Y/N: I made tea
Zoro: I am not in the mood for tea
Y/N: I did not make tea for you
Y/N: This is my tea
Zoro: Then why are you telling me?
Y/N: It is a conversation starter
Zoro: That’s a terrible conversation starter
Y/N: Oh, is it?
Y/N: We are conversing are we not, so checkmate?!
Hi!!! First off I wanna say how AMAZING ur writing is like truly WOW. I loveee how you write jealous Zoro, but I neeeedd some jealous, possessive reader. Reader don’t play about Zoro just as much as he don’t play about her. You can also totally add some spice if you want *wink wink*
⛥ﾟ・。 stall
synopsis: after you catch a girl trying to spike zoro's drink, all hell breaks loose... hell being you.
cw: fluffy fluff, comfort, a whole lot of profanity, reader's crashout is incredibly valid, reader is a BADDIE, nami is a down ass bitch, girl talk, zoro looooves his girl.
a/n: i'd be this crazy too if I had zoro as a bf
"Look at her! All giggly and shit... he's never said anything that funny his whole life," you huffed, brows furrowed and lip jutted in a pout as you watched from the window of the bathroom door.
"She is kinda hammin' it up," Nami agreed, peaking along with you. "But that doesn't explain why you dragged me out here."
"'Cause I needed someone to spy with. And I didn't wanna look crazy doing it at a table."
"Hon', you look crazy now!"
"Hey!"
With a harsh sigh, you came off your tippy-toes, your heels making a soft clack against the bathroom tile as you turned to your red-headed friend.
"I do not!"
"(y/n), you are in your best dressed while stalking your boyfriend from the grimy bathroom of a dive bar," she deadpanned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I love you... but this is insane."
Slowly, you deflated, shoulders slightly sinking at the facts presented for you.
It did look kind of crazy.
'A warranted kind of crazy...'
The girl out there with the annoyingly silky hair and infuriatingly beautiful dress had been practically throwing herself at Zoro since the moment she saw him.
And it had only been a week since you and the crew arrived at Asaashi.
The Sunny was in need of repairs, so the crew docked at a nearby port island in order to give Franky enough space and time to fix her up.
And guess who happened to be the harbormaster?
Every day, without fail, she had managed to tail your swordsman, following him and showering him with praise whenever she could.
You hadn't had not two seconds alone with him before she came barging in with some excuse like a pirate crew she needed help collecting from or boats she needed help destroying.
You knew Zoro had never—and would never—entertain her advances, but being his girlfriend, you couldn't help but feel some type of way.
"She knows exactly who I am, and she knows exactly what she's doing," you stated, firmly, pointing at the window. "I can't just sit around and do nothing, Nami."
"Well, hanging out in the bathroom surely isn't helping."
With a sigh, she stepped closer, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder.
"You've got more history with that idiot than that girl could ever know. And if you actually think she has a shot with him, then maybe you aren't as smart as I thought you were..."
"Hey!"
Amused, Nami let out a small snicker, before focusing on the task at hand.
"You're his girlfriend. And you've got every right to walk out there and plop yourself down on his lap. Kiss him! Shove your tongue down his throat! Lay your claim, girl! Men do it all the time."
Surprised, your nose scrunched.
"Really?"
"You think Zoro starts getting hot and heavy with you whenever Sanji's around just for fun?"
She paused a moment, thinking about her statement.
"Well... yes, for fun, but it's also a power-play."
Shaking her head, she returned to her point.
"So be bold! Take charge! Show that bitch who's boss!"
"Yeah!"
"Yeah!"
With new determination, you turned on your heel, throwing the bathroom door wide open and storming out.
Only to immediately rush back in.
"She's coming! Hide!"
"(y/n)!"
Quickly, you snatched up Nami's wrist, dragging her into a stall and shutting the door just in time for the woman and her friend to walk in.
"Oh, my god, Siva, the guy you're talking to is so hot," the friend commended, audibly plopping her bag down on one of the sinks. "Where did you find him?"
"At work," she smirked, going straight for the mirrors to check her makeup. "His crew's been docked here for about a week. We've been getting to know each other better."
"I'm surprised a man like him isn't snatched up already," the friend remarked, slowly gliding the bright red lipstick across her lips.
"Oh, he is," Siva grinned, her lips curling in an almost witch-like expression. "But she's practically out the picture already."
At that, anger began to bubble in your stomach, your brows furrowing at the statement.
'Oh, she fuckin' didn't.'
Just as you were about to open the door, Nami looped her arms under your armpits, frantically holding you back.
"Clearly not enough. He hasn't touched you all night," the friend reminded, beginning to touch up her eye shadow.
"All week," Siva corrected, annoyed, as she grabbed something out her dress pocket. "But this little baby's gonna change all that."
You and the navigator paused your struggle for a moment, brows quirking as you both peeked in the crack of the stall to see what she was holding.
It was a small bottle.
"Few drops of this in his sake and he'll be up for anything."
"Few drops? He'll need ten bottles just to get a buzz," the friend scrunched her nose.
"Nuh-uh. Whole bottle's enough to kill a dragon."
You were clenching your fists so hard, your knuckles were turning white.
"What about the girlfriend?" the friend asked, amused.
"What about her? She'll be old like last week's shoe sale. Tossed out and left with the trash."
"Girl, you are bad..."
"It's good to be."
"Y'know what's gonna be really good?!"
Without hesitation, you kicked open the stall door, the resounding boom scaring the shit out of them
"When I kick your fucking ass!"
Seamlessly, you kicked off your heels before launching forward, grabbing Siva by her silky hair and letting off a rapid-fire round of punches, her poor balance easily taking you both to the ground.
"My extensions!" Siva shrieked as you tossed a clump of fake hair, attempting to lift her arms in order to shield her face.
"Siva!" the friend gasped, quickly moving to assist. "Don't worry! I'll get her!"
