— Slight NSFW: Zoro x Reader
scars were shame on a swordsman’s back unless they were from your nails as he brought you to the brink over and over again with only his name on your lips.
scars were shame on a swordsman’s back unless they were from your teeth as you sank them into his shoulder while he thrusted into you, his hands gripping your thighs as he leaned his chest against yours, capturing your lips in a messy kiss.
scars were shame on a swordsman’s back unless they were from you and were reminders of the night before that he felt against his skin every time he loved and he was reminded of them every time he saw you on deck the next morning.
scars were a reminder of what had transpired between the two of you in secret and for Roronoa Zoro, there was no shame in that.