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[softhandz]

unleased desires ⟡⟡ 40s older!zoro x younger!afab!reader (late twenties/early thirties) content: older man x younger woman, doggy style, rough sex, creampie, implied multiple rounds 18+ MDNI | 18+ MDNI | 18+ MDNI | 18+ MDNI | 18+ MDNI | 18+ MDNI in the same verse as: original • older!sanji • older!luffy coming soon (vote at the bottom for who after)

You’re on your stomach, face pressed into a pillowcase still faintly sun-drenched from the afternoon, hips arched by the wedge of Zoro’s thighs and the casual leverage of his fists anchored around your waist. His hands settle, fingers always seeking new territory—sometimes gentle, sometimes a little too rough, but you crave both, and he’s learned how to toggle between them with an intuition that feels like muscle memory. Tonight, he starts out mechanical, a metronome wound too tight, but the steadiness is deceptive.

Every beat, every friction-burned slide of skin, is a test: how much can you take before you shatter. You feel the sweat tracking down your spine, the way your body braces and then gives, and you know in your marrow that he’s holding back.

He always does at first. Zoro is a man who obsesses, who runs his thumb over the edges of his own boundaries until they’re smooth as river stones, so when he finally lets himself go, it’s never by accident.

You’ve learned to read the signs: the catch in his breath at the base of his throat, the subtle tightening in the hands that have callused themselves against a thousand repetitions of sword and steel but still soften when they touch you. You know what it means when his jaw sets, when his scar twitches, when the air vibrates with the static charge of his need. Sometimes you want to be the one who breaks him first.

Tonight you feel it coming on, the pressure building in waves, and you want more. You need more, need to see him snap the leash. So you twist beneath him, craning your head so he can see your eyes—pinned, pleading, fierce. “Don’t hold back,” you say, and your voice comes out steadier than you expected, like an order you’re both desperate to obey. “Fuck me like you want to.”

The rhythm stutters. For a beat, he hesitates, as if waiting for some unspoken confirmation, but you’re already pushing back, rolling your hips up and into him with all the leverage you can muster. “You heard me,” you insist, biting down on the words because the need is starting to hurt. “Fuck me like you want to.”

It’s like you’ve flipped a breaker inside him. Zoro’s breath hitches—no, it cracks—and the sound he makes is something between a growl and a gasp, not quite human. He drags you up by the hips, shifts his weight, and pins you broadside, the new angle sending a jolt up your spine that’s half pleasure and half pain but all of it necessary. He sets his jaw, lips drawn back in a grin that’s all wolf, and you realize you’re trembling, not from fear but from the anticipation of what’s coming.

“Sure?” he asks, voice ragged, every syllable scraping over you like gravel. His thumbs dig into the tender groove above your ass, and you can feel how close he is to the edge. You know he wants this just as badly as you do.

“Don’t stop,” you manage, breathless. “I want to feel it—I want to feel you lose control.”

He laughs, low and dangerous, and the sound vibrates through his body into yours. He pulls out almost all the way, the emptiness sharp, then slams forward with a force that shocks a sob from your lips. You clench the sheets, white-knuckled, but it’s not enough; you need something else to hang on to. So you grab for the headboard, the wall, anything, and when you can’t reach, you settle for a pillow, crushing it to your face as if you could muffle your own animal sounds.

Zoro finds a new rhythm, not the old measured one, but something wild and unpredictable. His hands chart your body with greedy precision, one slipping to your shoulder to keep you steady, the other palming your flank so hard you know you’ll wear his fingerprints for hours after. Each thrust lands deeper, harder, and you feel yourself shudder with each impact, the soreness blooming inside you in a way that feels holy.

He’s not talking now, not really, just gritting out half-words; the syllables of your name, a string of curses, a running commentary on what it feels like to take you like this. You can only answer in gasps and whimpers, the heat in you building to something unspeakable, something that feels like it’s going to tear you apart if you don’t get more.

But you do get more. Zoro is tireless, relentless, a machine when he wants to be, but tonight he’s something else. A man stripped down to the need for friction, for violence, for the kind of connection that leaves marks. He rears back, hauls you up so your spine bends in an impossible arc, and you feel the sweat-slick heat of his chest flush against your back.

“Can you take it?” he rasps, and you realize with a shock that you’re crying, tears leaking down your face not from pain, not exactly, but from how fucking intense it is. You nod, unable to articulate anything coherent, just riding the wave of his rhythm and the way his cock splits you open in a way that feels like surrender.

You want to say more, to give him back his own words, but all you can do is offer up the sounds, the proof of your need. He answers with action: a hand fisting in your hair, tugging your head back so you can’t look away from him, so you have to see how lost he is in you, how gone. His other hand brackets around your hip, fingertips digging in with bruising insistence, and the pain is a punctuation mark on the pleasure.

“Good for you?” he growls, and the question is almost rhetorical. He can feel you coming apart around him, can see the way your body arches, desperate for more. “The way an old man fucks you, that what you need?”

“Only you,” you gasp, and it’s the only truth you have left. “Only you can—god—“

He grins, teeth bared, and the rhythm gets ragged, desperate. You hear the mattress groan, the echo of flesh on flesh, and for a moment you’re both unmoored, nothing but sensation and the certainty that you’re going to remember this every time you try to walk tomorrow.

His eye drops to where your bodies meet, glassy and fixed, and he crosses his forearms over your hips to pull you back onto him with each thrust, the new angle making you seize around him involuntarily.

You don’t remember crying out, not at first, but then the echo is everywhere, a raw and shameless sound that ricochets off the walls and back into your open mouth. Zoro’s voice is a jagged counterpoint, low and ruined, so intimate in your ear that for a second you can’t tell if it’s him or you making those noises.

“There.” His breath punches out on the word, all hunger and heat. “Feel that? Feel how much you want it?” There’s a moment, a taut silence, broken only by the filthy, helpless cadence of each meeting of your bodies—something primal, the wet snap of skin and the wetness between, as if you’ve both boiled down to the friction and what it makes of you. Then, voice breaking, he says, “Gonna cum.”

“Inside.” You cut him off, greedy on the edge, thrumming with the need to drag him over with you. “Please—inside—“ It’s not a question, not even a plea; it’s a demand, and he answers as one soldier to another, all discipline fracturing.

He slams home, one last time, and the world swings loose. His rhythm breaks apart, thrusts stuttering and fragmenting, every one deeper, the pressure bright and brutal where your bodies join. You’re convinced it will split you, that you’ll break open and scatter, and then the answering pulse of him inside you snaps everything to white. You shudder, boneless, caught in a detonation of pleasure so blinding you bite your own arm to keep from screaming.

He doesn’t let go. He stays locked to you, both arms bracing your hips as if he could hold you together while the aftershocks roll through. Every twitch of him inside you draws out another spasm, each one lighting you up, and the wet heat pooling where you’re joined is so obscene it feels sacred.

Zoro doesn’t collapse right away; he’s trembling, too, and you feel it through every inch of him pressed to your back. His hips keep rocking, involuntary, like he can’t bear to stop even after he’s emptied himself. In that moment, the idea of separation is unbearable—you want to claw him closer.

His head drops to your shoulder. You can feel his breath cooling the sweat at your nape, the way his chest is heaving, rhythm synced to your own. There’s blood in your mouth, faint copper, from clenching your teeth too hard, and the taste of it grounds you in the aftermath.

“Hey,” you whisper, because you want to make sure he’s still there, not just a graven image fused to your back. He nuzzles your neck in answer, lips and teeth finding the damp place behind your ear, and you shiver again, this time from something softer.

He folds over you, body blanketing yours, and finally goes still. His weight is a comfort, not a crush; you want to live there, in the soft endless press of him, forever. His mouth moves against your skin, a string of nothing sounds that resolve, eventually, into one set of words:

“Good girl.” He’s not joking. His voice is stripped down, reverent, as if you’ve done something holy. He kisses the sweat-salt from your jaw, the red imprint on your shoulder left by your own teeth. “Give me a few minutes. and we’ll go again.”

a/n: a surprise because this anime has a chokehold on me rn! also, because i’m trying to distract myself and what better way than with unrestricted smut. i also had these stockpiled, so if you see another smutty op one shot (luffy, usopp, nami x reader) that's what happened!

i have an older!luffy planned, but who do you think should be next?

which older!straw hat should be after luffy?

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⊹ NSFW ALPHABET ݁ ׅ ⭑ roronoa zoro x f!reader

content ⋆ MDNI. mentions of the following : unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (m! receiving , f! receiving), inexperienced + slightly perverted zoro, overstimulation, scent kink — WC : 4.7k

𝒜 ⋆ AFTERCARE ノ what is zoro like after sex?

One final snap of his hips leaves you nothing more than a heap of limbs, absolutely spent and covered in your mixed essence. Both of your minds turn into mush from the vigorous activity, leaving your sweat-slicked bodies heavy and satiated.

Rarely, if ever, is his first instinct to clean yourselves up but if you’re insistent on it, he’ll at least take care of the mess between your thighs (usually with his mouth).

If the session was a little rougher, he’ll be boneless enough to murmur sweet nothings into the crook of your neck. He likes to litter lazy little kisses along your sensitive skin, holding you close as you two drift off to sleep full of contentment.

The man who’s destined to become the strongest swordsman in the world becomes your pillow and you become his. He’ll lock his arms around your waist like steel bands yet he’ll deny any notion that he’s clingy.

Zoro just enjoys keeping you close, skin against skin. Letting your bodies calm down together in the safety of each other’s arms as your hearts begin to beat as one, succumbing to the sweet sanctuary of sleeping in a lover's embrace. It’s all he could ever ask for.

𝓑  ⋆  BODY PARTS ノ zoro’s favorites on you and himself

Zoro is an ass man.

His palms glide along the small of your back before grabbing two handfuls of your supple ass, kneading the plushness as you ride him. He loves the way you feel in his grasp, the almost bruising hold serving as leverage to fuck you harder.

Beyond that, he could never keep his hands off of it when there’s downtime on the ship. Whenever you’re left alone, his hands will gravitate there or he’ll rest his head against your ass as he takes a mid-afternoon nap.

But truthfully? Zoro really loves your hands. He loves the way they fit into his when he’s fucking you into the mattress. He can’t help but groan whenever you tug his hair, claw at his back, or cradle his face whenever he’s pleasuring you.

And above all, he loves how gentle they are compared to his. Always sweet, forever soft, only his.

As for him? His favorite part of himself?

His mouth.

Arguably one of the strongest and most skilled aspects of his body, he’s able to cut down enemies with the sword gripped between his teeth in a fashion he’s never seen anyone successfully replicate. And somehow, it’s done wonders in the bedroom.

The way he can unravel you with a few swipes of his tongue, your body threading over his as he grips your hip, holding you steady as another wave of your orgasm comes crashing down. He knows he’s good with it and he’ll make sure to remind you any chance you need it.

𝓒  ⋆  CUM  ノ anything to do with cum 

When Zoro finishes, he comes a lot. It’s thick, milky white, and pumps out in steady ropes that never seem to stop. The taste is more metallic, as if the steel of his blades seeps into his body and lines everything with a finely honed sharpness. But it isn’t overly bitter, thanks to Sanji’s excellent cooking keeping his body well nourished. 

In the beginning, Zoro’s pull out game is as strong as he prides himself to be. But overtime, his will begins to fray at the seams whenever he buries himself in the pleasure between your thighs. He can’t help but fill you up until it’s leaking out of your pulsing entrance — a sight that only turns him on more.

Once Zoro has a taste of coming inside of you, he rarely likes to do it anywhere else. The sensation of you trembling and throbbing around him, desperately trying to milk his cock for all of its worth has him coming the hardest, unable to refuse your wishes.

That being said, Zoro will get into moods where he wants to stake his claim on you — covering your chest, pussy, and thighs with his cum. He’ll spread it over your nipples until you’re glistening with it, use it to finger you, maybe even have you eat it. He loves being filthy during sex, letting your bodies do what comes naturally. 

It brings out something possessive and primal within him, knowing that you’re his mate and no one else is able to touch you the way he does.

𝓓  ⋆  DIRTY SECRET ノ zoro’s dirty secrets

On some level, Zoro is a closeted pervert. He’s never had anyone to share these feelings and desires with so he’s shoved them down to a place where no one could access. Until you.

For instance, be wary of leaving your worn panties around unless you want him to ‘borrow’ them. He’s just curious, after all, he wants to explore your body even when you’re not in sight. He loves the way you smell and can’t help but steal a whiff. Blood rushes south at the shameful act, one he would normally associate with the lovesick cook yet here he is, indulging in your heavenly scent. 

Beyond that, he’s obsessed with your essence. It almost worries him how much he loves your taste. He’ll lick at the fabric, groaning into the cotton while he dreams of flattening his tongue along your slick, quivering entrance and lapping everything up before he makes you come all over his face.

When he finally has you, he’ll roughly grip your hips and pry open your thighs. Frustration and shame bubbles in his aching balls, desperate for a release only you can bring. Zoro hates how much you affect him and the thought makes him go a little rougher on you, but he knows you can take it.

Zoro buries his tongue deep within, groaning at your taste and eats you out like a starved man until you’re coming all over his face. He drinks it as if he was trying to get drunk, drowning in the intoxicating flavor until you’re both left dizzy.

You may be able to pull this secret out of him and once you do, he will be huffing your underwear while pounding into you with primal urgency.

𝓔 ⋆ EXPERIENCE ノ how experienced is zoro? does he know what he’s doing?

Zoro was never one to bother sleeping around. There was too much to do, his brain entirely focused on becoming stronger and honing his skills. He might’ve had grazes with intimacy, a drunken kiss here or there, but nothing concrete. Zoro doesn’t let his guard down for just anyone and it takes him a while to feel comfortable fully giving himself over to someone like that.

That’s why when Zoro first felt the pull to you, it derailed his thoughts, momentarily delaying his progress in becoming the world’s strongest swordsman. Suddenly, he couldn’t focus. His feelings spread like an infection and he wouldn’t be freed of this plague until he had his cock buried at the hilt of your cunt, learning the intricate ways of your body until you were crying out his name.

All his experiences come from you – for better or for worse.

𝓕 ⋆ FAVORITE POSITION

There are many different positions Zoro will fold you into, but nothing beats the sight of you when he’s got you pinned on your stomach, relentlessly thrusting into you until all you can manage is moaning nonstop with your fingers curled in the sheets. He’ll slow down eventually, loosely hooking his bicep around your neck until you’re secure in his lock and taking everything so beautifully. 

He loves taking you in prone bone, or even starting in doggy but the pleasure he’s giving you is too much for you to hold yourself up any longer. Zoro takes his time, gliding in and out while his lips graze your ear and fill it with praises of how good you're taking him.

Another one of his favorites is when you climb on top of him, straddling his waist and bouncing on his cock like you needed it to live. The view is amazing and he has access to every piece of you. From the way your tits bounce, the blissed out look on your face, and he’s able to grab your ass at his leisure – he’s hooked on it. 

Zoro loves to see you put in the work to feel good by using his body that he prides himself in. He spends hours every day to make it strong, sturdy, and gets off when you show it any appreciation. 

Letting go of control does something to his brain, neutralizes it until all he can focus on is the pleasure you’re giving him. Even when you get tired out, he doesn’t move you. He just grips your hips and snaps his own up into yours until you’re crying out his name and slumping against him. It makes him feel needed.

𝓗  ⋆ HAIR ノ how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes?

Zoro’s happy trail leads down to a thick, green patch of coarse hair. He doesn’t do any upkeep with it on his own but if you insist on it, he will add it to his regime. He loves when you rub your fingers through it and his eye will flutter shut whenever you press your nose into it to take a whiff.

𝓘  ⋆ INTIMACY ノ how is he during the moment?

Sex isn’t meaningless to Zoro, it’s extremely intimate — intense. Whenever the two of you are alone, the air amplifies the feelings that bind you together until it drowns out the rest of the world around you.

Zoro is focused in the moment, his steely gaze sharp on you. He’s very observant in nature, expertly learning how to draw out every pleasure that will make you sing in pleasure. His knowledge of your body and its reactions is almost scary.

He enjoys eye contact, taking in every expression that paints your face in pleasure, getting lost in the way your eyes lose focus. Zoro can’t help but snap his hips harder when you try to close your eyes, bringing you back to him over and over again.