"Get who?" Nami scoffed, hopping on one foot as she attempted to take off her heels and take out her earrings. "You're not jumping my girl, bitch!"
Stalling for time, Nami stepped on the girl's toes with the point of her heel before finally managing to get it off, promptly snatching her up before she could grab you.
"Get the fuck off me, you fucking cunt!" Siva spat as you continued to throttle her head.
"Shut the fuck up!" you barked, tossing her into a tiled wall.
"Oh, that is fucking it!" she growled, brows furrowed and newly invigorated.
"C'mon, bitch! I'm right here!"
With a roar of anger, she charged you, slamming you both against another wall before you flipped her over and tackled her out the bathroom, taking the door completely off its hinges.
"Keep fuckin' trying me, hoe! I'm not scared of you!" you spat, the two of you right back where you started as you grabbed her hair once again, slamming her head against the hard wood of the door—Nami still being in a fist fight with the friend in the bathroom.
"Ohhhh, shit! Cat fight!" a random patron exclaimed, calling the attention of the entire bar.
Everyone cheered, letting out shouts of oohs and aahs as you whooped the woman's ass, the sight honestly a marvel as you did so effortlessly, without devil fruit powers nor freakish strength to back you up.
Just will and a whole lot of grit.
Though, it wasn't long before a certain pair of strong arms grabbed you, pulling you away from the woman as you frantically thrashed around like an angry cat.
None other than your boyfriend.
"No, Zoro! M'not done beatin' her ass!" you whined, attempting to wiggle out of his tight grip.
"Yes, you are," he shut down, instantly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "We're leaving."
"Nami-swan, please! A goddess like yourself shouldn't dirty your hands with things like this!" Sanji pleaded, attempting to pry your red-headed friend off the other girl.
"Fuck that! This bitch tried to pull my hair out!"
"Yeah! Run away, bitch!" Siva taunted, sitting up from the ground with a painful wince.
"Run away?!" you scoffed, eyes wide. "Oh, hell nah! Zoro, let me go!"
"No," he denied, tossing you over his shoulder before starting toward the door. "Let's go, cook! Hurry the hell up!"
"Give me a damn second! She's got a death hold on her!" Sanji grunted, finally managing to loosen Nami's grip on the friend's neck before pulling her off.
"My fucking teeth!" Siva screeched, cupping at least five in her palm with horror.
"Thank my man, bitch! He's the only reason you're still breathing!" you barked, grabbing a nearby man's drink and tossing it at her. "Have fun suckin' sailor dick, toothless!"
"Fuck you!"
"Eat my ass!" you pulled down your eyelid, sticking out your tongue as you waved around a humongous chunk of hair. "Bald-headed bitch!"
The following shriek was high enough to shatter glass, but it sounded like music to your ears as you laughed, tossing her extensions on the ground as Zoro finally exited the bar.
With a sigh, he started in the direction of the Sunny—per Sanji's instructions—glancing back at you with a raised brow.
"You wanna tell me what all that was back there?" he asked.
Slowly coming down from your high, your shoulders slightly sank, arms crossing over your chest.
"She won't be coming around you anymore," you huffed, firm and final.
At that, Zoro finally realized what this was all about, forcing a small smirk to curl on his lips.
Letting out a chuckle, he pressed a soft kiss against your thigh, his large palm giving your ass a quick squeeze.
A/N: my first stand-alone fic for Zoro, thank you @petalpetal for the request "zoro seeing how how reader is actually strong (in something other physical strength, aka maybe reader is really cunning or is emotionally strong or something else) and zoro who might of had a little crush but kept denying it" hope you like it.
Plot: Zoro realizes that strength doesn't always have to be about muscles and he finds that very attractive.
Warnings: sfw, none really, use of Y/N, not proofread
Characters: Zoro x GnReader, cameos by Usopp, Sanji and Luffy
The port town smelled like salt and lies.
Zoro had never been good at politics, he preferred things you could cut. Preferably in half. So when Nami insisted they go talk to the local merchant guild about some shady deals involving stolen cargo and double-crossing smugglers, Zoro tuned out halfway through.
He let you handle it. You, the newest member of the crew. No devil fruit. No sword. No fists of fury. You had barely been with them a month, and as far as Zoro could tell, your best weapon was a calm voice and a clever mind.
Not that he cared. Not that he watched how you folded your hands when you were thinking, how your nose scrunched so adorably or how you always remembered what kind of tea everyone liked, or how your laugh made his chest tighten weirdly.
Nope. Not at all.
“You’re not seriously letting Y/N do the talking?” Zoro muttered to Nami as the meeting began in the town hall. “What if they mess it up?”
Nami didn’t even look at him. “Y/N won’t.”
Zoro crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall, scowling at the dusty ceiling beams. He didn’t like this.....this sitting still, watching people play games with words and smiles that didn’t reach their eyes. He wanted to swing a sword, not wait for someone to stab them in the back with a contract.
And yet…
You stood at the center of it all, poised and still, voice soft but unwavering. You didn’t threaten. You didn’t flinch. You let the merchants talk themselves into circles, gently steering the conversation back, revealing contradictions with an innocent smile that clearly made them sweat.
You didn’t raise your voice once. You didn’t even look angry. But by the end of the meeting, the smugglers had exposed themselves, and the guild was practically begging to compensate the Straw Hats.
Zoro blinked. It was like watching someone beat a swordsman without ever unsheathing a blade.
And for some reason, his heart was thumping like he had just run laps around the Sunny.
Later, when you all walked back toward the ship, Zoro hung near the back. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes kept drifting to you. You were talking to Usopp, laughing about something stupid. You didn’t even look tired.
But Zoro saw it, how your shoulders sagged slightly when no one was looking. How you took a deep breath when you thought you were alone.
