeful as he approaches, the hungry look in his eyes promising wicked things.

He crowds into your space, one hand coming to rest possessively on your shoulder as he leans in close as he raises his lips to your ear. "Nice dress," he rumbles, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. "Shame about what's about to happen to it."

The swordsman's hand slides from your hip to hook an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his firm body. You can feel the heat of him even through your clothes, his scent enveloping you and making your head swim with desire.

"Someone's feeling bold tonight," you purr, feeling his sharp nails nip along the fabric of your dress. 

Zoro's grip on your hip tightens, his hardening length pressing insistently against your lower back. "You know exactly what you're doing," he grumbles, his hot breath fanning across your neck. His free hand slides up your side, skimming the curve of your breast before cupping the back of your neck. "Well, two can play at that game, princess."

In a flash, Zoro spins you around and over his shoulder, making you squeal in sudden excitement. His strong arms wrap around you as he carries you away, picking the first door he sees, beyond which you're a bit relieved to see a single stalled bathroom. 

Zoro kicks the door shut behind him before setting you down on the edge of the sink, never breaking eye contact. His hands grip your thighs, pushing them apart as he steps between them. 

One hand slides up your thigh, pushing your skirt up around your waist as he leans in to nip at your neck. "I'm going to make you scream my name until everyone in this bar knows who you belong to," he promises darkly. A claw slides up your thigh, and in an instant your dress is sliced down the sides and the fabric of your panties is cut through.

"So needy, huh?" You coo, reaching up to scratch behind the moss green tuft of his ear with sickeningly sweet abandon. “All over one little dress?”

Zoro replies with something between a scoff and growl – like he isn't in the mood for your teasing anymore and that he's going to do something about it. His eye flashes with a dangerous glint. "You're the one who decided to parade around looking like a snack," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with desire. "Don't act surprised when I decide to take a bite."

He means it, too – because a large, clawed hand tightens around the underside of your thigh and presses it to your chest as the other hastily rustles his cock free. There's no patience in his actions, as soon as the tip of his dick throbs at your entrance, Zoro is shoving it past your folds and deep into your soaked pussy. 

Your mouth falls open and your toes curl, a sharp moan of arousal leaving your lips as he sheathes himself within you so hungrily. Zoro releases your thigh places his hands firmly on the wall either side of your head as his hips piston into you at a rhythm of his own, trapping you between them.

Zoro's hips snap forward, driving his thick cock deeper into your tight heat. “Gonna fuck a runt or two into ya’, since thats what ya seem to want." he growls, his voice strained with pleasure. "Otherwise you wouldn’t be walkin’ around with your ass out.”

It feels like you're getting the wind knocked out of you, each stroke along your walls pulling enough of a hedonistic tune from your lungs to leave you breathless.

"F-fuck...," you gasp out and reach to grab hold onto his wrists, desperate for anything to keep you grounded.

"Shit, you're so tight," he groans, his head thrown back in ecstasy. "Gonna fill you up so good, make you feel so fucking full." Zoro's tail wraps around your thigh, the soft fur tickling your skin as he continues to pound into you mercilessly. His claws dig into your thighs, leaving deep, crescent-shaped marks in their wake.

He leans forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as his hips continue their relentless assault. His tongue invades your mouth, claiming you thoroughly as he fucks you senseless. His hips never stop moving, driving into you with a force that rattles the sink beneath you with each powerful thrust, the sound of your bodies slamming together drowning out the distant noise of the bar beyond.

You fidget a hand between the sweat of your bodies to find your clit, desperate but unable to keep up with Zoro's stamina. You gasp when he suddenly smacks your hand away with a feral growl down your throat before leaving your lips to nibble down your neck.

Zoro's teeth graze your skin, his sharp canines leaving a trail of stinging bites in their wake. "No touching," he barks, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "I'll take care of you."

He reaches between your bodies, his calloused fingers finding your swollen clit. He rubs the sensitive nub in tight, fast circles, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. "Gonna make you cum on my cock," he pants, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm. "Gonna feel so good when you squeeze around me."

Zoro works your clit with expert precision, the rough pads of his fingers sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your core. He can feel your walls fluttering around his throbbing cock, your body tensing as you climb higher and higher towards your peak.

“Fuck – I know it feels good, doesn’t it princess?" he growls, his hot breath fanning over your neck. "Made for my fucking cock, aren't you? Want me to give you a brat to prove it, right?"