His hands, so used to violence and hardship, become careful as they roam your body, even when he’s taking you hard and fast. Calloused palms glide down your body as his cock nudges your deepest depths like he’s trying to reach your very core and stake his claim.

𝓙  ⋆ JACK OFF ノ masturbation headcanon

He doesn’t do it often, it’s something he’s prided himself on long before he met you. He knows how to push away sexual urges and focus on training to become the strongest.

If he absolutely needs to and you’re unavailable, he will tuck himself into a secluded spot and pump his cock until the issue goes away. If you’re a wanted pirate, he will use your bounty poster to further himself along until his cum paints the paper and drenches him in a sinful bliss. If not, the image of you moaning out his name is engrained into his memory and has him finishing all over his fist in no time.

He prefers to seek you out though, even though he’s not keen on initiating sex earlier in your relationship but sometimes the desire becomes so overwhelming the only way to cure it is to sink into your heavenly heat.

𝓚  ⋆ KINK ノ one or more of his kinks

Zoro has an incredible sense of smell, often able to locate booze by his nose alone so it’s no surprise he can do the same with you. Your scent drives him mad, especially after you’ve been lounging in the hot sun all day, smelling like the sea and your distinctively sweet musk.

He tries to restrain his thoughts, hold himself back while he trains on the deck nearby but the wind carries your aroma to him and he loses all sense. He’ll toss the weight down and throw you over his shoulder, dragging you somewhere private to drown in the scent he loves more than anything.

He also loves when you’re both covered in mixed sweat and essences after having sex, smelling like your beautiful self while also being coated with a sheen of him. It’s intoxicating. Don’t be surprised if his tongue darts out for a taste, gliding over your slick skin to quench his curiosity.

𝓛  ⋆ LOCATION ノ favorite places to do the do

He’s not much of an exhibitionist as it’s too vulnerable for him to do in public settings, opting to take you somewhere private. 

Tucked high above in the crows nest at night, Zoro feels safest here. It’s where he can take his time to explore your body and maybe he’ll let you explore his.

Fucking in odd places on the ship is also common as it’s hard to find privacy at times. The crew is busy partying in the aquarium bar? He’s whisking you into the hidden nook on the other side of the ship and taking you quickly.

One of the only times he becomes bold on the ship is when the crew goes on an excursion and leaves you two behind. He will surprise you by taking you in more open places since he knows you both still have to keep watch. If you’re docked at a town, he will take the opportunity to have you in his bunk and really take his time with you.

𝓜  ⋆ MOTIVATION ノ what turns him on, gets him going

Whenever you tease him or try to rile him up, it works. Every time. Even if you aren’t trying to lure him into bed, he will still fall for any playful whims you throw at him and feel his cock stir beneath his trousers at the thought of getting back at you. 

If you’re being bratty or running your mouth, all he can feel is the urge to fill it with something else until you’re satiated and back to your usual self. Fucking the attitude out of you is one of his favorite past times, watching yourself crack under the intensity of his thrusts will never tire him. Not when you’re clinging onto him and apologizing with tears of devotion shining in your eyes. 

This especially works whenever you two are sparring together. He loves the way your body moves, growing stronger alongside him as you train and try to take him down. Even when insults slip past your lips, he knows it’s only a matter of time before they turn into moans that sing him praises. He loves pinning you down and reminding you on why he’s set to be the strongest. This tends to turn into more cardio training for you both as it becomes a daily occurrence on the ship.

𝓝  ⋆ NO ノ something he wouldn’t do, turn offs

Nothing too physically or emotionally hurtful. He does enjoy getting rougher if the situation calls for it, but he would never want to bring any real harm to you. 

He also doesn’t want to share you. His body is tethered to yours, heart barring his soul to you and you alone. Adding another person into the mix wouldn’t sit well with him. If you suggest it, he might internalize it and wonder if he isn’t pleasing you. Zoro strongly dislikes feeling inadequate or weak, so this would be a touchy subject for him.

𝓞  ⋆ ORAL ノ preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

Loves to give. His happy place is burying his face in the sweetness between your thighs, lapping at your cunt until you’re weakly pushing his head away and begging for mercy. Even then, he may not relent, too busy spelling out his love for you with his greedy tongue against your overstimulated clit.

It takes him a while to get into receiving. 

But seeing you take his cock down his throat with watery eyes, practically pleading for more as you try to take him all in one go, empties every thought out of his head. He’s not used to receiving such pleasures and it feels a little odd to him at first, but through your reassurance and eagerness, he begins to change his mind and accept all you have to give him.

Loves 69 to compromise only because he knows you’ll cave to the pleasure of his tongue and moan against his cock instead of sucking it properly. Strong hands grip your supple thighs, lulling you closer with his tongue. He loves knowing he can overpower you with the precise flick of his tongue, unraveling you time after time until he gets his fill. Then, he supposes you can suck him off after stars burst behind your eyes. 

You sloppily take him in your mouth and gaze up at him through half lidded eyes, giving him the laziest blow job known to man and it’s the hottest sight he’s ever seen. After you’re all fucked out, it’s like you’re making out with his cock, nice and messy, just how he likes it.

𝓟  ⋆ PACE ノ is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

When you first started sleeping together, his movements would be sharp, slightly choppy until he found his rhythm. 

It’s more of a rarity for Zoro to enjoy you slowly and sensually due to life on the ship, so whenever he’s able to he will enjoy every moment and drag it out.

Slipping into your tight heat inch by inch, stretching you out on his cock until you’re arching into him with frustrated tears in your eyes. It feels tortuous but the soft look he has on his face makes it worth it.

He bottoms out and the pressure within his abdomen tightens into a coil. He loves to start off slow, to feel every sensation he can before he feels the urge to chase the high that only your overwhelming tight heat can bring him. He becomes relentless but he never takes it too far to hurt you. There’s a gentleness even to his roughness that leaves you both dizzy.

𝓠  ⋆ QUICKIE ノ his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

For a while, he doesn’t view quickies as necessary and prefers to take you whenever you have ample time. But after the first encounter, he understands what a benefit it can be and becomes enthralled with taking you quick and dirty.

Like when he pins you against the wall after he’s had a few, panting against your neck as he fights the last shred of control he has left before kissing you with everything his body holds. It’s hard to find privacy on the ship and every little moment counts. 

Zoro covers your mouth to keep your moans at bay but does nothing to stop his own from spreading filth in your ear full of raspy and desperate praises. It may be quick and dirty but he’ll kiss your jaw so tenderly it gives your heart whiplash.

Or sometimes he’ll have you early mornings on watch. The sun barely begins to rise over the horizon before he pins you down against the mattress, filling you with his need. The crew hasn’t gotten up yet, but time is fleeting. 

He chases it away with the hurried pace he snaps his hips in, pushing into you deep enough to see stars. It’s been a long night and he’s a little tired, using the last bit of strength he has before he retires to his room soon for a short slumber with you by his side.

𝓡  ⋆ RISK ノ is he game to experiment? does he take risks? etc.

Following many moons that wax and wane with trust and respect, Zoro begins to grow more curious in bed after that fateful first time — a moment full of deep affection and love that blooms between your slotted bodies. 

And just like that, someone who has grown so rigidly, so disciplined, begins to unravel at the seams around you. 

Driven by instinct and the way you sweetly call out his name, he chases that feeling and lets it bring him to new heights. One of the very few places in life where he can let go, surrender, even just for a little bit.

It’s all about testing that boundary of trust, how deep does it run? Can you tie him up without him batting an eye? His sharp gaze sets on you, thoughtful but lethal as you kiss every inch of his restrained body, just knowing that you’re only going to bring him love and pleasure in ways he’d never dream about.

As long as he’s with you, he feels he can explore and experiment to your hearts content.

𝓢  ⋆ STAMINA ノ how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?

This man has been training relentlessly, diligently for years. He’s never been known to rest, refuses to at times, so he can last for as long as you need. 

At first, he lasts extremely long to the point you’re worried he’s not feeling good. But after a vulnerable conversation, he reassures you that he’s just been holding himself back from coming too soon (edging himself) and wants you to feel as good as possible which has left you overstimulated many times.

Once he realizes he can come and keep your pleasure going, he’s an unstoppable force. 

𝓣  ⋆ TOYS ノ does he own toys? does he use them?

No, he wouldn’t be opposed to it but he would rather do the work himself. If it helps you get off while he fucks you then he’ll do whatever it takes so you can feel the pleasure surging through your body.  If you're into it, he may discover that he is too and can utilize many different toys to make you come undone.

He doesn’t like using toys for himself though. If you wanted him to then he might be open to trying it but he prefers feeling your body move against him. He loves the closeness of it all. 

𝓤  ⋆ UNFAIR ノ how much he likes to tease

Zoro enjoys teasing you, especially after you’ve spent so long flustering him. He knows how badly you need him, and can feel it rippling off of you in waves. 

He’s covert about it though. He flashes you smirks only you can catch, walks behind you so he can caress your lower back with his palm, and he’ll make sure he’s working out where you can see him — muscles rippling and all.

It's all a ruse to see you cling to him, bat your pretty eyes at him and whisk you away where you can get some alone time. He’s not above having you beg for him, oftentimes insisting you plead and voice your desires. Only then will he give you what you both want but he will make you work for it first.

𝓥 ⋆ VOLUME ノ how loud he are, what sounds he make, etc.

He’s not extremely loud but neither is he stone cold silent. Always lets out a noise of satisfaction as soon as he bottoms out, a low grunt fused with the word “fuck” that caresses your ear. 

When he’s close, groans rumble deep in his chest and tumble past his lips. He’ll either press his forehead against yours or bury his face in the crook of your neck letting out grunts, growls, swears, pants of your name.

Can be prone to whimper when he’s sleepy, tipsy, or injured. The pleasure spikes in his body and overpowers him, his lack of self control during these moments has the sound slipping past his lips. You’ll only get one though before he selfishly keeps the rest in but if you try hard enough, you may be able to draw them out.

When he’s really tired, Zoro doesn’t run his mouth at all but grunts and growls into yours in between kisses, swallowing back any moan that tries to breach the silence of the night.

𝓦  ⋆ WILD CARD ノ a random headcanon for the character

Zoro loves when you leave scratches down his back. Having you pinned beneath his broad body, clawing at his muscles as you desperately try to hold onto something has his hips stuttering, driving deeper into you. 

Scars on the back feel forbidden to the swordsman, but in the safety of your love, the taboo drives him forward. He knows the marks won’t last forever but carrying them for a few days at a time feels like an honor. 

When he works out on the deck and the wind caresses the sensitive flesh, it sends a ripple down his spine as he’s reminded of how he earned them. After your session, you coo at him softly and apologize for leaving your mark. He never finds it in him to care, stealing the rest of your remorse with a searing kiss that takes your breath away.

𝓧  ⋆ X - RAY ノ let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

Zoro’s a decent size, definitely grows a bit more when he’s hard but overall — it’s heavy. Even when he fills you up, you can hardly believe it all fits. The girth alone is enough to stretch you out, keep you compliant on his cock while he gets settled inside of you.

The tanned length splits you open, nudging the sensitive spot deep inside of you like he’s made for you. The vein that runs along the side of his cock pulses along your walls, blood pumping in tune with his need.

His balls are the heaviest bit, full of neglect and inexperience. Extremely sensitive whenever you fondle them, especially if you try to suck them in your mouth. 

𝓨  ⋆ YEARNING ノ how high is his sex drive?

Not high but he’s new to this. Zoro hasn’t ever had this sense of intimacy with anyone in his life. It takes awhile for him to seek you out for sex, to initiate at a time you haven’t shown any obvious hints that you’re horny. Anytime you need it, he is ready to indulge.

His devotion steers his sex drive. It only increases as you spend more time together and you’ve shown him the benefits of sex.

After he comes, he experiences a brief period of feeling dazed out from the bliss before it helps reset his body, gaining clarity from the explosive release.

It gets to a point where he feels he needs to cleanse himself once a day and revels in having you come undone for him. It helps him feel close and safe, knowing you’re by his side until the end of time.

𝓩  ⋆ ZZZ ノ how quickly he fall asleep afterwards

He prefers taking a nap after the activity, having you curl up in his arms and cling to him as your bodies continue to come down. 

He won’t sleep until he knows you’re okay. If you need something, it goes back to aftercare and ensures you are taken care of. He cares deeply for your wellbeing and will try his best to make sure you feel the affection he holds for you, even if he isn’t the best at saying it.

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Warning: NSFW

So I already wrote for Ace but I couldn’t stop thinking about Sabo and how much I wanted to write for him so I truly believe that Sabo is into praising his partner while they have sex.

Sabo loves to make his s/o feel special and loved, even during moments of intercourse. He hates the idea of degrading or making you feel awful about yourself. Yeah he’ll tease from time to time but it’s mostly light and warmhearted. “Already tired? We’re just gettin started pretty girl.” He loves using pet names with you because he knows they make you flustered. Baby, darling, pretty, princess..the list was endless. He isn’t the type to be rough during sex at all but he still gives you the pleasure you yearn for regardless. “Oh fuck, does that feel good?.” Sabo was handsy, it was his way of showing you how much he appreciated you and your body. He’d even hug you close during sex. He’ll slap your ass and give you kisses on your neck during if you give him the “okay” obviously. He’s a man of consent so anything you don’t want to do, he wouldn’t dare to. He’d add dirty talk with his praising sometimes while in the heat of the moment, mainly just to watch you get all shy and embarrassed. “Your pussy feels so tight princess..it’s perfect.” At some point, you even wanted to have more rough sex with Sabo. It was like a whole new world. Yeah he was rough, but his praising had turned so different. “Yeah? You like that? Cum for me one more time okay? That’s it..that’s my sweet girl.” At any moment if you ever felt it was too much, he’d immediately slow down and let you take a breath. Once you give him the look that you’re ready again, he’ll make sure you feel even better than you did before. Aftercare with Sabo was the best part. He’d get a bath ready, he’d help you clean up and get you into more comfortable clothing. He’d sit there and listen to you talk as he kisses your face. “You know I love you right?” Sabo was the most lovey after having sex. He’d never stop praising you, not until you know you’re appreciated. You were his pretty girl and he’ll always make sure you know it.

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Older!Zoro x Older F!Reader

• N.SFW • 2.1K Words • • One Shot

• Author's Notes: Wow! Fresh Zoro work? From me? It's a Zoro Birthday Miracle!

Look, much like many of pieces I have going on, I started this one a long time ago. Last year actually. Didn't get it done in time, rewrote it to work for a few days after, and then... lost all steam. But I was possessed getting all of the pieces I had queued up for today that I finished it. (Zen, forgive me, I didn't run this one past you for editing ;u;)

Anyway, this was inspired by a super spicy dream involving DILFy older Zoro doing what is in this fic, and decided just to write it out because I have had a block for a hot second. And I mean... DILF Zoro. Grizzled and greying at the temples, life experience, a soft touch despite his gruff demeanor... -sigh- 🤤

ALSO NEVER POUR ALCOHOL IN YOUR HOO-HAA NO MATTER WHAT! IT'S SEXY IN FIC, NOT IN REALITY! ALCOHOL POISONING IS NO FUCKING JOKE AND WE LIKE YOU HEALTHY AND ALIVE AROUND HERE!

• You and your husband, Zoro, had both been away from each other for a long while. Now, on his birthday, you present him with the best present he could ever ask for. Yourself.

• CW: Older Zoro and implied older reader, established relationship (married), doing body shots (drinking alcohol off your body), oral (female receiving), alcohol doesn't go there but for the sake of fic it is, alcohol consumption.

There was a gleam in his eye as he looked you over in the dim light of your shared quarters after coming into the room just past midnight. Even with his annoyed tone, there was a smile on his aged face, “What the hell is this?”

Both of you had been away on separate errands for a long while, and it was the first night back together in what felt like an eternity. You stood there in nothing but a few large ribbons tied around your breasts and hips, holding a small cake in one hand and a bottle of sake that was hard to get (also one of his favorites) in the other. It was actually why you had been gone for a while, and it didn’t give you enough time to prepare for this day as much as you would have liked.

“Happy birthday, Zoro!” You smiled brightly at him with a sing-song voice.