You had been nervous. You were just good at controlling yourself, your emotions and not let them pull you down when things got a little more serious or even uncomfortable.
That hit him harder than he expected.
He caught up without thinking. “Hey.”
You blinked at him, surprised that he approached you. “Hey. What’s up?”
Zoro scratched the back of his neck. Why was this suddenly so hard? “That thing you did back there. With the merchants. That was... cool.”
You tilted your head, confused. “Cool?”
“I mean... strong. You were strong.” He looked away. “Not like… fighting. But you know.”
You stared at him for a moment, then gave a small smile. “Thanks. That means a lot coming from you.”
His chest did that tightening thing again.
You paused, then added softly, “I know I’m not much in a fight. I can’t lift a sword, and if it came down to it, I’d probably get knocked out in the first punch. But I figure strength doesn’t always have to look the same.”
Zoro studied you for a moment. There was something in your eyes, clear, steady, unshakable. You weren’t afraid of being underestimated. You weren’t trying to prove anything. You just were.
And suddenly, all the denial he had been shoving down, every glance, every flutter, every excuse, cracked apart like a poorly-made blade.
“Oh shit,” he muttered under his breath.
“What?” you asked blinking at him confused.
Zoro stiffened. “Nothing. I said nothing.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Did you just curse at me?”
“No.”
“…Zoro.”
“Drop it,” he grunted and sped up, walking past you toward the Sunny.
But you were smiling, amused and curious and far too good at reading people. And as Zoro walked ahead, heart pounding and ears turning red, he realized one more thing.
You didn’t need to be strong like him.
You were strong like you and that was the kind of strength he might have been searching for all along.
The next day, Zoro was… off.
You didn’t notice it right away, he wasn’t the most expressive guy to begin with, but sometime between breakfast and mid-morning deck chores, you started to feel it.
He was always there. Not in an obvious way, but in the corners. Leaning against the railing while you helped Nami with her maps. Training on the upper deck while you spoke with Robin. Following Sanji around the kitchen with grunts and insults at the cook that conveniently aligned with your snack runs.
And then there were the glances.
You weren’t imagining them. Every time you looked up, there he was, eye flicking away like he hadn’t been watching you for the last ten minutes. Like he didn’t realize he was doing it either.
It was… weird but not bad.
Just Zoro. And Zoro didn’t usually act weird. That man was about as emotionally transparent as a locked safe at the bottom of the ocean.
So by the time you were kneeling beside Usopp that afternoon, handing him tiny screws and helping him assemble what looked like a mechanical seagull with a cannon in its chest, your curiosity was boiling over.
You heard the footsteps behind you before you saw him.
Heavy. Purposeful. Hesitant.
Zoro.
You glanced up. He stood a few feet away, arms crossed, gaze bouncing between the seagull and you like he wasn’t sure which one was more threatening.
“You got lost on the ship again?” Usopp squinted at him with a small chuckle.
"You got a second?” he said but not to Usopp but to you. Not gruff. Not barked. Just... slightly off from his usual no-nonsense tone.
You blinked caught a little off guard. “Uh. Yeah. Sure.”
Usopp raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Well, well. Zoro, asking for attention? I didn’t know you were capable.”
“Usopp.” Zoro said firmly his jaw ticking
“Okay, okay, I’ll be quiet.” Usopp waggled his eyebrows at you when Zoro looked away, mouthing a “what did you do to him?”
You shrugged because you had no clue what you did and stood, brushing your hands on your pants. “What’s up?”
Zoro looked like he was regretting all his life choices. “Just wanted to... check something.”
“…Check what?”
He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes flicking away. “That thing you were doing yesterday. With the talking. And the scheming.”
“The scheming?” You asked tiliting your head.
“Whatever. The brain stuff.” He looked frustrated, but not at you more at himself. “I’ve been thinking about it. And I guess I wanted to say you’re… good at it.”
You blinked. “Did you come here just to compliment me?”
His ears pinked in the cutest way. “No. I mean—yes. I mean, shut up.”
You laughed, and that made it worse. He shifted his weight like his boots suddenly got too tight.
“I just…” he tried again, tone quieter this time, “wanted you to know I noticed. And that it matters. Even if it’s not swinging a sword.”
You stared at him, a little stunned. This wasn’t teasing. This wasn’t accidental proximity.
This was intentional.
Your heart did a quiet flip.
“…Thanks, Zoro,” you said softly. “That means a lot.”
He nodded once, sharp and awkward. “Yeah. Okay.”
Then he just… stood there. Like he hadn’t figured out what to do next.
Usopp cleared his throat loudly behind you. “This is adorable, but if you’re going to confess, can you move a few steps to the left so I can reach my wrench?”
Zoro shot him a glare. “I’m not confessing anything.”
“Sure, sure,” Usopp said smirking.
You tried not to laugh as Zoro exhaled sharply, muttered something under his breath, and turned to walk away.
But not before brushing a little too close to your shoulder as he passed.
Not an accident.
And you were definitely starting to notice.
It had been two days now and Zoro was still acting strange, not in a “Oh my god he's going to die or like serial killer strange” just strange, strange. Paying attention strange if that made any sense.
By now, the crew was fully aware. Luffy asked if Zoro had a fever. Chopper tried to take his temperature to which Zoro threatened to jump off the ship. Robin smiled knowingly. Franky called it “SUPER tension.” And Sanji…
Sanji was insufferable about it.
“I don’t know what’s more pitiful,” the cook said, leaning against the railing while you sipped tea, “the fact that mosshead has a crush, or the fact that he’s trying to pretend he doesn’t.”
You nearly choked. “He does not—”
“Oh, please.” Sanji waved you off. “He’s been orbiting you like the sun, sweetheart. And Zoro doesn’t orbit anything unless it’s a bottle of sake or his nap spot.”
You glanced toward the upper deck, where Zoro was — surprise — leaning against the railing and definitely not watching you.