"Yes!" You cry out, rolling your head back into his palm, "Show everyone I'm yours, Zoro, please!"

You feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as the pressure mounts. Zoro's fingers on your clit are relentless, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, Zoro, I'm–", your nails dig into his shoulders as your climax crashes over you. Your pussy clenches around his cock, your walls ripple and squeeze him into blind ecstasy, and the sound of you chanting – screaming his name takes him down with you.

He groans as your walls clamp down around him, your orgasm milking his cock. He bites down hard on your neck, his teeth sinking into your flesh. Zoro's hips stutter as the taste of your blood fills his mouth, the coppery tang mixing with the musky scent of your arousal. It's intoxicating, driving him to fuck into you with renewed vigor.

He pounds into you with wild ferocity, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside your fluttering walls. With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and stills, his cock twitching as he floods your womb.

Zoro's body shudders as he empties himself inside you, his cock pulsing with each spurt of cum. He releases your shoulder from his teeth, licking the excess blood from his lips before he collapses against you.

His chest heaves as he catches his breath, his softening cock still buried inside your cum-filled pussy. He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling the scent of your arousal mixed with his own.

As Zoro's breathing calms, he slowly pulls out of your still quivering pussy. Zoro leans back slightly, admiring his handiwork for a moment as he watches his seed drip from your well-used hole and with a wicked grin, he scoops up the excess cum from your thighs and pushes it back inside, making sure every last drop is accounted for.

Can't waste that.

"There, that's better," he says with a satisfied smirk. "Now you're nice and full, just like I promised."

He helps you off the sink, steadying you on your wobbly legs. His hands roam over your curves, caressing your skin as he takes in the sight of you - disheveled, full, but stunning. You're a sight to behold - rosy cheeks, swollen lips, and a satisfied glow that radiates from within. With a final, possessive squeeze to your ass, Zoro steps back. 

"Should get you cleaned up, huh?"

Zoro reaches for some paper towels, wetting them under the sink before turning back to you. With a gentle touch that belies his earlier ferocity, he carefully cleans the wound on your shoulder, wiping away the remaining droplets of crimson that lay dry on down your chest.

Once you're cleaned up, Zoro helps you with your dress and lends you his robe, tying it tightly around you, his hands lingering perhaps a bit longer than necessary. He leans in, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss before pulling slightly with another satisfied grin.

"Let's get out of here before someone comes looking for us," Zoro says, his voice low and husky. He takes your hand, intertwining your fingers with his as he leads you out of the bathroom.

As you step out into the dimly lit hallway, Zoro pulls you close, his arm wrapping around your waist possessively. He guides you in search of an exit through the still very much crowded bar, his grip on your waist firm and possessive. He keeps you close, as if afraid someone might try to steal you away.

Finally, you emerge into the cool night air, the bustle of the bar's patrons a distant memory. Zoro takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with the crisp air. He turns to you, his eye gleaming in the moonlight.

"Come on, let's get you back to the ship. Gotta put a real bandage on that bite." He leans down and scoops you into his arms. One of your hands comes to scratch behind his ears again lovingly, and he can’t resist leaning into more of your touch.

"Sorry about that, by the way." He adds as he follows your pointed finger in the direction of the docks. His voice, rough with exhaustion and satisfaction, comes with a soft purr in his chest that threatens to lull you to sleep there and then.

"Like you said," You reply, sleepily looking up at him with a smile and a small kiss to his shoulder. "It's what I wanted, right?"

[kaizokuniichan]

IM IN HEAT

[kaizokuniichan]

I just need to rant about this here bc Reddit is shit like every other unpopular opinion post is about how ppl don’t understand the Taz hype, “I don’t like Taz”, “Taz is a red flag” like bro we get it. Can’t even make a post about Taz before finding another post about someone being annoyed about Taz being popular. Like I’m sorry if I had to suffer through 100 posts a day about Antoine’s crimson chin ass head all season 2 y’all will be fucking ok. We Get It.

[saintshigaraki]

if getou bad why so smoking fucking hot & sexy think about that

[cemetaryveils]

Sanji had a bruise right after this, thats how hard they kissed

[cemetaryveils]

Hits you with more sanuso that I had in my pocket…

[cemetaryveils]

Man idek what to say that describes my love for sanuso

THEY ARE QUITE LITERALLY MY COMFORT SHIP

Im literally speedrunning posting my sanuso art