He shook his head, making sure the door was locked behind him before he approached you, giving one ribbon a light tug. They would easily come undone, but for now the swordsman left them where they were. Zoro’s good eye slowly trailed over your body, taking in the whole sight of you before settling on your face, a playful and coy smirk deepening the smile lines on his features, “We’ve been together how long? I don’t really celebrate my birthday.”

Zoro had a point, he was never big on celebrations. At least not for himself. A victory for the crew? Yes, that’s a group effort. Someone else’s birthday or life milestones? So long as they break out the good sake, he’s more than happy to join. But his birthday? His accomplishments? Not a care in the world. In fact, your wedding wasn’t even a big to-do at the time, and that was over 20 years ago. He made a bigger deal out of making sure pieces of your vivre cards were in each other’s rings—so you would never get lost, obviously. Zoro always took the time to celebrate your achievements and birthdays. As his wife, he was always attentive when you were together, and always quick to sing your praises. So, for once, you wanted to show him just how much he meant to you, and how happy you were to celebrate his life well lived.

It had also been months since you last saw each other, and you wanted to indulge in just a little more than celebrating the day of his birth.

You placed the bottle of sake in his hands as you put your arm around his neck, holding up the cake for him to see, “You always make such a big deal of my birthday. I just wanted to show you how much I love you and missed you.”

Kissing his temple, you nuzzled your face against his, enjoying his natural scent. It took you a long time to trainteach him to bathe more often, and even after all these years you were still reaping the benefits. Zoro’s hand came to your face, rubbing his thumb along the apple of your cheek. With him being so close, you could feel the soft pull in your ring toward him more strongly, making your heart sing at the familiar feeling.

Your eyes meet his, the light in his one good eye reflecting only your smile and the years together. Then, your face followed the lines of his face, his dimples that got deeper with age, the crinkles around his eyes that were there even when he wasn’t smiling, the soft graying around his ears in his hair. The boy you fell in love with long ago had aged into a wonderfully handsome man that you loved more and more every day.

His lips came to yours in a soft and tender kiss. No matter how often he kissed you, it always took your breath away. You smiled against him, giggling softly as he gently took the cake from your hand and then broke the kiss to look at it, “So, you baked a cake, got naked, and now there’s a bottle of sake. Not sure which one to partake of first,” Zoro’s deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, leaning in to nibble on your neck.

You felt yourself wiggle against his arms as he placed the cake on top of the dresser; his kisses and love bites tickled given the light stubble on his face. He still may not grow a full or proper beard, but you could always tell when he needed to shave again. It felt rough against your skin, making it harder for you to speak through your giggles, “It’s a rum cake! I made it myself!!”

Zoro stopped, looking at the cake with a raised brow, “Rum cake? Like, with actual rum and stuff? You can put booze in cakes?”

A stunned look came over you, hands on his scarred chest as he stuck his finger directly into the cake like a child. You scoffed slightly, tilting your head, “There is no way this is the first time you’ve heard of rum cake. Sanji makes it all the time. You’ve always liked it”

He seemed surprised at how the cake felt wet, using more of his fingers to break off a piece, “You know I don’t listen to a damn thing Curly says.” Your husband popped the piece of the cake he had ripped off in his mouth, humming contently, “Huh. Yeah, we’ve had this before. Just always thought I had too much sake.”

Your head fell against his chest, your laughter unfiltered. Twenty years married, a fearsome reputation as the right hand of the king of the pirates, world’s strongest swordsman… and he was still a dork.

“What’s so funny, Wife?” Zoro lifted your chin, stuffing another chunk of cake into his mouth shortly after. He was never one for nicknames, other than insulting others or when he couldn’t remember the name, but there was something endearing in the way he always called you “Wife”. The only times he ever used anything else was your name if you two were alone, and once to piss Sanji off he called you “Pookie”—which only caused you to nearly die laughing. Much like this moment.

You shook your head, patting his full cheek as he chewed the rum cake, “All these years, and you never cease to make me laugh. I’m just glad you like the cake.”

He licked his fingers, that soft grin gracing his features as his good eye never left you. The swordsman reached around and gripped your ass in his hand and gave it a shake, “Well, this old dog can still learn a new thing or two. Maybe a few tricks here and there. But I prefer the tricks I get to do with you.”

Zoro was never one for romantic gestures, but there was one thing he knew you liked, and he did it as often as he could. He picked you up into his arms like a princess, like you weighed nothing, and leaving you at his mercy. While he often loved to carry you around like this when he could because it made you happy, your husband also felt better to just have you close and feel you against his chest.

Carrying you over to the bed, Zoro dropped you onto it, his good eye devouring you in just those over-sized ribbons while holding his favorite sake. He shrugged off his shirt, it was unbuttoned anyway—your husband seemed as allergic to keeping shirts on as he was to knowing left from north. Zoro leaned over you and then took the bottle from your hand, “The good stuff, huh? You must have missed me.”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s your birthday. Am I not allowed to spoil you for your birthday?” The swordsman only gave you a cock of his brow—a typical expression he gave that you knew meant “and?”—while biting the cork off the bottle. A small huff escaped you, sitting up as he managed to open the bottle with a small pop, “And yes, I missed you, too.”

Zoro spit the cork across the bedroom, it was now future Zoro’s problem. More like future you’s problem, since you knew the second the bottle touched his lips he’d forget there was even a cork to begin with or that they even existed at all. Your husband’s head threw back as he chugged down a few hard gulps of the sake. He stopped with a loud and contented sigh, wiping his mouth as he looked to you, offering the bottle.

However, Zoro did not give you the bottle when you reached for it. Instead, he poured it into your mouth for you, creating a mess when he over-poured and it spilled out. He was never one to waste good sake, so he leaned in quickly to lick your lips, chin, and neck.

The liquor burned your throat, but as his licks turned into nibbles, you giggled, no longer feeling the drink. His free hand fumbled with the ribbon around your breasts, even though it wasn’t tied well; it was still difficult one handed. Zoro then guided your own hands to hold your breasts together for him, making a cup out of your cleavage as he poured the sake between them. Your husband quickly slurped up the liquid before doing it again to the symphony of your laughter.

He repeated this three more times before laying you back in the bed as he kissed, bit, and sucked on your breast. Your husband enjoyed worshiping your body, but after pouring out most a bottle of sake on your skin, he seemed more intent on savoring the taste. Zoro’s mouth moved down your stomach, pouring a small shot of sake into your navel before slurping it out. You shrieked at the sensation, contorting slightly as it tickled, and his rich chuckle joined in as he began to run his rough fingers over your sides to hear you laugh more.

There were three things Zoro truly loved in this world; swords, sake, and your smile. Yes, it was all of you that he loved, but your smile was what drew him to you in the first place. He always went out of his way to make you smile, even if it meant torturing you with the dreaded tickles.

Your husband gave you a breather when he kissed above the lower ribbon, his own way of apologizing as you tried to calm your breathing. With a few light tugs, Zoro pulled the ribbon away, exposing your body to him for the millionth time. Still, he stopped a moment to enjoy it, looking at you after all these years as if for the first time. His eyes never lost that heat or spark for you since you two first started sleeping together, and even now, you really were the best present he ever received on his birthday.

Zoro licked his lips, then took a swig of his bottle before he hooked his arms under your thighs and lifted them off the bed. Your legs spread around his head, and your husband turned to kiss the inside of your thigh. This time you didn’t giggle, but gasped slightly, feeling the heat spread through your whole body. He grinned devilishly, placing a kiss at your slit and watching your whole body twitch even though it could not escape his grip.

His hand snaked around to open your labia, watching as you shivered with his hot breath rolled over your exposed pussy. Again, his tongue wet his lips, his voice rolling out like a growl, “Thank you for this perfect present, Wife. I like this new cup.” He gave your clit a small slap before holding your pussy open again, “A toast to the birthday boy.”

Before you could question what he was talking about, he poured the last of his sake over your cunt he was holding open, dropping the now empty bottle over the side of the bed and slurping up every last drop of the sake along with your juices. You gripped the sheets and pillows above your head, eyes rolling back as your husband’s tongue and fingers expertly brought you to pleasure as he indulged himself. Birthday or not, he would always indulge in you.

But tonight, as he coaxed your first orgasm out of you, it was an act of admiration. There was no one in the world he would rather spend his birthday with if he had to besides you, and you were the only person now here at his side. Celebrating in his favorite way.

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one piece men + tits or ass? | nsfw

one piece guys and whether they prefer tits or ass. this progressively got dirtier and dirtier the more i wrote and u can probably tell who my favorite characters r from how i wrote everyone haha. (ᵕ—ᴗ—) pls heed the warnings and enjoy!

characters: monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinesmoke sanji, portgas d. ace, sabo, eustass kid, killer, trafalgar d. law

cw: lowercase, afab! reader, pervert! sanji, mention of suicide, cunnilingus, rimming, nasty! kid, virgin! loser! law,

monkey d. luffy

i think luffy would be an ass guy contrary to popular belief with other head cannons ive seen. sure the other girls have great chests but its the way u swing ur hips to brook’s songs that make the tips of ears burn. he’s pretty cheeky so u would have to keep an eye on him esp when ur wearing anything that accentuates ur backside. he would probably take advantage of his gum gum fruit and cop a feel even from longer distances too. overall he is not very discreet and would probably embarrass the two of u front of the crew. (move it to the bedroom!)

roronoa zoro

zoro is an ass guy. i think we all saw that coming. he’s someone who takes pride in his form as well as his physique and i think that goes for a potential partner as well. working out together and seeing u lift weights with the full force of ur thighs and glutes is quite the sight. now thats something he can admire. moss head will pop a boner if he stares too long but that’s okay bc his own sweaty muscles r calling ur name.

vinesmoke sanji

ugh sanji is such a titty loving loser. he adores ur chest and it doesn’t even matter what u wear. u could be wearing the thickest wool sweater and the guy’s line of sight would still fall to ur breasts. don’t get him wrong tho, he’s still a gentlman. just one that would absolutely get on his hands and knees and beg u to flash him. as the ship’s resident pervert he is always praising nami and robin for their choice of outfit and hoping u will join them in their skimpy fashion. even the slightest bit of cleavage or underboob would kill this man and he is every bit suicidal.

portgas d. ace

ace is undecided. he genuinely couldn’t choose even if u pointed a sea stone blade to his neck. too much woman to love. as someone who is shirtless w only shorts most of the time he can appreciate a partner who isn’t afraid to show a little skin. there is nothing hotter to him than seeing the way ur body peaks through the fabric, almost daring him to get a better look. low neck-lined tank tops and short shorts would get him fired up faster than his devil fruit.

sabo

sabo is a tits man. i also think he’s someone who loves to dress up their partner in the most beautiful gowns. the best part of the dress would be the corset. it’s a difficult piece of clothing, most commonly worn by aristocrats, yet he finds it alluring on u, especially the way it cinches ur waist in and puffs out ur breasts. silk and whalebone press into ur spine as sabo peppers ur collarbone w kisses. the hour glass figure molded into ur body is so ravishing he considers taking u right there.

eustass kid

this is an ass man r u kidding me. eustass kid is nasty. when he sees a baddie w a fattie he knows exactly what to do. he wants u bent over his knee and humping his thighs. he loves watching u squirm and seeing the jiggle in ur butt as u attempt to reposition urself. he will eat ur pussy out from the back to get what he claims is the ‘best view’ of ur behind and make sure to rim ur cute asshole too.

killer

if eustass kid is a nasty ass man, then killer is a soft titty man. im sure u guys wanted something heavy for him too but hear me out. the mask stays on. he is just too shy to show his face, even to u. to make him feel better u hitch up ur shirt and bra and flash ur perfect tits his way, turning his whole face red (not that u would know) he’s so gentle when he plays w them too, kneading them and ever so softly pinching ur nipples under his calloused fingers. maybe ur moans will convince him to lift up his mask and suck on ur nipples like they’re clearly begging him too.

trafalgar d. law

um law is just an awkward guy. he is a virgin loser who has never seen a woman naked and if u r the unfortunate soul who gets to be the first u better strap in. im going to say he’s a tits guy just for the reason that during ur first time u don’t get past each others pants. he’s way too caught up ogling ur chest and committing the flesh to memory. he’s seen breasts in textbooks obviously but this is nothing like the anatomy graphic. anyways yea u basically teach him to make out and he plays w ur boobs and probably jerks himself off to the thought of everything later.

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One Piece Men + Making Out Hcs | NSFW-ish

While I work on the match-ups have some more hcs abt our fav boys. Btw how do u guys feel abt repeating characters? I was trying to avoid doubling up matches but with over 50 of u unless Marine Fodder #78 wants to get some I think I might have used some ppl twice. Apologies for the inadequacies o(TヘTo)

Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Portgas D. Ace, Sabo, Eustass Kid, Killer, Trafalgar D. Law

CW: GN! Reader, Alludes to sex, Boners, Biting, Virgin! Loser! Law

Edited: 6/29/25

Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy is enthusiastic when the two of you make out. He doesn't mind if there are other ppl around and would always try to seek you out during parties. Something abt the afterglow of a battle + being around his favorite ppl fires him up to wrap you up in his rubbery arms and kiss away your surprised gasps. Luffy usually tastes like meat, sweet barbecue sauce, and a hint of whatever tropical drink he was guzzling down prior.

His stretchy abilities easily allow him to feel closer than you then a normal body could. Coiling his arm around your waist multiple times like a statement belt only to pull you impossibly closer so he can shove his tongue deeper down your throat makes his head kinda light and eyelids heavy. Occasionally you explore his mouth too, but he always cheats and stretches his tongue forcing himself to take control.

Bonus: He has gotten carried away before and gotten you two tongue-tied. In his passion for open kisses, he found you struggling to pull away, panicked and wide-eyed as you pointed to the apparent knot between your tongues.

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro is a messy lover. When he gets his calloused hands on you he makes sure to hold your face as gently as he knows how. His lips are soft and he tastes strongly of sake and variations of cheaper booze. You could get drunk off his mouth from feeling and lingering alcohol together. His hands never stop cradling your face, he enjoys the soft moment of intimacy throughout so much violence in his life.

While he handles you with care, his tongue could be fighting you like a marine. Similar to his captain, he would much rather push himself into your mouth than have you take the lead. He also enjoys having you in his lap, while he rocks you back and forth. The motions of you rubbing his strong arms and chest while he loses himself in your lips may lead to something else up in the crow's nest.

Vinesmoke Sanji

Sanji prides himself on being a gentleman and yet all of his manners fly out the window when you push your tongue into his mouth. His facial hair tickles your face and sends tingling sensations to the rest of your body while his hands struggle to decide whether to rest on your waist or face. He tastes like mint, as his hygiene is impeccable, and pre-timeskip his upper lip may or may not have tasted like shaving cream.

The blond would gladly let you guide him through the motions as you move your tongues together. He would never brute force himself between your lips and adores how sweetly you place chaste kisses on the corners of his mouth before you reach him. he would love to keep you as close as possible, however even after a few minutes of making out your chef is going to need to sort out the growing tent in his pants.

Portgas D. Ace

I think Ace was shy at first and allowed you to take the reins due to his lack of experience. Not only would the makeout sesh be hot (haha) but sloppy too. Strings of saliva would fall from both your lips as you pant for air and Ace runs a hand through his messy hair. Blown out pupils stare at your mouth expectantly like a patient puppy waiting to be told he can have his treat.

In terms of taste he probably just tastes like his last meal and charred bits of food. Ace is going to be insatiable once you get him hooked on the feeling of your tongues intertwining and mouths moving against each other in ways that send sparks down his spine and into his shorts. I doubt he would mention his erection, but it's not like you can't exactly tell.

Sabo

Ugh. Sabo is a yapper and unfortunately not even making out can get him to shut up. Hot open-mouthed kisses pressed against his stupidly perfect lips would only lead to a cheeky smile and commentary on his luck. Sabo tastes like English breakfast tea, and while his appetite is almost as crazy as his brothers he often cleanses his palate with the hot beverage. While his arms circle your waist he makes sure to strip himself of his leather gloves if he hasn't already, wanting to feel your skin on his own.

You should be careful not to rile him up too much or he might burn your tongue. He hasn't had his devil fruit for long and deep emotion can easily set him off. Sabo enjoys making out best when you’re on top of him while he's lying down. During leisure moments in the Revolutionary army, he wants nothing more than to spend his days lazily sliding his tongue against yours and trying to memorize the cavern of your mouth.