Except of course he was.
You caught him mid-glance. He looked away a beat too late.
“Still want to argue?” Sanji asked raising an eyebrow.
You flushed and took another sip of tea. “Even if he does… he wouldn’t do anything about it.”
Sanji gave a small, almost pitying smile. “That’s because he’s an idiot.”
Later that evening, the sky was dipped in orange, the sea calm. You were sitting alone on the deck, legs stretched out, watching the sun slip below the horizon. The day had been peaceful, training, chores, some very clumsy small talk from Zoro.
And then you heard him before you saw him.
His footsteps were slower this time, more hesitant. You didn’t look up until he stood beside you, hands tucked into his waistband.
“Mind if I sit?” he asked, voice low.
You blinked up at him. “Sure.”
He lowered himself beside you, stretching his legs out in the same direction as yours. For a moment, the only sounds were waves, gulls, and the gentle hum of the Sunny moving forward.
“I don’t usually talk much,” he started, and that alone was enough to make you turn to face him. He wasn’t looking at you, just straight ahead, jaw tight like the words were pushing through resistance. “But I’ve been thinking.”
You didn’t interrupt just let him talk.
“About how I see strength,” he continued. “I’ve always thought of it as something you earn. With blood. Sweat. Scars. You push until you break. Then push more.”
You nodded slowly. That sounded so much like Zoro.
“But watching you… I realized there’s another kind. One I can’t do.”
You turned fully now. He wasn’t blushing this time, he looked serious. Like every word was a sword he had to draw carefully.
“You walk into a room full of people who don’t respect you,” he said, “and you still walk out winning. You don’t flinch. You stay calm. You’re not loud. But you lead.”
Your chest warmed, words caught behind your lips.
“And I guess…” he exhaled. “That kind of strength.....it surprised me. Made me look at you differently.”
There was a long pause.
“Good different,” he added quickly, like the silence scared him. “Not… weird.”
“Zoro.” you said smiling at him.
He finally turned to meet your gaze.
You reached out and brushed your fingers lightly over his hand just enough to be felt, not enough to scare him away. “You don’t have to say everything at once.”
He didn’t pull away.
“Good,” he said softly, lips curving up. “Because I think I’ve got more.”
You smiled wider. “Then I’ll be here to listen.”
And for once, Zoro didn’t run. Didn’t look away. He just stayed there, shoulder brushing yours, sunset on his skin, heart cracked open.
And you, finally seeing the rare, quiet warmth behind the swordsman’s scowl, felt something settle into place.
Maybe strength came in all forms and maybe love did, too.
The next evening was quieter than most.
Dinner had ended, the sun was long gone, and the crew had scattered across the Sunny. Some were cleaning up, some lazing around, and some—Zoro—was surprisingly not asleep on the upper deck.
You found him on the training lawn under the stars, leaning back on his elbows, staring up like he was waiting for something. Or someone.
“Can I join you?” you asked.
He didn’t even flinch. “Yeah.”
You sat beside him in the grass. The night air was warm, the stars sharp and clear. For a while, you didn’t speak. You didn’t need to.
“You’ve been quieter than usual,” you said softly.
Zoro snorted. “Have not.”
You turned your head. “You always have something to mutter when Sanji talks.”
“…Fair.”
You let the silence stretch again. But this time, it was charged. That tension had returned, the kind that hovered between two people standing on the edge of something they haven’t named yet.
Zoro shifted, one arm propping himself up as he leaned closer, eye flicking down to your lips before he caught himself.
He swallowed hard and you could see it. “I’ve been thinking about something.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Again? That’s two days in a row. Should I be worried?”
He huffed a soft laugh. “Yeah, maybe.”
Your gaze met and for once neither of you turned away.
He inched just a little closer but close enough that you felt his breath. The air felt heavier and warmer now.
His voice dropped. “I want to try something.”
Your heart thudded, your eyes though couldn't fewr themselves away from his face. “O-okay.”
His hand reached up, slow and uncertain, fingers brushing your cheek. His nose nearly bumped yours. Eyes locked.
And just as he began to lean in—
“HEY ZORO!! HEY [Y/N]!! ARE YOU KISSING?! CAN I WATCH?!”
You jumped nearly a foot.
Zoro reeled back like someone yanked his sword from its sheath. “LUFFY?!” he yelled.
The captain grinned from the mast, sitting cross-legged with a banana in one hand and stars in his eyes. “You guys were looking at each other for a long time! It was like—‘ooooh romance!’”
Zoro stood up so fast it was a blur. “We were NOT—” He cut himself off and turned away, ears turning bright red. “Go to sleep, captain.”
Luffy tilted his head. “But I’m not tired. Are you mad?”
“No,” Zoro muttered, fists clenched, “just severely questioning the universe.”
You stifled a laugh as Luffy wandered off, mumbling something about love being “super weird but fun-looking.”
When the deck quieted again, Zoro glanced back down at you. Still blushing. Still annoyed. But trying to hide a grin.
“Next time,” he muttered, “I’m tying him to the figurehead.”
You laughed, standing up to brush grass off your pants. “I’d still be here.”
“Yeah,” he said, quiet and rough as he looked at you again. “You would.”
There wasn’t another kiss attempt that night. But his fingers brushed yours as you walked back toward the your quarters to get some sleep.
The next day though it happened in the crow’s nest.
You hadn’t planned it. Neither had he.
The day had been long, Luffy had convinced everyone to help wrangle some weird looking fish because he was hungry and they looked good, and while it ended with laughter and half the crew soaked head to toe, and cue the fish did not taste good, it also left most bone-tired.
The sun had set, the ship was gently rocking through calm waters. Most of the crew had passed out early, lulled to sleep by exhaustion and dinner.