Eustass Kid

Kid is the type to pat his lap while he spreads his legs and gestures for you to come sit. And I would absolutely fall for it every single time. Despite placing you on his knee the guy is 6'8 so I doubt you’re gonna be taller than him. Small kisses on his lipstick-clad lips only act to annoy him because you both know what he really wants from your mouth. When he finally gets bored of your games he decides to bite your lip and use your surprise to bring your open mouth to his own.

He has a lovely tongue piercing that sends a contrast of cold metallic steel whenever he runs it across the heat of your wet muscle. Sometimes he'll take his goggles off and let his bangs fall in front of his face, tickling your forehead in the process. While he is a rough lover, this is one of the few times when he lets his guard down and indulges himself in another. If you weren't wearing any lipstick beforehand he'll make sure you are by the end of this.

Killer

N/N: Killer wears a mask so you can't make out :(

Jk, I wouldn't be that mean to the 8 killer fans out there! If he does ever remove his mask and share something so personal like his own face with you, the first thing he wants to do is finally kiss and pirates aren't known to be the most self-restrained ppl so ofc your sweet kisses would lead into a steamy make-out session with the blond. For some reason, I can imagine this happening on the floor as both of you awkwardly stumble around on your knees until you fall into his lap.

As he gains more confidence he would move his hand behind your head to press you closer to him. He spent so long watching your lips grace everyone else in the crew with smiles and kisses on the cheek he can't seem to stop himself from wanting to reap all the times he should've taken you in his arms and he didn't. In terms of taste, unfortunately, due to his diet full of pasta, he will be tasting entirely like spaghetti.

Trafalgar D. Law

Law has watched movies and read books where people make out but acting out the scene himself? Entirely different playing field. He would be sitting uncomfortably on the edge of his bed as you stare up at him curiously. You've given each other quick pecks before (all that have led to wonderful wank bank material) but now it was time to get serious and fulfill a long time dream of his.

After hyping himself up for a few seconds he turns to you and you begin to crawl towards him on the bed. Finally making out for law is overwhelming, erotic, and kinda sweaty. He can't stop his palms from sweating and he doesn't want to weird you out by putting his damp hands on your body so he awkwardly keeps them by his side. He's already planning his escape to the bathroom after this encounter but it's worth it, especially bc the two of you are watching Sora, warrior of the sea: the germs of germa after this!

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cuckolding with roronoa zoro & vinsmoke sanji ಇ.

content cuckolding, rough sex, creampie, zoro is a beast, multiple rounds, marking, teasing, cumming untouched ｜ word count 2,243 words ｜ freakvember masterlist

zoro's grip on your hips tightens like iron vices, his calloused fingers digging into your soft flesh as he yanks you back onto his cock with a savage thrust. you're bent over the bed's edge, knees digging into the mattress, ass presented high while your face buries into the rumpled sheets that smell faintly of salt and sweat from the ship's quarters. the room is dim, lit only by a single lantern swinging gently with the rock of the waves outside, casting flickering shadows that dance across the walls. sanji's chair creaks in the corner, the ropes biting into his wrists and ankles as he strains against them, his golden hair disheveled, suit jacket askew from the earlier struggle.

zoro doesn't hold back. his thick shaft spears into your pussy, stretching the slick walls with a burn that borders on pain but tips into exquisite pleasure. each plunge forward forces a wet squelch from your core, your arousal coating his length in a glossy sheen that drips down to his heavy balls. they slap against your clit rhythmically, sending jolts up your spine that make your toes curl.

“fuck, you're tight,” zoro growls, voice rough like gravel, his breath hot on the back of your neck. he leans over you, chest pressing against your back, one hand sliding up to wrap around your throat—not squeezing, just holding, a possessive claim that makes your pulse race under his palm.

in the corner, sanji's blue eyes are wide, pupils blown with a mix of fury and lust. his pants are unbuttoned just enough from zoro's earlier taunting, the fabric strained over his erection. his cock throbs visibly, the tip pushing against the zipper, a bead of precum soaking through and darkening the material. he shifts in the chair, ropes holding him fast, but his hips twitch upward when zoro pulls out halfway, letting the lantern light catch the way your pussy lips cling to his veined girth, reluctant to release him.

“look at that,” zoro says, smirking over his shoulder at sanji. “your girl's cunt is sucking me in like it owns me. what, cook, you been skimping on the foreplay? no wonder she's this desperate.”

you moan into the sheets, the humiliation of sanji watching twisting in your gut like a knife, but it only makes your inner muscles clench harder around zoro's invading cock. he feels it, rewards you with a sharp slap to your ass that echoes in the small room, the sting blooming into heat that spreads through your limbs.

his thrusts pick up speed, hips snapping forward with the precision of a swordsman, each one driving deeper, hitting that spongy spot inside that makes your vision blur. your tits sway beneath you, nipples grazing the coarse fabric of the bed, hardening into peaks from the friction.

sanji's breath hitches, a low whine escaping his throat as he watches zoro's cock bottom out again, your juices splattering lightly with the force. his own length jerks in his pants, another spurt of precum leaking out, and he bucks his hips futilely, the chair scraping against the wooden floor.

“untie me, you bastard,” sanji hisses, but there's no real venom, just raw need lacing his words. zoro laughs, a deep rumble that vibrates through his body into yours.

“nah, this is too good. sit there and learn how to make her scream.”

zoro's free hand roams your body like he's mapping territory, fingers tracing the curve of your spine before dipping between your legs. he finds your clit, swollen and sensitive, and rubs rough circles that make your thighs quake. you push back against him instinctively, chasing the building pressure, your pussy fluttering around his pistoning shaft.

he bites down on your shoulder then, teeth sinking in just enough to break skin, a metallic tang mixing with the salt of your sweat. the mark throbs as he licks over it, soothing and claiming in one motion. “mine now,” he murmurs against your skin, thrusting harder to emphasize.

the room fills with the obscene symphony of flesh meeting flesh, your gasps and zoro's grunts mingling with sanji's frustrated pants. every time zoro angles his hips to grind against your g-spot, sanji's eyes fixate on the sight—your pussy stretched obscenely around zoro's girth, lips puffy and red, arousal slobbering down his balls.

sanji's cock pulses again, the wet spot on his pants growing, and he thrusts up into the air, a desperate motion that does nothing but heighten his agony. “she's... fuck, she's so wet for you,” sanji admits through gritted teeth, voice breaking, his face flushed crimson.

zoro pulls you up by the hair then, forcing your back to arch as he sits back on his heels, impaling you fully in one fluid motion. the new angle lets him hit even deeper, his cockhead nudging your cervix with each upward buck.

your head lolls back against his shoulder, mouth open in a silent cry as he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you in place while his other hand mauls your breast. he pinches the nipple hard, rolling it between thumb and forefinger until tears prick your eyes, pleasure-pain shooting straight to your core.

“tell him,” zoro demands, nipping at your earlobe. “tell this fucking cook how my cock feels splitting you open.”

the words spill out unbidden, fueled by the haze of lust. “it's... so big, sanji. fills me up completely. yours never... ah!” zoro cuts you off with a brutal thrust, making your words dissolve into a keen.

sanji's expression crumples, arousal warring with jealousy, but his cock betrays him, twitching harder as he watches zoro's hand slide down to spread your folds wider, exposing the lewd stretch to his view. “see that, cook? her pussy's molded to me now. bet you couldn't make her cream like this.”

he demonstrates, fingers pressing against your clit in firm strokes while he fucks up into you relentlessly. the pressure builds fast, a coil tightening in your belly, and you shatter with a wail, orgasm crashing over you like a wave.

your walls convulse around zoro's cock, milking him as juices gush out, soaking his thighs and the bed below. he doesn't stop, riding you through it, grunting as your spasming pussy tries to pull him deeper. sanji watches every second, hips jerking erratically, a dark stain spreading further on his pants as he leaks steadily, untouched and denied.

zoro finally stills, but only to flip you onto your back, spreading your legs wide. he hooks them over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half as he slams back in, the position letting him grind his pubic bone against your oversensitive clit. your hands scrabble at the sheets, nails digging in as he sets a punishing rhythm, cock dragging along your walls with each withdrawal and plunge.

he marks you up methodically now—leaning down to suck a bruise onto the swell of your breast, teeth grazing the nipple before latching on to draw it into his mouth. he sucks hard, tongue flicking the peak, while his hips never falter.

sanji's chair groans as he leans forward as much as the ropes allow, eyes devouring the way zoro's cock glistens with your combined fluids, plunging in and out of your sloppy hole.

“god, her tits... bouncing like that,” sanji mutters, voice hoarse, his own chest heaving. when zoro pulls back far enough that the head of his dick pops free, your pussy gaping slightly before he shoves back in, sanji bucks again, a strangled moan ripping from him. his cock strains, the outline clear, veins prominent under the fabric, tip weeping profusely.

zoro notices, of course. “enjoying the show, huh? your girl's taking it like a champ. watch how i wreck her.” he punctuates with a deep thrust, making you arch off the bed, a fresh wave of slick easing his way.

his hands pin your thighs down, thumbs pressing into the soft inner flesh, leaving imprints that will bruise purple by morning. he bites your inner thigh next, close enough to your pussy that his breath fans over your clit, making it throb. then he's back to fucking you, pace turning erratic as his own release nears.

you feel it building again, the overstimulation making every sensation sharper—the drag of his cock, the slap of skin, the way sanji's gaze feels like a physical touch. zoro's grunts grow louder, sweat dripping from his brow onto your stomach as he chases his peak.

“gonna cum inside you,” he warns, though it's more promise than anything. “fill this pussy while he watches. make you drip with me.” the words tip you over, second orgasm ripping through you, tighter than the first, your cry echoing off the walls as you clench down hard.

zoro roars, burying himself to the hilt and pulsing, hot ropes of cum flooding your depths. he thrusts through it, grinding deep to push it further, until it overflows, creamy white leaking out around his base. he stays seated inside you as he catches his breath, cock softening slightly but still plugging you full.

slowly, he pulls out, the wet pop audible, and your pussy twitches, expelling more of his spend onto the sheets. sanji's eyes are locked there, on the mess, his hips stuttering one final time before he slumps back, cock still hard and aching in his pants.

but zoro's not done. he glances at sanji with a predatory grin, then back to you, his hand trailing down your body to scoop up some of the leaking cum. he smears it over your clit, rubbing gently at first, then firmer as you whimper from the sensitivity.

“round two, sweetheart. gotta make sure he gets the full lesson.” he flips you onto your side, facing sanji now, so your boyfriend can see every expression on your face as zoro positions himself behind you. his cock, already hardening again from the sight of you sated and marked, nudges your entrance.

sanji's gaze meets yours, pleading and hungry, but zoro thrusts in before you can say anything, filling you anew with a groan. this angle lets him wrap an arm around you, hand cupping your breast while the other lifts your leg for better access. he fucks you slow at first, deliberate drags that make you feel every inch, every ridge.

“look at her eyes, cook,” zoro says, voice low and taunting. “rolling back already. you ever make her look like that?”

you can't help it; the pleasure builds languidly, coiling tight as zoro's fingers find your nipple again, pinching in time with his thrusts. sanji watches, transfixed, his cock throbbing untouched, another leak staining his thigh. when zoro speeds up, the wet sounds resuming, sanji bucks in response, the chair rocking.

“please... let me touch her,” sanji begs, but zoro just chuckles, biting your neck to leave another mark visible to sanji's view.

the swordsman varies his pace, pulling almost out before slamming in, making your body jolt. his free hand slips between your legs from behind, fingers joining his cock to rub your clit in tight circles. the dual stimulation has you babbling incoherently, hips grinding back to meet him. zoro's teeth graze your shoulder, then your arm, marking a trail of bites and sucks that will remind you of this for days.

“she's clenching again,” he announces to sanji. “bet you're jealous of how her pussy feels right now—hot, wet, begging for more.”

sanji is a mess, sweat beading on his forehead, lips parted as he pants. his erection looks painful, confined and leaking steadily, every glimpse of your joined bodies making him thrust into empty air. zoro leans closer to your ear, whispering filth.

“tell him you love my cock more. say it while i fuck you.” the command sends a thrill through you, and you do, voice breaking on a moan.

“i... i love zoro's cock, sanji. it's wrecking me... so much better.”

the admission pushes sanji over some edge; he groans deeply, hips jerking wildly as his cock spasms in his pants, cum soaking through the fabric in visible pulses. he cums untouched, humiliated and aroused, eyes never leaving the way zoro's shaft disappears into you. zoro laughs triumphantly, thrusting harder in reward, his own pace faltering as he nears release again.

“that's right, watch me claim what's yours.”

you cum with him this time, the sight of sanji's defeat tipping you into bliss, walls rippling around zoro's cock. he floods you once more, grunting as he pumps deep, then pulls out to let the excess drip down your thigh, visible to sanji's dazed stare. zoro unties the ropes lazily after, but sanji doesn't move right away, still processing the scene, his spent cock softening in the mess.

zoro pulls you into his lap then, cock nestling against your ass as he kisses your marked neck. “good girl,” he murmurs, while sanji finally stands on shaky legs, approaching with a mix of resentment and lingering heat in his eyes. the night isn't over yet—the air thick with possibility, the ship's sway urging more.

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# ‘zoro and his big neck’ MDNI

-> pairing: Roronoa Zoro x F!Reader

-> summary: Zoro has a huge neck. That equals to a canvas ready to be filled— with hickeys.

Fucking with Zoro is never not tiring. You need to hold something, and sometimes sheets aren’t enough. So you might clasp his back, bicep, hand or shoulders, it all depends on the position.

When he has you on your back, holding your legs beside your head and you feel like he’s hitting deeper than he ever did— what should you grip this time?

“Hold em’ here for me.” he groans, letting go of your legs as he leans down and presses a heated kiss to your lips. You moan in his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist.

That soft fat of your thighs rubs next to Zoro’s abs as he backs up. He looks down— he’s pretty amazed, mostly by how your legs twitch and massage his own skin, as well as where you two are connected.

You don’t exactly have the view, because his knees dig deep in the mattress and arch your back. Sometimes you might want to take a peek, but now? Now you need Zoro closer.

“C’mere.” you pant, holding your hand out towards his shoulder. He doesn’t say a word, just leans down, his pace never faltering one bit.

You raise your head and kiss his jawline, before leaving a few wet pecks against the right side of his face. Then you move to his chest and begin smooching his collarbone, moving up and seeing… How massive his neck was.

I mean, you already knew why it was bigger than usual. From his three sword style technique to his intense training with Mihawk, and his usual training style.

His contracting muscles were glistening with sweat, a bead dripping on your breast. You let your head fall back down on the bed, looking at him.

Zoro noticed your expression change— from that face only he makes you do, to your usual concentrated one, with a glimpse of pleasure.

He raised an eyebrow while you were lost in your thoughts, thinking how you never really noticed that. After all, it wasn’t so hard to miss.

He knew you were weak for his muscles, he always invited you to watch him train. “Let’s flip” you rasped, and he nodded. You already have a thought in your mind.

Zoro does not care about how he’s taking you but because he’s so heavy, he doesn’t comment when you ask to change places or positions. He understands if things get uncomfortable.

Next thing you know, you were riding him, and yet he was in control. You only wanted to leave hickeys on his neck. So as he continued thrusting in you, you began kissing up his chest.

You both had different goals. From actual dreams in real life, to short lists for the bedroom. Right now, Zoro’s priority is to make you feel good. Yours is, like I said before, to mark his pretty neck.

So after making him shiver with feather like touches and warming him up with kisses, you reached his neck. Both your orgasms were building up, your heated breaths speeding up.

Zoro saw it in your eyes, you were planning something. but he trusted you. He always did. He never once doubted you, so as he raised his knees and planted his arms around your waist, you bit him.

Not a hot, sensual hickey. Or a playful munch. A hungry, territorial bite. Did he pull that one out from you? What could he possibly have done to make you bite him like this? It doesn’t matter anymore, because he let out a growl and came on the spot, deep inside.

You didn’t stop either, continuing a series of dotted marks around his neck, as well as letting him ride his orgasm. You approached yours, legs twitching.

“Wow, your muscles are really tense.” you whispered as he pulled out. You snuggled in the crook of his neck and massaged the muscle.

“I felt it with my teeth. I should massage you sometime.” you offered. “Sure, but now shuddup.” he turned to his side, letting you curl into him.

“I’ll ask Chopper for some ointment. Or wanna get ya all slick with booze?” you laughed, earning some mumbled curses in answer.

# a/n - this is just some warmup for that law smut i was requested. pls tell me what i did wrong, because i’m just running on low hours of sleep for a week now. hope i didn’t get the marimo out of his character but i imagine zoro a little loosened up with his partner, mostly when it’s just the two of them

[levisl0ver-1]

Zoro Thoughs

MDNI!!!

contents-voyeurism(?), penetrative sex, mentions of squirting, mentions of fingering, fem reader, masturbation, eating pussy, tongue fucking, teasing, established relationship, overstim(?), lazy zoro, multiple rounds

I don't know why but i swear Zoro would be the type to like watching.

Like, watching you touch yourself teaches him what you like. Light circles on your clit, deep slow strokes of his fingers inside you, he definitely loves to learn things about you.

He may not initiate intimacy as much as you do but that doesn't mean he would turn it down. Zoro just doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, but maybe later in the relationship he will start to initiate more.

I also genuinely think that after you've made yourself come for him, he'll walk to you, cock straining, just to make you come again by doing the same things you did, but better.

Zoro may or may not be turned on by watching you touch yourself so much to the fact that he jerks off while making you sit and grind your pussy all over his face...

I think he would start to fuck your creamy, spitty little slit after he already made you cum on his tongue at least twice.

The thing is, he's so lazy with it but it feels so good. Slow drags of tongue on your tight hole, lazy flicks on your twitching bud, fucking you slow with his tongue...

Then, when he finally pushes inside, depending on how needy he is he'll either lazily fuck you until you've had enough or just pound you til your crying and squirting all over his leaking length.

Stay with me now, don't ya'll think Zoro would lowk make you make eye contact with him while you touch yourself?? It makes him harder than a fucking rock.

He most definitely makes you circle your sensitive bud slowly, saying something about "self control" or something like that.

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Ykw thats it😭🙏🏼

[cntloup]

⎯⎯ ୨ jealousy ୧ ⎯⎯

18+ mdni

zoro x fem!reader

cw: jealous sex, rough, piv, fluff at the end

a/n: sorry the quotes are bright and it's kinda hard to read in day mode :')

"zo, a~ah fuck,"

you breathe out sharply, a gasp leaving your parted lips as zoro hits the spot, again.

"p-please i n-need to~ahh..."

it's torturous. mind-numbing. how he has you all sprawled out beneath him, his giant form pressed against you, thin layer of sweat covering both your bodies as he fucks you so, so deliberately slow.

"tell me, sweet girl,"

a sly smirk colors his lips, eye glinting viciously in the dim moonlight.

"what do you need?"

oh he's so cruel! he knows full well what he's doing to you.

"please i-"

you gulp, glossy eyes looking back at him through damp lashes.

"i need to cum."

"oh, do you now?"

zoro scoffs, practically mocking you.

"why don't you"

—thrust—

"ask him"

—thrust—

"to make you cum?"

the way he's pounding into your puffy pussy is bruising your insides, but you're in no state to care.

his rough hands grip your hips bruisingly, leaving traces of his presence on your skin.

the aching pleasure is too overwhelming as zoro plunges his thick cock inside your gooey tight walls with such fervor and determination to mark you, deep inside, as his own. his fat tip carving his name onto your cervix.

"such a good slut for me... so pretty and pliant~"

he grunts, his ever-present smirk glowing.

your head spins, dizzy and lost in a euphoric haze as you try to grasp anything to ground yourself, shaky hands raking the muscles of his back and broad shoulders as zoro goes on with his brutal thrusts.

"tch. foolish girl," he scoffs, "you think the shitty cook could fuck you like this?"

you and sanji are just friends.

and friends are... well... friendly, right?

wrong!

not according to the great swordsman.

you've been a little bit too friendly to, of all people, sanji.

you've been hugging and kissing each other, laughing together nonstop for the past few days while zoro stood in the back, sulking to himself.

you got yourself into this predicament.

you babble incoherently, brain turned into a literal mush and barely registering his words. it just feels so, so good.

"answer me!"

a raging growl leaves zoro's mouth as he lightly slaps your face and grabs your jaw, seething eye locked onto your unfocused ones.

"look at me, pretty girl."

he orders as you slowly come back to reality.

"you think he could?... huh?"

you shake your head, mouthing a 'no'. zoro chuckles at your dazed state.

"gonna cum f'me, pretty?

his thrusts get more deliberate, determined to give you the release you so desperately desire.

his hips slam into yours with such force that you think you're gonna fall apart.

his hand reaches between your bodies, calloused fingers landing on your swollen clit, rubbing and pinching the sensitive bud to stimulate you even further.

his movements get more sloppy by the second, heavily grunting and groaning in your ear as he gradually approaches his climax.

"z- zorooo... fuck... oh my god!"

"that's it, baby... let go... 'm right there with you."

your moans of pleasure mingle together in a symphony of pure euphoria as you cum together.

your bodies are still tangled together, hot and wet, embracing each other in the aftermath of a heated intimacy.

zoro rests his forehead against yours as you're both left breathless still.

he leans in slowly, capturing your lips in a tender kiss, so soft and gentle as his hand brushes against your cheek.

"baby...?"

"hm?"

"you're ok, right?" zoro asks, eyebrows knitted in concern.

you nod with a blissful smile. he sighs in relief.

"i know that... we've never... really..." he trails off nervously, "had like... this type of sex and... i'm sorry if i crossed a line or anything."

your heart melts at his sincerity.

"no need to be sorry. i loved every second of it. but you need to know, if deep down you don't, sanji and i are just friends. and friends do stupid shit like that. there's nothing to worry about. i'm all yours, zo." you reassure him.

"i know. it's just that... he's so much better at this than i am, you know?... romance and stuff like that." he replies, his vulnerability slowly seeping through the cracks you made on his sturdy walls through the years of being together.

"don't tell me you're worried that sanji might steal me away. zo, i love you. only you. and i know you. you don't need to win me over with honeyed words and grand gestures." you smile wholeheartedly and caress his face.

he's silent, taking in your words of reassurance as his eye explores yours, finding only honesty and sincerity along with the profound affection you hold for him deep in your heart.

zoro says nothing, only leans in and kisses you, breathing you in as his hold on you tightens. and you hold him back so close that your chests press together, kissing him passionately as your hearts beat together in a synchronized music of love.

[eustasskidagenda]

☆enough now

— ft.Roronoa Zoro

everyone is aware that zoro has insane reflexes. excepted when his attention is solely focused on you... and mihawk is always the one suffering from his student behavior. A/N: based on this request. enjoy the meal.☆ CW: f!reader, suggestive but not too explicit WC: 630

one piece masterlists. ☆ my ko-fi

Zoro’s hands grip your thighs possessively as he deepens the kiss, his body presses against yours on the luxurious dining table. Holding back a giggle, you wrap your legs tighter around Zoro’s waist and break the kiss. “Maybe we should stop or I fear poor old Mihawk’s heart will give up.” 

But Zoro just shrugs, capturing your lips in another searing kiss, his hands roaming over your body possessively. He trails open-mouthed kisses down your neck, ignoring the risk of being caught—again. After all, Mihawk witnessed worse than two of his unwanted guests kissing on his furniture. Like, this time when he opened the door of the kitchen only to find out Zoro buried deep inside you, your hands clawing the wall, back arched at an obscene angle and your high-pitched voice begging for more and more. 

“Poor Mihawk…” You sigh but Zoro shrugs. 

“Poor Mihawk? He’s the one who walked in while I was balls deep inside ya.”

And all he did was sigh and walk out in silence. With a smirk, Zoro slides his hands under your shirt to brush your stomach, your chest, and then, your hardened nipples. 

You wish you had enough mental strength to tell Zoro to stop, or at least go to his room, but then his lips catch yours again and your brain melts, all coherent thoughts leaving your mind, replaced by sighs of desperate need to feel more of him. His warmth, his touch, his strong body totally caging yours in a protective embrace. Fuck, you love everything about Zoro’s touch and body. 

You grip Zoro’s hair, guiding his head lower until his mouth leaves a trail of kisses along your neck. In a shudder, you throw your head back. He presses his lips harder against your pulse point, inhaling the scent of your skin, marking it with gentle bites before crossing your gaze. His eye is burning with barely restrained desire, shining almost as much as his earrings glowing under the dimmed lights of the gloomy castle. 

“When you kiss me so good… all I wanna do to ya… is fuck ya right on this table…” He murmurs, gripping your hips tightly to steady him rather than you. You wrap your arms around his strong neck, pulling him into another heated kiss. 

“You will deal with the consequences. You started this.” 

Zoro barely shrugs, grinding harder against you. His brain is soup right now. He knows he shouldn’t do this. Intimacy is always better when he knows he can fuck you as hard and loud as he wants to… but damn, you’re so desirable, his instincts are taking over his precious self-control. Almost in a hurry, Zoro messily takes off your pants and underwear, manhandling you like a ragdoll, spreading your legs wide open to allow his massive body to fit between your thighs. Lazily, he barely pulls down his pants, his fat cock slapping against his stomach. He gives his length a few lazy pumps before slamming into you in one rough thrust. “Always squeezing me so tight…” He grunts against your neck. 

“Poor Mihawk will have to eat his dinner off a surface covered with sweat and—” 

“Shut up with Mihawk, I—” 

The door opens softly on the poor owner of this castle. As elegant as always, Mihawk remains collected, his piercing gaze taking in the sight of the situation with a sigh. “I’ll skip dinner. And you will clean this table.” He says flatly, his eyes flicking between Zoro still buried deep inside you, the mess you made on his precious table and you, legs wide open, totally stretched around Zoro’s girth .“There are rooms for these activities, kids.” 

With a sigh, Mihawk simply leaves the room, too tired to fight against those annoying, unwanted guests. But Yoru will talk to Zoro harshly during tomorrow's training.

©eustasskidagenda || do not rewrite, translate, modify or copy my content - i’ll break ur spine.

[sundew199]

Bikini

a/n: tbh idk what this is, I got bored and wrote this down real quick lmao.

tags: Roronoa Zoro x f!reader, oral!f receiving, fingering, smut, Zoro being a tease, multiple orgasms

Wearing Bikinis around Zoro is a dangerous game, and you know it.

Nami has no problem sharing her wardrobe with you and you have no problem going through her drawers and finding the tiniest bikini to wear, knowing it was going to draw the eye of a certain swordsman who prided himself on restraint.

It always starts off the same, strutting out behind Nami to the deck and lounging on the chairs to get a tan, reading a magazine through the oversized sunglasses as the wind keeps you cool from the glaring sun. Zoro naps just off the side where the chairs are, always taking notice when you walk out. He never gives a reaction, other than a huff and crossing his leg over his knee as he resumes his nap. But that was always tame.

The intensity between the desire only known between you and him would vary on the situation in which you chose to flaunt your body. He'd always tell you how good you looked when pressing you against the door of his cabin while burying two fingers deep inside of you, after he got you alone finally. And you always melted to gruff voice in your ear as he spoke about how badly he wanted to spread your legs apart in front of everyone.

It was a fun game between you and him, always was, but lately you'd been feeling daring, wanting to push the limits of his control.

Luffy had docked at an island a day ago in search of re-supplying the food storage, and knowing this wouldn't be a quick stop, you were taking advantage of that fact.

A resort on the island is where you found yourself lounging, sporting the new bikini you bought with Nami and Robin the day before while "window shopping." It wasn't as small as the ones you'd borrow from her, but it didn't leave much to the imagination either.

"I'm going to the bar to get a few free drinks." Nami declared while rising from the lounge chair, pulling the thin shawl over her shoulders. "Want me to bring something back for you?"

"No, I'm good." Holding up your half full drink the bartender brought by a few minutes ago, the light buzz beginning already. Nami shrugged without another word and disappeared back inside.

Knowing she'd be gone for a while, you tipped your sunglasses back down and decided on a nap. The sun continued to warm your skin as you slept, barely falling into a deep sleep, remaining semi-alert.

A shadow came to cast over you sometime later, blocking the sun and startling you awake. You should've known Zoro would've found you sooner or later, pushing your sunglasses down to stare at the figure standing above you. No one else was at the pool and that want in the back of your head sprang forth, seeing the opportunity. Zoro started with his usual small talk, as if anyone else were around to figure out what was going on between you and him. It was cute, he was always so flustered when he tried not to be and it only made him all the more desirable.

Playing hard to get with him, while also convincing him to cool off in the pool, you sat on the edge with you feet in the water, reclining back on your palms and giving him the perfect view of your body. The gears were turning behind his eye, willingly taking the bait and stripping down, jumping into the water and splashing you. Thankfully you weren't drenched, but still splashing him in the face with your feet in retaliation. He waded around a bit before finally admitting this was nice, and you shamelessly followed the water droplets cascading down his arms and chest. There'd never be a more attractive man than Zoro.

"Well since you haven't said anything yet, what do you think?" Asking him after a moment, motioning to yourself hoping he'd spot the new swimwear. He stood in the water, pushing his hair back and looking you up and down, expression neutral which never not got annoying with you.

"It's nice. A new one?"

"Mhm." Moving your feet in the water as if to beckon him closer. "Bought it yesterday with Nami and Robin while we were shopping."

His eye narrowed and waded closer to where you sat, one corner of his mouth curling at the realization that you bought it specifically for him. He didn't have to ask, he knew and gave his gratitude to the universe for it just being you and him at the pool.

"Even though you have hundreds already?" Grabbing you by the ankle and pulling himself between your legs. The depth of the pool was deep enough to not turn incredibly shallow, the water coming up to his waist as he stood up straight.

"What's one more? You seem to like them, no matter how many I have." Lowering your tone, fluttering your lashes in a knowing way, snapping the waistband of your bottoms, noticing how his eye followed your movements. Zoro palmed your knee and lifted it so your foot could rest on the edge, spreading you apart, making your heart skip a beat.

Surely you thought you'd have to entice him a little more to get what you wanted, though you weren't complaining in the slightest either.

"If that's what you gotta tell yourself to justify buying another one." Smirking, leaning down to kiss the inside of your knee, pulling the same leg farther apart. Zoro wasn't a man who wasted time, and for a split second you snapped out of your haze and pulled your leg back. Anyone could come out and see the two of you, know exactly who you were and you suddenly remembered Nami wasn't back either.

"Want to get a room?" Almost whispering as you tried to get up, Zoro instantly keeping you still and where you sat, shaking his head.

"No."

Dragging his tongue past your knee and more into your inner thigh, slowly blinking at you like a man drunk on the finest alcohol. A throb hit between your legs, seeing as he wasn't stopping, dragging his tongue closer and closer to where you were aching. And that moment of hesitation was gone the second his other hand brought your other leg out of the water, slinging it over his shoulder.

"Are you sure?"

He stopped. Huffing through his nose and clicking his tongue.

"The amount of times you tease me in front of everyone when I just want to pull these to the side is enough for me to be sure about not getting a room." Doing as he said and hooking his finger behind the fabric of your bottoms and pulling them to the side, revealing your needy pussy. Zoro chuckled and yanked the fabric back more, ensuring it wouldn't slip and blowing a breath of air, making you shiver and bite back a moan.

"Fuck." Whispering to yourself, unable to take your eyes off the moss-haired man between your legs, crouched in the water as he admired your cunt.

His lips returned to peppering kisses along your inner thigh, teasing you for all the times you teased him, taking his time like he had an unlimited amount.

"Try not to be too loud, yeah?" Muttering up at you, leaving no time for you to respond as his tongue split your folds, laving over your clit and repeating the action. A hand flew to your mouth, nearly loosing balance as the hot wet muscle of his tongue familiarized itself with your pussy. The leg thrown over his should bent as he focused on your clit, flicking the end of his tongue and drawing shapes. Zoro knew what he was doing as he looked up, laughing and leaving a small kiss.

Adjusting his stance and pulling you more towards the edge, he wrapped his hands around your thighs and dove in. All you could feel was his tongue moving over every inch between your legs, his nose nudging your clit and the muffled vibrations of his grunts and groans. You worried you'd give it all up sooner than you wanted, but Zoro looked to have no intentions of stopping.