You had gone up to the crow’s nest for some quiet, the stars clearer from that high vantage point, a place where no one would accidentally interrupt you mid-thought about a green-haired grumpy swordsman.
But you didn't expect that you weren’t alone.
Zoro was already there, sitting on the floor with his swords beside him, back leaned against the wall, eye half-closed like he had been thinking too hard to sleep.
He looked up as you stepped in and didn’t look away this time.
“Want me to go?” you asked as you stopped in your tracks.
“No.” He nodded toward the small cushion across from him. “Stay.”
You sat, watching him in the low, lantern-lit glow. The silence between you felt different now. Not heavy. Not awkward. Just close.
Finally, he spoke. “I meant to kiss you.”
You smiled softly. “I know.”
He groaned under his breath. “But of course Luffy had to ruin it.”
You leaned your head against the wall, mirroring him. “He’s lucky he’s cute.”
Zoro nodded once. “And lucky I like you more.”
The air caught at his words and your heart skipped.
Your voice came out quieter. “Say that again?”
He turned his head slowly, gaze meeting yours, completely sure this time. “I like you.”
No stammer. No blush. Just Zoro, calm, certain, and honest in that quietly intense way only he could pull off.
You leaned in before he could second guess it.
And this time, nothing stopped you two.
His hand cupped your jaw, rough and warm. His lips found yours, firm, unhurried, like he’d been waiting to get it right. And you melted into it, every inch of closeness built over late-night talks, teasing glances, near-misses, and shared silences finally coming to a single, quiet conclusion.
You didn’t pull away for a long time.
When you finally did, he rested his forehead against yours, voice low and hoarse.
“Been wanting to do that since you outsmarted that bounty hunter two islands ago.”
You laughed softly. “Took you long enough.”
“Worth the wait.” He smirked.
And in the warm hush of the crow’s nest, high above the sleeping ship and under the soft blanket of stars, you kissed again, this time slower, deeper, and with no one to stop you.
Taglist: @jintaka-hane @fleetadmiralsoffice @hakiofdreams @welcome-to-the-grandline @sailing-to-laugh-tale @legends-of-the-grandline (my loves if you want me to stop tagging you or only do it for specific fics please tell me)
friends with benefits! zoro who swore this would be a one night thing. he told you it was just a drunken hook up, nothing more. little did he know, it became an arrangement, a means of exploring yourselves on a deeper level.
fwb! zoro who told you it was just practice, every time you kissed. you believed him, despite the way your bodies ended up tangled together. each makeout session - or 'practice', because that's all it was, right? - grew longer and more heated. his tongue dragging against yours, his lips sloppy and rushed. it felt good though, mainly because it was him.
fwb! zoro who made a habit of showing you how a lady should be ate out. his tongue delving in and out of your folds, his nose bumping your clit. he sucked away at your sensitive nub, letting his fingers curl in you as he practically made out with your pussy. he swore you'd make sure a man never ate you out the wrong way, teaching you how good you should feel.
fwb! zoro who lets you watch him train, taking in the way his muscles contract. he told you it was just so you could spot him, but you knew it was more. his eye always lingered on your body, your hands often stay too long when correcting his form. you knew he didn't need his form corrected, he just acted like he did when you were around.
fwb! zoro who swore he would never cum in you. at least, that's what the original plan was. he had made a habit of pulling out, cumming onto your thighs or stomach - arguably his two favorite spots on you. he was nasty, often licking up his own release, kissing your skin tenderly. eventually, he got to lazy, claiming your "pussy felt too good" and that "she's begging for my cum". you didn't mind the feeling, letting his release in you. it felt good, having zoro lay on top of you, not pulling out just yet.
fwb! zoro who never left a hickey on you. he didn't want the crew to know - after all, this was just experimenting, right? seeing what each of you liked, getting better acquainted with your sexual preferences. it was hard to find hookups when you were always at sea, even harder to find someone to settle down with. you and zoro's arrangement made that dilemma a bit easier to deail with.
fwb! zoro who kept a pair of your panties in his room. 'the laundry got mixed up, i guess' is all he said. you knew it was his way of making a tiny claim on you, a hidden way of leaving his mark. he was filthy, enjoying the way they smelt of you, the feel of them gliding on his shaft. he knew it was wrong, yet he didn't care.
fwb! zoro who told you he loved you one night, his brain mushy from the sake and the feel of you wrapped around him. he had your legs around his waist, his tip pressing so deeply and sweetly in you, you swore you were seeing stars. you brushed his comment off as drunken nonsense, but he meant it. deep down, he wanted you, just you.
fwb! zoro who was growing restless of this silent stake, restless of sanji and brook's comments on you. tired of the way people looked at you whenever the crew made a stop. he was sick of how men flirted with you at the bars, not wanting to give away the nature of your relationship, or the depth of his feelings towards you.
fwb! zoro who swore he remembered every curve of your body, the feel of your lips on him, the way you tighten around his cock when he pants out your name.
fwb! zoro who wanted nothing but you, yet stayed silent. he didn't dare let you know how attached he was to you. zoro intended to take these feelings to the grave, even if it killed him in the process.
꒰ synopsis : the ghost of your first kiss rests on your lips, but you’re not the only one feeling haunted by it. part of whispers of the wind ꒱
꒰ content : MDNI. zoro roronoa x reader ; heavy make out session, suggestive, zoro coming to terms with his feelings — WC : 3.1k ꒱
Zoro is no stranger to compliments.
To be a swordsman of his caliber carries a certain notoriety, shrouded in the shadows of legend and fear. As he grows stronger, so do the whispers.
Tales drenched in blood leave crimson stains of strength that seep into his reputation, timid murmurs of praise for his formidable physique flow faster than the sake poured into his cup, and the raw, unimaginable power that radiates from a single swing can be heard from miles away.
He brushes them off. Not because he is modest, but it’s because it doesn’t matter. At least, not yet. Until he is the strongest swordsman, those compliments are a gnawing reminder of how far he still has to go.