And that's how it was when you unexpectedly came a second later, biting your tongue so hard you swore it was bleeding. He came off then, laughing and licking his lips, hoisting himself out of the water and giving you a messy open mouth kiss before lowering himself once more. It was embarrassing, but not as much anymore as this wasn't the first time something like this happened. Thankfully a dedicated man spread your legs apart, perch your feet on the edge and parted your folds with his thumbs, almost as if he were inspecting you.

"Fuck, still clenching around nothing." Taunting and running his tongue back over your hole, barely giving you enough time to catch the moan that slipped out. Zoro chuckled again, clicking his tongue in a feigned disapproving manner and glanced up at you.

"How many orgasms do you think I can get out of you?"

God he was insufferable sometimes.

"Maybe one more." Figuring that was reasonable enough given the circumstances. Zoro nodded his head, pushed his hair back and teased his middle finger at your entrance.

"One on my fingers and then one more on my tongue." Plunging the middle finger in and smiling to how your body crumbled, shook from overstimulation and the need for more all at once. You were loosing the battle of trying to stay quiet miserably, throwing your head back and bruising your poor bottom lip with your teeth.

But Zoro was a man on a mission, slowly pumping his finger in and out, allowing you to adjust before shoving a second one in there. It felt so good and so overwhelming you could barely think, mindlessly grinding your hips into the air against his fingers scissoring inside of you. He soothed you with kisses to your inner thighs again, sneaking in a few nips and dragging his teeth across your supple flesh. He loved the way you were melting into the ground, how badly you wanted to scream out and beg for him to fuck you, he loved this little game that brought him to this moment.

"Fuck Zoro, keep going I'm close." Huffing pathetically as your toes curled against the edge of the pool, nearly laying flat against the payment as the slick wet sound of his fingers moving in and out of you echoed in your ears.

"Already?"

And you knew he was being a tease again, but not having enough control to snap back at him, dumbly nodding and forcing yourself to look and moaning aloud. Zoro shuttered to the sound of your weak moan, curling his fingers inside of you and pressing his thumb against your clit, moving it in circles. More moans that got louder and louder came from you, clenching down on his fingers and barely warning him before you came again.

Chuckling triumphantly and easing his fingers out of you, he licked them clean, hoisting himself up again to give you a sweeter kiss this time.

"Do you have one more in you baby?" Because he really didn't want to push you too far.

Grabbing the side of his face after returned to standing in the water, you nodded. "Yeah, but I can't guarantee I'll last."

Already wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you back towards the edge of the pool, he nodded. "Fine with me."

The pace in which he moved against your pussy was slower, sensual even, knowing you were sensitive and overstimulated but wanted to make you cum just one more time. It helped relax you as he traced disconnected shapes and letters over your pussy, dropping down to your elbow and using the other hand to grope at your tit, thumb over the hard nipple through the fabric.

Zoro moaned softly against you, making out with your pussy and daring to reach up, freeing the opposite tit and engulfing it with his hand.

You were putty, his slow moving tongue and fingers were sending chills and tingles up your spine and throughout your body, and out of world sensation that only came with him.

"Feel so good." Slurring as you dropped your hand down into his hair, hissing through your teeth as he twisted and pulled your nipple with his fingers.

"Mhm." Not bothering to come up to give you a proper answer, just blinking and swirling his tongue over the entirety of your clit, looking even drunker than when this all started.

His teeth barely nipped at your clit and you jolted, let out the loudest moan compared to the others, and Zoro reminded you to stay quiet with a tap to your tit. But it was hard, realizing your third orgasm had been building much faster than you expected, tightening your hand in his hair, catching his attention.

"Fuck, I just want to get a room with you here and let you fuck me till neither of us can come anymore." Feeling his tongue move faster, his determination being lit anew against your pussy.

Zoro smothered his face between your legs, tracing every part of you before sucking your clit into his mouth, knowing it was a sure fire way to push you over the edge. And he was right, watching your eyes roll back into your head and you legs twitch beside him, a gush hitting his face and the satisfaction that he'd gotten to do what he always wanted to do when you teased him with your bikinis.

All your energy was depleted, barely sitting up on your elbows as Zoro laved the mess along your inner thighs, greedily making sure he didn't miss a single drop. There was no way you'd be able to walk, feeling like jello down to the bone.

Getting out of the pool and grabbing the extra towel that belonged to Nami, Zoro wrapped it around his waist and held out his hand for you to take. It was laughable the way you almost fell over the second you were on two legs, thankful for the man beside you keeping you steady.

After helping you back on the lounge chair, he stood over you with this smug look on his face.

"What?" Asking him, dropping your sunglasses back down to avoid the glare of the sun.

"Just making sure you're good before I go inside."

"I'm fine." Waving him off. Zoro walked around to where you drink sat on the table between the lounge chairs, handing it to you and coming in close.

"Good, but I'd rest up, we're gonna have a long night tonight."

And it wasn't until after he kissed your cheek and walked off did you understand what he meant, laughing under your breath and deciding to take his advice, resuming your nap under the sun, despite the excitement for later running rampant through your veins.

[eustasskidagenda]

☆bring me home

— ft.Sabo

sabo is a giver. he's giving his blood, his tears, his sweat, to save everyone. but sometimes, he needs a shelter, a home: your arms. A/N: based on this request. enjoy the meal.☆ CW: f!reader, oral sex, praises, hickeys, creampie, established relationship, v sex, body worship WC: 1,4k

one piece masterlists. ☆ my ko-fi

“It’s never easy… you know? To see people suffering…” Sabo nuzzles into your touch, his body tired and worn from the long mission he just came back. Oh, to be the second of the Revolutionary Army is an honor, but to carry the burden and hope of all the innocents, to have so many lives depending on your guidance, your words, your orders.. 

…It’s tough.

It’s tough to give blood, sweat, and tears without knowing if at the end of the day, the mission will be a failure or another small step to take down the government. 

“It’s never easy, but you’re doing your best.” 

Sabo wraps his warm arms around you, pulling you close as he inhales your sweet perfume lingering in the air to soothe his nerves. His gloved hands runs through your hair, brushing gently before reaching for your chin. “Will you give me the kiss you promised me now? The one supposed to remind me I’m back home, with you.” 

Heart swollen with affection, pride, and love for this man ready to risk his life for his ambitions, his values, and the safety of his loved ones— you don’t speak, you just catch his lips in a gentle kiss. You missed his warmth, the soft caress of his lips against yours, the way his hands automatically reach for your neck or the small of your back. It’s filled with emotion—relief, love, and the remnant stress from the mission. Sabo breaks away briefly to whisper, “I need more,” before capturing your lips again, his hands tightening their grip on your body, as if anchoring himself to you—his home. “Need to feel your skin, let me touch you, please,” he almost sighs in relief as you nod. He starts unbuttoning your shirt and pushing it off your shoulders to kiss your collarbone, then your chest and finally, your stomach. “So beautiful,” he whispers reverently. His gloves against your skin, but when he strips them off… your whole body quiver. His touch is so alive, so warm, so gentle. Loving hands yet able to crush and snap necks if needed. “Too many days without you…” 

“I’m here now. You’re safe with me.” You promise him, laying him down on the mattress, but it doesn’t soothe him enough to ease his racing mind. His chest heaves slightly as you untie his frilled cravat and unbutton his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest. Lightly, you trace the shape of the burn mark on his face, Sabo’s eyes fluttering close at your delicate touch. “You know what I love the most about your body?” 

“Tell me?” 

With a playful smirk curving your lips, you lean in to whisper to his ear. “I’ll do better than to tell you. I’ll show you.” 

“Be my guest,” Sabo answers with a tired yet curious tone, his fingers caressing your side and tracing circles around your nipple. 

Delicately, you brush his hair— blonde, soft. “It makes him look like an angel.” 

Your angel.

You keep going with the shape of his face before parting his lips gently and he can’t help himself but kissing your fingertips. “Your smile. It shines so much, it could rival the sun.” 

Right now, your touch is like a balm to his weary soul as you trace intricate patterns on his chest, leaving hickeys everywhere you can, whispering all the things you love about him: his muscles, his arms perfect for hugs and cuddles, his neck you love to kiss, his chest and the sweet melody of his heartbeat, his waist — especially when your legs are wrapped around it. “Everything about me is yours.” Sabo brushes your wrist. “Yours to love, to kiss, to touch, to mark… to do whatever you want. I’m yours, totally yours.” 

Oh, this man and his pretty mouth and words.

You press a kiss right against his pulse point. It’s the most soothing sound in your world—it reminds you your sweet revolutionary is back home, alive. That your angel is still here. Sabo reaches for your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as a silent promise he will always come home but you both know future is uncertain and all you can have is a present to cherish and a future to dream about, hoping it will become a reality. “I’m not done,” you murmur, taking back your hand to keep going with your kisses and caresses on his stomach, toned abs—his skin is so warm right there. 

Sabo’s breath hitches as your hands reach his pants, his hips lifting slightly in anticipation. He bites his bottom lip, watching you with heavy-lidded eyes. “You really love every part of me, don’t you?” He asks, his voice barely audible. “Keep going… please…” 

Teasingly, you unbutton his pants as slow as possible before pushing his pants and underwear down, his hard cock slapping against his stomach. Your mouth waters at this sight. Every part of him… is appealing. It’s almost a fight against yourself to keep going with your slow, gentle explorations, your mouth tracing open-mouthed kisses along Sabo’s legs and inner thighs until your hot breath hosts over his cock. It throbs and twitches desperately for attention. A soft whimper escapes him when you lock your gaze to his while your lips hover just above his length. 

“Please…” He begs, voice shaky, thick with fatigue, need,  his hips rolling forward, seeking more closeness. 

You leave a trail of kisses on his length, each press sending electric shocks through Sabo’s body. His hands clench into fists at his sides, trying to hold back from grabbing your hair and guiding your mouth onto his aching cockhead. “F—Fuck—” he bites out, his hips rolling again. “Mo—” A loud, broken moan tears from his throat as your warm mouth envelops his entire length. Your hands grip his thighs, holding him in place as you swirl your tongue around his tip and girth. Panting, Sabo’s fingers tangle in your hair to hold onto something real amidst the overwhelming sensation. The taste of his precum rolls on your tongue as you coat his length with saliva, a trail of drool hanging at the corner of your lips. Sabo wipes it. “Fuck… I’ll always be a sinner for you.” You release his cock with a wet pop.

“I need more of you,” you confess, lifting up your skirt in a hurry, pulling aside your panties. You rub Sabo’s cock along your wet slit, throwing your head back at the familiar sensation before sinking down his length slowly, inch by inch. Mesmerized, Sabo’s eyes flicker between your face and mouth open in a perfect ‘O’, the hypnotic roll of your hips and how your cunt takes all of him so perfectly, stretched around his girth and making the sloppiest, sloshing obscene sounds with each of your slow moves. 

“Riding me like a goddess…” He lifts his body up, wrapping his arms tightly around you, pressing his chest against yours. One of his hands brushes your hair as he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, letting you hear all the pretty moans you elicit from him with each roll of your hips. 

It’s intoxicating. His praises. His cock kissing your sweet spot is so good your eyes roll back. His fingers caressing your back dewy with sweat, his palms cupping your ass cheeks, guiding your rhythm before returning to their gentle holding. He’s keeping you close to him as if he were afraid you could disappear if he dared close his eyes.

You grind your hips in circles, burying his cock as deep as possible, your head throwing back each time Sabo kisses the sensitive spot behind your ear. The devastating motion of your hips is… “You feel… incredible,” He whispers against your skin, his hips lifting slightly to meet yours. “You’re always bringing me home.” 

“I’m your home.” 

The only thing Sabo manages to answer is a broken moan—your walls are squeezing him so tight his cock throbs inside you, bringing him closer to the edge despite your slow, loving pace. “So good…” he whimpers, panting, his cheeks turning into an adorable, deep shade of pink. You run your hands through his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and kiss his temple. “You’re making me feel s’good too—”  

Your words ignite something inside his chest. With an adorable, soft whine, he whispers your name like a prayer, buries his face in your neck as he fills you up with thick, hot cum until it leaks down his length and your thighs. “Fuck—” He pants. “Sorry… I wanted… To last longer. But you feel too good.” 

You brush his nose. “I have all my time to tell you and show you how much I adore, love you.” 

©eustasskidagenda || do not rewrite, translate, modify or copy my content - i’ll break ur spine.

[sugar-petals]

❤️‍🔥 i take that as a yes. (18+ MDNI) │ZORO x bounty hunter!reader fic [5k]

💦 summary ⇥ the handsome swordsman on your hit list clearly has an oral fixation.

⚠️ no ai prompts used, all writing is original ♡︎

[🔥T A G S .] » smut, hooking up, lethal doggy & ride combo to K.O. your local swordsman ⚔️, masturbation + oral (f receives, guy's a pleaser), intox kink, licking feet, using a katana for clit stim, zoro is obsessed w/ pussy & deepthroating his booze bottle he is so bisexual 🌈😭, harmless use of haki during sex, unclear dom/sub roles

[ read it on ao3 ]

↬ aye @ all my fellow zoro girlies don't forget to reblog & comment if you liked it, enjoy 🫦👋🏼

💌 a/n. zoro = king of the mating press 🥴🥳 OPLA is bringing all the zoro hard hours mood right back, it simply had to be written. cause i fucking love me a good 'pretend enemies to bed chem explosion' trope 😏✌🏼 especially when he has the stamina

© 2017 sugar-petals. all rights reserved. no reposts allowed. for entertainment purposes only. do not copy, translate, or distribute my writing. 

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„So that looks nice and wet, doesn’t it.“

„Mh, it does.“

Upon your request, Zoro teased your clit with the golden hilt of Kitetsu, however not opting to poke it through your panties too much. Everything in easy moderation: At first. The sheath, of course, was still on, and the ship gym was locked twice: You already were one sneaky intruder enough.

„C’mon. Just make me drunk already,“ he continued to pretty much growl in your ear, but with a smirk so humored, Zoro was barely as intimidating as his recent grisly bounty picture had suggested. The scars, dark clothes and everything. He was actually quite charismatic now that you saw him up close. The scary poster was good promo, though.

Seated and somehow crooked, Zoro leaning against the wooden wall panels of the gym so very cheekily, lazily, bottle in hand, was all too inviting anyway.

The money you could collect for catching him could honestly wait. The fight you’d have, too.

Those pants were too tight not to peel off first, which you did, no time to waste.

Hooking your red lacquered nails into his training gear, which seemed both modern and traditional in tailoring, gave you a real high. Tight waist… toned hips. So nice. Master of the blade, Zoro had no pubes to speak of, either. Everything nice and groomed, all the way down from his hardbody abs that truly made you stop and stare. Zoro had no problems being your eye candy. He just felt a lot of thirst.

„You want to provoke? Open your mouth, then,“ you picked up his generously full bottle, undoubtedly the size of the tent in his wrap underwear. Zoro did as you said, downing the first gulp, or rather a series of it, with a satisfied chuckling sound. More than a quarter of the delicious fizzy liquor was gone in a hot minute or less. You really wanted him inside, damn. The smell of sea salt in his spiked-up hair mixed with his laissez-faire body language really was a surefire bull‘s eye for you.

„That one gives me such a buzz,“ he confirmed, letting the rough taste linger on his aggravated tongue. „If only we could take this a little further, Miss. It’s not like we can sword fight if my crew mates are asleep. We need an… alternative for that, heh.“

You damn well did. This place clearly wasn’t big enough to go all out with the pompous slices and jabs and lunges and jumps and 360 attacks, was it.

Well then. A second swallow, and a lousy third, until you put the bottle down to remove your underwear rather unceremoniously. Time to speed this up a little. Zoro admired what he saw with a huge, bold smile pretty much immediately.

You were turned on like crazy from hearing his husky voice ask you this alone.

One of the bouncy black training mattresses that Zoro often used to buffer jumps - and to protect the floor from dumbbells… plus himself - he quickly pulled close to raise his brows towards, suggesting rather than urging. He came on strong, and his ambition was not a lie, but he was laid-back as hell, too.

 „So… What position does my assassin fancy before taking me out?“

That just had to make you laugh.

Zoro had been fascinating you ever since the news broke how a former pirate hunter now loyally chopped up island tyrants for the craziest, most fantastic-elastic individual of all time (for heaven’s sake, Monkey D. Luffy’s bounty could settle your village for fifty lifetimes). So why not seek him out if he’s in the vicinity of your hunting grounds, you thought.