What Zoro isn’t used to, however, are the dangerously intoxicating compliments that slip off your honey-coated tongue. The words lace his well-guarded heart with a syrupy sweetness that ensnares him in a sticky web that no sword, not even a supreme grade, could slash through.
All the sharp bravado his reputation carries flushes away with his traitorous cheeks, blooming into soft shades of reds and pinks that could only burn from the innocent sting of your affection.
It left him defenseless, his blades futile in an attack like that. No amount of training could block the way you get under his skin in such a delightful way. Feeling more lost than ever, all he can do is bark at you despite lacking the bite to follow through.
“Hey there, Zo.” You call out to him airily, not a care in the world as you plop down in the lounge chair near him. With a quick glance, the curve of your smile lifts up and he knows he’s doomed. “Looking good.”
Steeling himself, Zoro doesn’t respond to your tease beyond a grunt of acknowledgment, continuing his sets as his mind reels back down to reality. He was acting no better than the shitty cook.
The salty breeze carries a hint of your perfume, the aroma brushing past his nose, which he quickly scrunches in hopes it would drive off your scent.
It didn’t.
From where you were sitting, Zoro saw you flip through the captain's log, no doubt writing another entry about the latest adventures the crew were on. He briefly wondered if you’d include what happened at the Fishman Island party, how his lips met yours and —
No.
No.
With a resigned huff, Zoro continues his reps. Each number ticks steadily off through his mind as pumps his arms. but the wind tickles his nose again and wipes out the count the moment your scent floods his senses.
It's comical, really. Or it would be, if these momentary lapses of focus didn't piss him off so much.
“What are you steaming about over there?” You ask, casting him a coy glance over your shoulder. The simple, slow flutter of your lashes snags at something in his chest — a wicked jolt in his heart that he pretends not to notice.
He lets out another huff, buying himself a brief moment before setting the weights down with a thud and stomping closer.
“That perfume of yours is getting on my damned nerves.” Zoro grits the words out, jaw tight as heat creeps up the back of his neck. His sharp gaze catches the subtle shift of your legs uncrossing, only making matters worse. He quickly looks away. “You think anyone out here gives a crap how you smell?”
“I'm not wearing any.” You tilt your head, genuine confusion flickering across your features. Yet, there’s that twinkle in your eye, the one that always says you know exactly what you’re doing.
His own eye twitches at the sight. Damn it.
“Tch. Then stay the hell downwind.” He lumbers back to his weights, the edge of defeat clinging to each step. One last bark escapes him, but there’s no bite. There never is. “Better yet, redirect it.”
“I guess I could.” You smile, rising to relocate to the crow’s nest, leaving the log behind. “But don’t worry, I'll get out of your hair.”
Zoro lets out another grunt, setting his broad shoulders back with a deliberate effort and rolling his neck before forcing his attention back to his routine.
The salty sea air hangs heavy over him like a cloud, growing stagnant and stale in your absence. Each rep drags on, his sweat stubbornly sticking to his skin as he forces his straining muscles through the motions with practiced precision.
He should be focusing on the numbers, monitoring his breath, calming the rhythm of his heartbeat, anything within his realm of training. Instead, visions of you paint the back of his eyelids. His gaze snaps up towards the crows nest where you wait like a silent challenge. Tension coils in the air and presses at his throat like a blade, the cold bite of the damned pull he knows he shouldn’t feel.
“Tch.”
Another lift, another breath.
This time, he sets down the weight, catching his breath and steeling himself for what’s to come.
Because you truly baffle Zoro.
Not in the way Luffy does whenever he pulls a stunt that makes the entire crew groan or even when the shitty cook starts running his mouth again after thinking Zoro got lost (which he didn’t).
No, it’s entirely different.
Anytime you drew near, a swarm of unfamiliar emotions buzzed through his mind and infected the rest of his body. Ever since Thriller Bark – hell, maybe even before that, it taunted him. No matter how many enemies he cut down or how much he tried to sweat it out, it stubbornly clung to him.
Frustration drives each step up the crow’s nest, the heat of his ignorance boiling uselessly just beneath his skin until he reaches the top and finds you quietly tidying up the space.
The air lightens, calm and steady, as it soothes the rising chaos in his chest. Sunlight floods through the windows, casting a blinding glow around you as it cascades over your hair like sparkling stardust.
Either you didn’t notice him come in or you were too lost in your ways to acknowledge him just yet.
So he stands still, waits, and watches.
The way you effortlessly flit about cleaning the space, carefully sanitizing his work out equipment he so often uses – it tugs at something deep within, calling, begging it to life. Heartstrings long since woven into intricate knots threatening to unravel whenever you grow near.
It’s all so foreign to him, as if it should’ve never existed in the first place. But there’s a part of his starved curiosity that urges him to explore it, to see if your sweet hands can weave his heart back in the order it was meant to be. The thought barely forms before practiced discipline shoves it back down, as swift and unforgiving as his blade.
Everyone on the crew was comfortable with each other. or, comfortable enough at least. He wouldn’t say he and the love cook were best friends but at the very least, they tolerated each other every once in a while.
But you? You and him exist on a whole different level. Almost on par with how he and Luffy are. And sometimes, under the cover of sleepless nights, his heart dares to whisper that it might be even more.
Just like his captain, you were able to see right past his stoic mask and into the well guarded soul he hides beneath it. There's no telling what the giveaway was, he knows he doesn’t have many tells, yet you figured him out anyway.
It’s the ease that impresses him. It’s what makes it so impossible to ignore the feelings he never thought he’d feel. A foreign warmth spreads throughout his chest, one that feels unwelcome yet stubbornly refuses to leave.
A swordsman is meant to be disciplined, strong.
To live a life of simplicity ruled by the blade.
But he’s certain that any swordsman who had to go up against you would surrender to the matters of the heart without question.
It’s a battle he’d lose every time, he could never find himself strong enough to fight no matter how hard he may try. And the part that really truly pisses him off, is that he doesn’t even mind.
His tongue twists in every direction, almost desperate to strike up a conversation with you but now he just feels dumb for having stood there for so long without uttering a single word.
“Are you just gonna stand there and watch or..?” You finally turn around, answering the question he never asked out loud. Of course you knew he was there. The air shifted the moment he stepped into the small space, the kind of energy that always seems to spark to life whenever you two grew closer.
He'd be an idiot if he didn’t recognize that.
And an even bigger idiot to not give into it.
“Why’re you wasting your time on my stuff? Thought you had better things to do.” He grunts, low and rough as he finds his voice.
“Someone’s gotta clean up around here.” You grin, a cheeky little thing. “Besides, you’re not the only one who likes to hide away in the crow’s nest, you know.”
“Not the only one, huh?” He thinks back to when Brook tried to meditate with him up here, a chill of annoyance running down his spine at the memory. “Just don’t get too comfortable, I don’t like distractions when I’m up here.”
“Since when am I distracting?”
“Since when do you ask dumb questions?”
Remnants of the past filter through his brain before focusing on the kiss you shared during the celebrations at Fishman Island. The way your soft body pressed against his, sweet sighs leaving your mouth and into his that made his head spin more than the strongest sake ever could.
The two of you hadn’t talked about it since, left it in the alcohol imbued air as other pressing matters were at stake. But now, with a little downtime, the excuse is gone and all that remains is the truth.
“I'm not good at romance crap.” Zoro crosses his arms, the faintest blush dusting his cheeks. He’s always blunt and direct, that much was engraved into the fibers of his very being. But with you, it’s like his guarded heart brawls with his mind anytime he tries to say what's really on it.
His confession catches you off guard, that much he can tell. The words shoot out of his mouth before he could find a better way to string them together. He’s just not good at this stuff, expressing his feelings in a way that lays his soul bare, enticing enough for you to take it.
“Well, you’ve never had to be.” You tilt your head a little, eyeing him up. “Who knows, you might be good at it.”
Zoro lets out a snort, shoulders relaxing a little.
“I’m not going to be like the shitty cook, so don’t expect that.”
“Well, good. I don't want him, I want you.”
There you go again, a simple sentence that renders him useless and whisks away all the thoughts he had right out of his head. His heart perks up, pounding excitedly at your confession.
Normally, you were the one that overcomplicated things, thinking things to death until your mind spirals. But at this moment, you’re the sure one.
And he realizes how simple this truly is.
You want him. He wants you. Why the hell would anything else matter?
He’s poured everything he’s ever had into his training, pushing his limits to chase after his dream, the one he swore he’d live and die for. It didn’t leave room for much else. Nothing that would make him stray from the path he was forging.
Any distractions would be warded off by a cold glance, turning it down before anyone could get too close. He’s never reached out to touch another person the way he aches to feel you.
Not just your skin, but your presence, your warmth. The healing touch of your hands makes him believe that there could be more to this life in a way that doesn’t let him lose sight of the dream he seeks. Instead, it grounds him to it.
“I’ve never had an interest in that before, wasn’t a priority.” Zoro prowls closer, a lethal tiger with his sight set on their prey. The ghost of your kiss lingers on his lips just as much as it does on yours, ruminating enough over time to a point it’s become incredibly burdensome to not indulge himself in you again.
“And now?”
Zoro reaches out to grab your waist, rough callouses gripping the fabric of your thin clothes. His breath hits the side of your neck before he greedily inhales your scent.
“Now, it’s more distracting to keep fighting this.” His gravelly voice tickles your ear, his lips almost kissing the soft flesh.
“Yeah?” Your voice was breathless, barely having a foundation to stand on before it’s swept away by the winds of fate, swirling around in the air and curling around Zoro's pierced ear.
Zoro doesn’t bother using words anymore. His primal instincts take over, guiding him just like always. His lips drag down from your ear and brush along the sensitive skin of your neck, tightening his arm around you to pull you flush against his chest — trapping you in place.
He begins his onslaught of kisses down your neck, almost groaning at the taste of you. You’ve always smelled so good to him, an aroma entirely unique to you that he would recognize anywhere – even the faintest glimpse.
But god, do you taste just as good.
Zoro leaves a soft nip, savoring the way you gasp and squirm in his arms. His tongue peeks out to slowly soothe the affected area, already salivating to tasting more.
His world stops, tilts on its axis and gets thrown upside down as soon as a small, muffled moan leaves your lips. The hunger deep inside of him transforms into a monstrous beast, the blood coursing violently through his veins as he’s never heard such a sweet sound.
He needed more.
Zoro presses himself against you more, slipping his leg between your thigh and holding you upright when your knees buckle. Every little reaction you feed him makes him want to consume them all, growing with an insatiable greed to take it from you.
“Zo-“ Your voice is shaky at best, clipped by the desire you were trying to hold back. He knew you were, he could smell it, taste it. And he was so damn tired of holding back.
He seizes your weakened state to his advantage, quickly pinning you against the wall to cage you in his hold. The self restraint he’s always prided himself in frays at the seams, bursting bit by bit as his breathing grows heavier with unmistakable lust.
Zoro barely brushes his lips against yours, a merciful offering in case you need to escape. But you made no quarrels, didn’t try to jerk out of his hold. If anything, you melt into it.
He crashes against you, his mind clouded with a desperate fervor. Eagerly, you kiss him back, holding onto him as if he were your lifeline in the stormy seas of passion.
Bodies merge together as you explore each other's mouths, relearning the taste that was imprinted on his tongue all those moons ago. It was addictive, finer than any sake he has ever had and packing a punch that loosened his inhibitions to critical levels.