Why not? You dared yourself to get some pretty dick. Entire islands spoke about how great sword number four looked after people were spying on him in the local onsens. Peeping being a creep move aside… Just paying him a visit with clear intentions seemed to pay off quite pleasantly, with no onsen needed to undress this stellar body of his. The bulge you’d uncovered had an impressive straight shape and much to hold on to. Unwrapping him further, you really did start to get to the bottom of things.

This is what you came for.

A tan flush bordering coral depth around the sculpted, balanced tip, a sleek shaft between crazy girth and wispy slimness. And yes, above: A line that separated where the sun had kissed his torso right above his belt seam. It should have looked funny, but Zoro made it work. Especially because he was completely erect already.

„Geez… You know damn well,“ you climbed onto the mattress after deciding to go forward with this, liking what you saw. On all fours, suggestive: Catty, but curling your feet. Zoro could see everything from where he sat like a darn statue. Even your top came off now. Statue was no more, he started moving. Time to join his esteemed guest on the feathery mattress.

What a nice fucking outline, he thought to himself, almost half mumbled, that female form just has to be more beautiful than almost any katana on earth.

Even if he’d betrayed the profession and title you now held, it was obvious he couldn’t resist a little blast from the past. Of course fellow bounty hunters flirted with one another. It was only natural, given how their rivalry for the next big catch was a hotbed for tensions turning sexual.

Though, this wasn’t about ex-pirate hunter meets active pirate hunter anymore, was it.

This was about carnal interest, not monetary plans and pirate reps. Shit bounty be damned. He wanted this, too. A Roronoa Zoro wasn’t easily seduced, but if a lady with a sword waltzed in to take him hostage, maybe he should barter with his body assets. A kenshi never knows what floats somebody’s pirate boat, right. Why not give this a try. You looked beyond appetizing, Zoro couldn’t lie.

„Hey. Nice toes,“ he bit his lips, and picked up your left foot with ease. Did he want to bend you into some exercising positions? Pump up the gym? It was plausible enough, if you were being honest. He probably found it arousing to make a woman fit and sporty. But… judging by his following antics, no.

Enthused, Zoro started licking up and down your foot’s sensitive arch, your calves, and even the back of your thighs, even if he had to twist himself a little to reach down, fairly tall as he was. But who was he if the muscle tree couldn’t bend a couple branches.

Zoro’s potty mouth had a mind of its own there to begin with.

Eventually, and you’d looked forward to this, he used his naughty rice wine lips to pleasure you from behind, unafraid to get close. His sharp facial features, his sharp kenshi tongue. Right on the spot. Well, why’d he ever miss? Target practice was key for swordsmen. The unapologetic level of suction told you he practiced on those whiskey bottles of his (maybe to simulate the male genitalia as well – Zoro wasn’t rumored to be picky with bedmates on the Grand Line), didn’t he. Naughty as he was, Zoro mumbled just how much he couldn’t stop. And that went on for a good ten minutes or so.

„Tasty as fuck. Why didn’t you show up earlier, hmph…“

Not much later and Zoro was putting sword four to some depth work. You just couldn’t stand it anymore and propped your ass up on his abs, making the next step all too easy.

Judging how he kept you in motion, his grind game was naturally good. Drunk and humming happy tunes, Zoro played away at your clit while slowly swaying in and out, balls tucked away by his samurai belting. Those… were just too big and uncontrollable to be released into the wild just yet. Maybe on a later occasion. This was precision work. And a good way to train stamina.

Shit, it felt amazing inside. Meaty, slick, and spongy, pressing him and providing a vacuum effect that made the pirate more delirious than sake ever could. Regardless, maybe out of habit, he grabbed the familiar wine bottle to guzzle just about the next quarter, nearing the last sparkly third. Some liquid ran down his shaved chin and dropped onto your back. Shivers.

Zoro couldn’t be more glad someone this horny showed up to get his head for cash.

Well, he did give you money. Bribing you to have an incentive not to stab him in his drunk sleep, essentially. He knew bounty hunters loved the Berry, and the Berry loved them. Nami would kill him. He’d say he spent it on an island map to pacify her later.

You did get Zoro‘s head for this, though. In two senses of the word. And hey, you thought he was hot shit, too: Weren’t you supposed to pay him? Zoro looked like a fucking top tier stripper! Body for the gods, hair styled, three swords, and protection ready? Of course you wanted him from behind. And he did not just plow away mindlessly.

What Zoro did in the 3D was always deliberate. His entire position was well-thought-out.

„Amazing pussy… you should see this.“

You were panting hard already. Zoro was in deep.

„W-what should I see?“

„Heh. Everything about it.“

Shit. You already stuttered. This guy was unbelievable.

Everything about it.

The inside muscle squeezing him, the lips all stretched outside. How soaked you were, and clingy, soft. Sucking him in so tightly. Yeah, he didn’t even bother retracting too much. Just staying nicely up close. Steady, pumping, and controlled.

He wanted to impress you, not go berserk. This could never make him lose his cool. If he pounded the ever-loving shit out of you like a crazy drill machine, you’d probably kill him with your devil fruit powers to begin with. Zoro knew he didn’t stand a chance. Nor did he want it to be painful, brief. The way you’d wanted to kidnap him had just been way too promising.

This was a whole progression of mutual teases, he very well understood that.

„Fuck, Zoro. Just put those hands on my shoulders already,“ you spurred him, then: Hot in the face.

„Someone loves to pull and grip me, huh.“

„And someone is addicted right away.“

„Hell yes, hah. Exactly that.“

Damn, this guy was big and gorgeous. But he was careful, and it made you moan.

Zoro’s veiny, tipsy hands being all grabby at your breast gave away just how deprived he’d been, especially with the muscled reflection in the mirror that was hard and taut. But this was just right up his alley. A drop-dead sexy woman coming for his ass personally, with a luxury jewel sword able to cut cliffs and cements?

Sign him up.

Zoro already knew how the bounty industry worked: And didn’t even care. It wasn’t hard to tell you’d tracked him down because you were curious. Any ambitious hunter would have caught him solitary on an island and would have already tortured out vital info. Who the fuck would use a tiny boat to come to a ship with several wanted superpirates governed by „Steel Fist“ Nami The Smart? Hunting a former bounty expert who uses his teeth to do sword fights only using one eye? Led by Rubber Man 2.0?

You were either a lunatic, an amateur, suicidal, or extremely bright and stronger than the whole damn crew.

… or literally just a horndog ready to rip his clothes off, so.

Zoro wasn’t too worried given how you‘d revealed yourself from the shadow of his hammock early, having tied his hands with his headband. And properly. He was such a slut for this.

He’d seen the glare of your silver sword. Wavy and diamond-laced, pointed, and expensive as hell. Fuck, he wanted to try it so bad. Or fight it. Both was a nice test. You probably paid the blade by catching – and frying - a real big fish. To convince the Marines you were actually doing your job.

Truth be told, Zoro had such a boner for strong opponents. Were you a stalker? A ninja? A mobster? Shit, that is so foxy of her. How did you even get inside the ship without disturbing Chopper’s fine deer senses. Didn’t Sanji’s heart eyes activate as soon as a woman was within a five-mile reach? You knew your chops.

After you woke him, he just got up and followed you to the gym without waking anyone else in the room (even though he got lost twice). Yes, even in the dim light, he‘d recognized your equipment and way of moving. That could only be a pirate hunting sleuth: Good old days, huh. You even – albeit very threateningly - untied his hands so he could drink to that.

It was just a game. No real attack there (yet). He’d be dead and you filthy rich by now if the mission was serious. Or maybe you wanted dick and the bounty? Better give a woman what she asks for, old swordsman rule of law!

As a consequence, instead of devastating the ship with a huge brawl, he just wanted to have sex, too. And good sex. No matter if he was the prey. So, he put major effort into his strokes.

And followed suit with his hands on your shoulders.

You loved it.

Those husky groans were godly. Zoro really savored this. Unlike with Perona’s harassment in the castle, constantly trying to get into his pants, he’d be damned not to agree to this. Best feeling in the world. Frankly, he even struggled his own ass off.

„Ahwh, fuck…“

He understood why Sanji was so crazy about girls, girls, girls.

All day every day. The chef enraged him so because Sanji said the things Zoro thought in his head out loud, although a little more shamelessly, without the respect a swordsmaster should have for the female sex. The rule of a kengō was to never be obtrusive, and only ever accept her if she came to the master by choice rather than making her start on the backfoot: Swordsmen knew the idea of power imbalance very well.

That’s… also why Zoro had a real kink for getting groped.

At least Sanji’s motto was to never lay his hands on a woman. Zoro could get behind this, although he believed in sword fights being an honorable female profession. If you wanted to chop him up, he’d probably admire and enjoy it. But at the end of the day, right in his hammock, Zoro had masturbated for hours on end many times, wishing someone bounced on him in the craziest of ways. He was no better. Albeit less forward than Sanji. He rather enjoyed women being the pushy ones.

And just like that, finally he was free from jacking off. It’s been a while.

„Oh, like this–! Zoro, fuuck! That feels so good!“

Music to his misanthropic ears, which were usually plagued by people nonsense 24/7. He didn’t want to see no damn prostitute. Waste of cash, easily attainable on every island, and it was her job to pretend to like and get him off quickly, mostly to make space for new clients. That was pretty bleak and mechanical to him. Zoro wanted real passion.

Going to bed with one‘s opponent was a swordsman‘s kind of courage.

A shame that Mihawk wasn’t into that kinda stuff besides a bit of psychological domination. His ass was flatter than Zoro’s, and behind that handsome angularity, there didn’t seem to be any chaotic lust. Zoro just didn’t like that type of stiff and dusty vampire daddy. He wanted to kick it with someone seductive who didn’t annoy or scare the living hell out of him, a person confident they really wanted Roronoa Zoro, and Roronoa Zoro’s body especially.

Although he wasn’t entirely sure if he’d survive this later on, you were beyond perfect for that.

„Mhh… you’re gonna touch yourself to all of what we’re doing here, that I know…“

„Tch, just keep it going, now…“

In, out, a slowly tantalizing rhythm thrilled the two of you to a light sweat and a special type of evening heat permeating the room, tempest brewing in the distance: Especially when he found his best angle. That didn’t take too long. He was an athlete. Sword position mattered.

Though Zoro really didn’t want this to end, either. Head thrown back, fully in physical bliss, he tried his best to extend this little retreat you had. Yes, even if he was dizzy from the wine, nose all pink and mouth wide open. He didn’t give a fuck if he looked in any way pathetic. He got his fill, he enjoyed that. Zoro kept it up, and he twitched, and he groaned.

Five minutes later: Same thing. To prevent stagnation, and mostly to see that sexy scarface of his, you asked to ride him casually.

Which Zoro agreed to. If not giddily. That’s what he’d fantasized about.

It was his favorite thing next to pleasuring someone over the counters in Sanji’s treasured kitchen.  Or the legs over his shoulder thing, which he wanted to try with you as well (unless you shot him with a hidden gun or something).

So, he leaned back, flopping his heavy frame onto the mattress. Dick crazy hard, standing tall and aching for contact again. What a ginormous tease this guy was. No time to waste, then…

Getting on top of him, Zoro helped you settle your knees and hands in a way that suddenly made everything easier. And Zoro wasn’t stingy with some noise, either. He just let it out freely. Palms on his ripped chest, you picked up the pace and let your body do what it felt like doing.

„Fuck, so beautiful,“ Zoro was left falling apart underneath your grabby fingertips, really feeling it. „Yes, grope my pecs, shit…“

You worked Zoro up until he knew he had to supply you with some hip action to really tap into a more intense bit. Breaths loud and heavy, Zoro turned the prior slip and slide into a scorching push and pull. Circumspect so you wouldn’t contort or fall off, he secured you in place with his swordsman hands: Zoro‘s primary tool of work and life, after all.

„How’s that,“ he grinned. „Is that what you want?“

„Nnngh… Fuck…“

„Tell me more about it.“

„So good… Touch me everywhere… Zoro, please, more.“

„I’m taking that as a yes,“ he was content and restless now, committed to make it perfect. His hands were all over your ass and shoulder blades, your stomach, your thighs. At one point, he kept on going with your breast in his mouth, nipping like no one was watching.

You had to admit that some pirates really were fine as hell.

Fuck, his ultra ripped body in motion made you see rib muscles you’d never seen before. No wonder the guys were queueing for this masterpiece as well, though Zoro was without a doubt a part-time power bottom rather than a sadistic top. Robin was that kind of stone cold domme. You wouldn’t dare pursue her bounty. This woman busted balls harder than Boa Hancock herself (…you’d seen her once. You couldn’t believe she’d switch for Luffy). Zoro, however, was still very impressionable.

First you’d hypnotized him with your ass, now the front view made his eyes go wide, staring at what was happening. Someone was blushing all shades of green and red. Even his heartbeat was brisk now, and this guy never really had a pulse to speak of.

Zoro starting to lick at your neck and arms was the last straw. You were so stimulated, you really wanted to cum. Your counterpart rapidly started to understand this. Observation was everything as a swordsmaster. He couldn’t be fooled.

The view was perfect to masturbate you to orgasm with two skilled fingers, making sure to keep you riding nicely parallel to that. It was so hot and messily wet, you accidentally slipped off and Zoro continued with his hands regardless. He knew not to stop and break your build-up at this point.

Instead, and now the ideal moment came, he folded your legs over his buff shoulders, put his thumb squarely across your swollen clit, and treated you to more of him inside. Truly Zoro’s favorite position. He was so into your legs. And your excited face.

Tongue out, Zoro sent you the sauciest one-eyed wink he could muster, knowing you would not experience the next few minutes without shaking legs. Thumb pressure rising, he rubbed you down despite how difficult it was to do this with wetness everywhere, but he was Zoro doing Zoro things.

Sending you towards the edge, that is.

His tunnel vision glare was gluttonous to see you come, and he wouldn’t go back to sleep without making you reach the top. He just stayed balls deep, knowing you were relaxed and lubricated enough for it, and bent you into a mating press, much to your enjoyment. Zoro’s furious left hand intensely buffed into your clit (was that fucking Haki?), and he was taunting in your ear:

„Pirates do it better. Remember that.“

„Zoro, you’re so—Fuck!“

You could barely keep composure. The stimulation was absolutely reeling. Your eyes rolled back… because the leg shakes did come around the pleasure corner. Zoro took this all in, pumping your pussy without any rhythmic blunders. Spreading your legs ever so expertly.

„Ahhh… That’s the spot! Zoro, please don’t stop!“

He probably didn’t have to bribe you anymore.

He’d prepared you nicely for this: Fully fixated on your eyes with a real conviction. Of course he was the most-wanted swords guy out there. Those finger tips were lightning fast and astoundingly accurate. To the point where you clenched your teeth and braced yourself.

„There it comes.“

„Nh—ahh!“

And this is what I came for. Louder, please.

Zoro slowed down when the first powerful twitches came, making your feet curl as before, only harder. Heartbeat takeover. You climaxed for almost half a minute, the contractions robbing you off your senses temporarily. Because everything was focussed on it. Trusting Zoro, you knew he wouldn’t do anything hasty now, and he didn’t. He just enjoyed the gorgeous show. Smug.

The thumping really was a rapid-fire wave of heatedness, making your whole pussy pulse over an over. Zoro courteously slipped out not to overwhelm you, leaving you breathless anyway. The throbbing carried on for longer.

Jesus, this guy.

Took you a minute to remember anything else.

„Don‘t you wanna cum as well?“

You eventually asked, but Zoro held you by the hips, preventing you from scurrying around and putting him back in.

„Already did,“ he gave another rendition of his goofy grin. „Twenty-five minutes ago, in fact, heh. I knew I was not a match the minute you managed to sneak into the most infamous ship of the seas.“

Your jaw truly hit the floor like it was Franky dissembling.

„W-what? I didn’t notice you came!? Wait a minute.“

Zoro truly drove his own race at all times. Fuck, how did that even happen.