And then you whimpered.
A wonderful little sound that purrs against his lips, fueling his desires and stroking the primal flames deep within. The utter need to chase down the noise and pull it from you over and over and over again.
He returns it with a grunt of his own, his hands curling around you more, pressing deeper into your skin as the urge to get closer plagues his hazy mind even more.
But the call for air was too loud to ignore any further, his lungs screaming in a way that felt traitorous. Zoro could work out for hours on end and hardly break a sweat but kissing you for a few minutes left him far more breathless than he’s even felt.
Pulling apart with a great sting of regret, his gaze lands on you. The swell of your kiss-bitten lips beckoning him back with a siren’s lure, the sensual way your chest heaves for air, rising and falling in a way that calls to him ever so sweetly.
Your fingers grace the golden metal that hangs from his ear, surprisingly warmed from the heat of his skin. The look in your eyes pierces his heart, a fatal blow that he could never hope of blocking.
“Damn you.” he murmurs, the intensity of his gaze unwavering. “Making it impossible to focus.”
“Don’t act so surprised.” Your forehead presses against his, the two of you still regaining your breath.
“You always find a way to throw me off.”
“Well, maybe that’s your fault for letting me.”
“Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m still training, still chasing that damn dream.” His words are firm but whether he’s reminding you or himself this simple fact is a road he’d rather not get lost on.
“Aren’t we all?” The hint of your smile teases the corners of his own, your understanding reassuring him to no end.
“Yeah.” He nods, feeling lighter than ever. The eternal flame that burns inside of him becomes an inferno. “We are.”
“Then, go finish your training.” You pivot away, going back to what you were doing before he came in and became swept up in the whirlwind that seems to follow you everywhere you go.
Zoro lingers for a moment to collect his breath. The thread that tethers you together, tension taut and entwined with trust, guides him out of the crows nest – not as a retreat but as a return to the constant that has always been his anchor: practice, training, discipline.
It’s the quiet purpose in every steady step, the dream that he fiercely wields in the blades of his curled fists and the resolve carved into his steely set jaw. His entire body is honed towards one goal, but after your conversation, the rhythm in his heart begins to beat to a different tune. The battle he’s been fighting within himself becomes a mutual surrender, your taste lingers on his lips like a whispered promise.
His heavy boots hit the deck, grounding him back to reality to the expanse of the ocean laid out ahead, the next adventure just along the horizon. The breeze tickles his nose with a whiff of your scent and this time, Zoro smiles.
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Zoro likes the idea of bonding/quality time even when you two aren't even talking or cuddling. Your presence alone is enough for him to admire from afar. Quality time/bonding is a big deal for Zoro. Sometimes he wonders how long he can go without your presence.
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A peaceful day along the grandline was a needle in a haystack, it rarely happened. The waves were not gentle and warm, they were unforgiving and cold as ice. One gulp of that water and your digestive system would be riddled with worms and parasites. Only one or two beautiful days could occur, and this was not one of them.
Nami predicted that storm clouds would be headed east, in the ship's direction. Leaving you to wonder what you could do during this day. There was not much really, if you stepped foot into the rain the flu would lace through your body, which would be even more annoying. So, you decided to cuddle up into your bed under a blanket reading a book you saved for rainy days.
Yet, you were a little lonely, but you knew the others had stuff to do, so for now it was just you and your little book. After a few chapters in, the pattering of rain against the window pane was a little too relaxing. Your eyelids drooped to take a tiny nap, plus you had nothing else to do so why not?
It had been, what, 20 minutes? And in that 20 minutes of course a small green specimen was stuck, headfirst upon your lap. It was obviously Zoro. He needed, craved your warmth and love, as it is was so cold and miserable outside. But inside, you were there, ever so warm and kind, the kind of person he would want to spend the rest of his days with.
You rolled your eyes, knowing that this would inevitably happen, it was Zoro, the clingiest person ever at your side. You couldn't blame him finding warmth and solace in you, as it was so cold outside. And you predict he spent a long time out there practicing his daily training, he was shivering.
Your hands raked through his lime green hair as he let out a muffled sound of relief, he has been waiting for you to do that this whole time. Your arms found their place along the small of his back, delicately tracing his skin like a roadmap which made him shiver. And your lips found their way to his head, gently soothing and calming him with a kiss. The patters of rain got even heavier, and so did your love for Zoro. It was a small gesture for him to randomly turn up in your room while you were napping, but it meant so much more. You knew he loved quality time, even if it was just as simple as holding him close on a bad weather day.
Even in a day of your life, with constant pirate struggles and dangers, comfort had always found you, even then. Because your loving boyfriend, Zoro exists. He always had ways to make your shared stressful life better, in small ways like this. The feared swordsman, Roronoa Zoro that could slice flesh into chunks of crimson red could also delve his lime green head into your lap after a rainy day, Yeah, that Zoro, your loving, cuddly and clingy boyfriend that was always there for you.
Imagine saying to Zoro you aren’t scared of anything so he decides to put that to the test in the bedroom and pulls out Enma when he’s got you naked on his sheets.
He’ll gently drag the blade down your body, the sharp tip ghosting over your skin in a deadly caress.
Your stiff posture and hitched breaths when he runs the tip of the blade over your throat and down across your nipple make him think you’re ready to admit that maybe you are scared of something.
But you say nothing as you continue to lock eyes with him, almost daring him to do more.
“Tch, stubborn woman.”
Of course he’s also one of the most stubborn men you’ve ever met so he’s not just going to give in that easily.
Keeping his eyes on you, he oh so carefully runs blunt edge through your folds.
You should be terrified. You should be running for the hills, but when Zoro pulls the blade back and finds it dripping in your essence, you can’t keep the smirk off your face.
You do, however, nearly come on the spot when he brings the blade to his lips and licks it clean.