„You really think doggy doesn’t make me lose it? You, from behind... that’s like a good fine rum you find on treasure islands,“ Zoro chuckled to himself, clearly not resenting. „I just held the line from there, ma’am. I’m not a spoilsport like that egocentric eyebrow bitch of a chef.“

Christ, it was 25 minutes ago? Holy crap, Zoro’s discipline. That fucker was next level. He really forced himself to stay convincingly upright and powered through. Cumming this fast, you didn’t expect it from him at all. Were there signs, though?

Well: Yes.

You did notice he was crazy into it right away. But that didn’t stop him. So much so, he even gave you a prime ride with his balls damn empty.

„That must have been painful, though? Zoro-san! You should have said something so we could have paused…“

„Meh. Don’t care if something hurts. Body aches are my life, ma‘am. I only bother if it feels good for you.“

„Zoro, with all due respect. I know that’s pretty cavalier and you’re a pirate. But it’s supposed to be fun for two people.“

„To be honest, you know… I had a good time anyway,“ he postured himself confidently as you knew him, genuinely shrugging, and Zoro really was a badass. There was a reason why his ambitions preceded him. He got shit done. No matter what. He really had you cumming like crazy at 2 in the morning.

If he could keep his dick hard after getting drained, and completely shitfaced at that (didn’t alcohol kill your erection at one point?!), you couldn’t even imagine how superhuman his other gym and sex regimens were. At this point, and the swordsmaster was damn seasoned for his age, did he practice jacking up his dick with his armament haki or some gimmicks like that? Probably. And this dude was only 21. They bickered like anyone else, but the way these strawhats could regulate themselves. That astounded you a lot. Zoro was on top of his game, and didn’t just think about himself at all, you gave him that.

Another reason you would spare him. The Grand Line needed that type of energy nowadays. Selfish pirates, they sucked ass. They just didn’t get it.

„Thank you, then. Zoro…“

„No problem at all, heh.“

„I just didn’t know you had to muster all of that,“ you pulled your top back on. „I didn’t want to go so rough on you.“

Maybe, Zoro really was demonically deranged. Such body control wasn’t for the weak, was it.  

„Endurance, practice. Power of will. Every master needs to have it. It’s not like I could help the sexy grip in the first minutes, though, huh. Oi, I’ll do it better next time. But rough is what I like, can’t you tell.“

You were glad you only showed up to see and tease him (should he be as attractive as you hoped, which he was). This crew could probably turn any opponent into minced meat for Sanji’s ready cooking. All with a big ole smile and Brook shaking his bone butt in the background.

„Hah, sure can. Would be a shame not to repeat this and try again some time.“

„Oh… someone’s back for more. Too collect more sex intel on wanted pirates cause you love to blackmail us for fun?“

Oops. You’ve been found out. How could Zoro tell?

„Let me put it like this,“ you pinched at his blushy nose. „It would be a waste to lock you somewhere cold in Impel Down. The whole place would overheat and burst like crazy as soon as you strip down, anyway.“

„You don’t say.“

What a spicy prison break that would be. You imagine the headlines. Jacked Kenshi Greenhead Flees High Security Penitentiary Stark Naked, Rustic Bottle of Beer In Hand and Fifty Mesh-Stocking Drag Queens Supporting Him.

„So, I’d just have to catch you escaping again and again. The tax collectors for Akainu‘s budget and Impel Down itself sure would love that. The people of the Grand Line… not so much. I’d rather watch you cause some havoc and invent some new sword styles. It’s far more entertaining.“

Oh, that just broke the one last bit of ice.

Zoro truly was the happiest mosshead on earth.

The last stations of the crew‘s journey had been exhausting, to say the very battle-laden least.

Even if Zoro was ready for any sacrifice, the swordsman really didn’t want to see his nakama struggle. Luffy almost lost a large-scale fight. The recovery week was awful. This was a welcome change in tone. Tonight was some proper icing on the cake for letting the good times roll now.

To celebrate it, Zoro stood up to catch his favorite light emerald robe. A second one, pitch black and unworn, he gave to you as a gift. And a sign of respect also.

Another master swordsman rule. Don’t give women a reason to feel cold or steal your clothes: Just let them own your wardrobe whole and stay humble!

„Looks like prison needs to wait for me, huh. You should come here often, actually,“ Zoro laughed at his own audacity to say this so drunkenly, but it wasn’t a lie.

„I do reside in a nice bay tavern on the next island… in just about 16 days from now,“ you clicked your tongue, storing the robe in your hunter bag. It was too precious to wear, in your opinion. You’d use it in your sleep instead. „You can join me for dinner before I catch some bad guys the next day, as far as business is concerned.“

„Bay, island, 16 days. Thanks for the pointer,“ he elegantly belted his green gown, then reached for a sweat towel from his exercise supplies. „Although dinner sounds a little too fancy for me. Just say eating and hot stuff later.“

„Eating and booze and hot stuff later,“ you corrected Zoro, all while he got busy cleaning you up, removing protection discreetly after. „You bring your best wine to the tavern backrooms, I get the fun in the sheets.“

„That’s a deal, heh. I’ll put on my greyest cloak for that one when I step off the ship,“ Zoro added with his signature low swordsman twang. „No need for people talking. But the hands tied we can do again.“

„Sounds good to me, sailor. If you want to… we can swap swords for the day, then. I know you wanna test my diamond blade, don‘t you.“

„God. You’re so sexy… Can I really use it? Holy fucking fuck.“

„Alright. I take that as a yes.“

He didn’t even have to nod. Zoro knew this wasn’t the last time you’d have a ton of fun.

Looks like you’d report to the marines that the evil pirate Zoro „pushed you off the ship and made your devil fruit powers defunct“ so you weren’t able to catch him at all. He just escaped.

Until next time. 

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💋💋💋 final note. finallyyy i made a fic about my favorite swordsmaster character!! especially since it's about him coming into contact with his former profession. i used to write a lot about zoro by hand in my little scrapbook when OP came out on tv in the 2010s but i never published anything. now that i've done a lot of writing on tumblr i figured it was time to come out as a zoro veteran girlie and join the ship crew now that OPLA gives us a crazy rennaissance.

like swordsmen? i also write about levi x reader a lot.

masterlist.

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[latanyalove]

The Edge of Rest

It is been a long time while you and Zoro have been sexually active because of close adventures back to back so Zoro takes initiative. WC: 2,8K. Warning! Mature Scenes, Minors don't interact!

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Title: "The Edge of Rest" Genre: Romance | Length: Novella (approx. 3,800 words) | Perspective: Second Person (You x Roronoa Zoro)

You feel it before you see him.

A presence, quiet and steady as the sea at dawn, settling just behind the curtain of your awareness like a shadow that’s learned patience. The air shifts—just slightly—as if the wind had bowed in deference, or perhaps in warning. Then, a hand on your shoulder.

Not forceful. Not demanding. Just there.

You turn, heart already skipping ahead of your thoughts—the way it always does when he appears. He stands in the doorway of your room aboard the Sunny, silhouetted by the dying light of the setting sun. His katana are slung across his back, as always, and his green hair is tousled by the evening breeze. But his eyes—sharp, focused, unyielding—are locked on you.

"Hey," you say, voice softer than you intended.

"Hey," he replies, stepping inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.

You swallow. You haven't been alone with him like this in… you can’t even remember how long. Not just alone, but intentionally. Not on deck sparring at dawn, not sharing a quiet drink below deck after a hard fight, not pressed side-by-side in the chaos of a raid or chase. No, not like this—no distractions, no battles on the horizon, no crew to interrupt, no island to storm.

Just you. Just him.

And you feel it—the space between you humming, alive.

It’s been months. Not because you weren’t together. Not because there wasn’t love. But because there was everything else. One adventure chasing the tail of another, breathless and relentless. Islands swallowed whole by storms, enemies leaping from the shadows, Nami’s navigational crises, Luffy’s hunger-fueled rampages, Usopp’s last-minute inventions blowing up in our faces.

In the chaos, sex had become a memory. Not forgotten, but deferred—like a promise whispered in the dark and then lost beneath the thunder of survival.

And now?

Now the silence is louder than any battle cry.

Zoro steps forward, and you don’t move. Your back presses lightly against the wall beside your bed, the wood cool through your thin shirt. He stops an arm’s length away, his gaze flicking over your face—your lips, your throat, the pulse at your neck, visible even in the dimming light.

"You’ve been tired," he says, voice low.

"So have you," you reply.

He huffs a breath—not quite a laugh, not quite anything. "Yeah. But you more."

You tilt your head. "How do you know?"

He lifts one shoulder in a shrug. "I notice things."

And you believe him. Zoro, who pretends to sleep through meetings, who gets lost on a ship he’s lived on for years, who can’t tell left from right half the time—Zoro, who sees you, always, even when you’re trying to hide.

You feel it then—heat, low and slow, pooling in your stomach. Not sudden. Not explosive. But inevitable.

He takes another step. Closes the space.

His fingers brush your jaw.

You close your eyes.

"Let me take care of you," he murmurs.

It’s not a question.

It’s a declaration.

And just like that—after months of denial, of gritted teeth and swallowed desire, of adrenaline replacing intimacy—you break.

You don’t remember who moves first.

One moment you’re standing, and the next, your back is against the mattress, Zoro above you, one arm braced beside your head, the other already working the buttons of your shirt. His movements are deliberate, unhurried—methodical, even. As if he’s been planning this for weeks.

Maybe he has.

His fingertips graze your collarbone as the fabric falls open. You shiver.

"Too cold?" he asks, voice rough.

"No," you whisper. "You."

He smirks—a rare, private thing, just for you—and leans down, pressing his forehead to yours. "Good."

Then his mouth is on your neck—hot, open-mouthed, sucking gently at first, then harder, leaving behind the ghost of a mark. You gasp, fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt.

"Zoro—"

"Shh." He moves lower, hands sliding under your shirt, pushing it up. "Let me."

You lift your arms, and he pulls it over your head, tossing it aside. Cool air hits your skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of his hands as they return—palms broad and calloused from years of sword work, tracing the curve of your ribs, the dip of your waist.

You arch into his touch, and he makes a low sound in the back of his throat—a growl, almost.

"You're so responsive," he murmurs, lips brushing your sternum. "Always have been."

You laugh breathlessly. "And you’re always late."

He pauses, looks up at you. "Still teasing me?"

"Only because you love it."

He kisses you then—hard, deep, claiming. His tongue slides against yours, slow but insistent, and you moan into his mouth, hands finding their way into his hair, gripping tightly. He tastes like salt and iron, like sweat and something uniquely him—something wild and untamed, like the sea after a storm.

When he pulls back, your lips are swollen, your breath uneven.

"Still haven’t forgiven me for getting lost last week, have you?" he asks, eyes dark.

"You made us miss the festival," you pout. "And Sanji made grilled octopus."

Zoro rolls his eyes. "I got us there eventually."

"You got us there after the food was gone."

He leans down, nips at your lower lip. "I’m making it up to you now."

And then his mouth is on your chest, tonguing one nipple into peak, while his hand closes gently over the other. You cry out, back bowing off the bed.

"Zoro—ah—wait—"

"Why?" He glances up, eyes burning. "You want me to stop?"

You swallow. "No. God, no. But—slow down."

He stills. Looks at you. Then, slowly, he shifts, rolling to his side beside you, propping himself up on one elbow. "Okay," he says. "Slow."

You exhale, heart pounding. "You always go full force. Even when it’s not a fight."

He smirks. "I fight everything full force."

"Yeah, well." You reach out, trace the scar across his chest—the deep one from Mihawk, the one that nearly killed him. "Even when it’s love?"

His breath catches—just slightly. Then he covers your hand with his. "Especially when it’s love."

And that’s when you realize—this isn’t just about sex.

It’s about reconnection.

It’s about reclaiming what the sea stole from you.

Zoro rolls you onto your side so you’re facing him, and he kisses you again—softer this time, slower. His hand slides down your back, over the curve of your hip, pulling you closer until your bodies are aligned, thigh to thigh, chest to chest.

You feel him—hard against your stomach—and you gasp.

He breaks the kiss. "Still want slow?"

You shake your head. "No. Now I want fast."

He laughs—low, warm, full of mischief—and in one move, flips you onto your back again, caging you beneath him.

"Better?"

"Better."

His hands go to your pants, unfastening them with practiced ease. He slides them down your legs, taking your underwear with them, and you kick them off, shivering as the cool air touches your bare skin.

Then he’s looking at you—really looking—and the weight of his gaze makes you feel exposed, vulnerable. But not unsafe. Never unsafe.

"You’re beautiful," he says, voice rough. "Always have been."

You reach for him. "Take your clothes off."

He shakes his head. "Not yet."

"Why not?"

"Because I want to taste you first."

And then his mouth is on your inner thigh—soft, teasing kisses that inch higher, higher—until you’re trembling, breathless, begging.

"Zoro—please—"

"Please what?"

"Please—now—"

He finally gives in.

His tongue slides over you—slow, deliberate—once, twice—then he digs in, sucking gently at your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. You cry out, back arching, fingers twisting in the sheets.

He doesn’t stop.

He can’t stop.

Zoro is relentless when he sets his mind to something, and right now, he’s set on making you come apart.

And you do.

It hits you like a wave—building, building—until you’re clenching around nothing, gasping his name, toes curling as pleasure rips through you in hot, pulsing waves.

He holds you through it, his hands on your hips, his mouth still working you gently, drawing out every last tremor.

When you finally come down, you’re weak, boneless, eyes half-lidded.

He crawls up beside you, kissing your temple, your cheek, your lips.

"You okay?" he asks.

You nod, still catching your breath. "More than okay. But—your turn."

He shakes his head. "No. I’m good."

You frown. "What? No. Not happening."

"You just came," he says, shrugging. "And I like seeing you like that."

"And I like you," you snap, pushing him onto his back. "So take your damn clothes off."

He raises an eyebrow. "Since when do you give orders?"

"Since you started being stupid."

He laughs—really laughs—and then, finally, lets you peel off his shirt. His chest is a map of battle scars, old and new, each one a story you’ve lived beside him. You kiss the deepest one, the one above his heart, and he stills.

"Careful," he says. "Or I might just lose control."

"Good," you whisper. "I want you to."

You unbutton his pants, tug them down, and his cock springs free—thick, hard, already leaking at the tip. You wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly, and he groans, head falling back against the pillow.

"Fuck," he breathes. "You always—ah—do that just right."

You smirk. "I remember what you like."

"You remember everything."

You lean down, take him into your mouth.

He curses, hips jerking, hands flying to your hair—not pushing, not pulling, just there, fingers flexing with each motion of your lips.

You suck him deep, swirl your tongue around the head, then pull back, teasing the vein beneath with your teeth.

"Stop," he growls.

You look up. "Why?"

"Because if you keep that up, I’m not going to last."

"Since when has that ever stopped you?"

He sits up, pulls you off him with gentle hands. "It’s not about lasting," he says, voice rough. "It’s about you."

He reaches over, grabs the small bottle of oil from the drawer beside your bed—always stocked, because you’re never that unprepared—and pours a generous amount into his palm.

Then he’s behind you, one arm around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

"Ride me," he murmurs into your ear.

You take the oil from him, slick your hand, then reach back, guiding him to your entrance.

And then—slow, so slow—you sink down.

You both moan.

He’s so deep, filling you completely, stretching you in the best way, and you pause, adjusting, breathing through the fullness.

"Okay?" he asks, voice strained.

"More than okay," you whisper.

Then you start to move.

Up and down, slow at first, letting your body relearn the rhythm you’ve missed for so long. He grips your hips, helping you, guiding you, his breath hot against your neck.

You lean back into him, tilting your head so your lips brush his jaw. "Missed this," you murmur.

"Missed you," he replies.

And then he’s moving too—thrusting up into you as you lower yourself, meeting you stroke for stroke, building the tempo.

Your pace quickens.

The bed creaks.

Your moans grow louder.

"Zoro—yes—like that—"

He nips at your shoulder. "You take me so well."

You arch, twisting to kiss him over your shoulder. "Only for you."

He growls—actually growls—and suddenly flips you onto your back, plunging into you with renewed force.

"Mine," he mutters, each thrust punctuating the word. "Always mine."

You cling to him, nails scraping his back, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.

It doesn’t take long.

The second orgasm hits you like lightning—sharp, blinding, consuming—and you scream his name as you come, clenching around him so tightly he groans, his rhythm faltering.

That’s all it takes.

He follows you over the edge with a guttural cry, hips stuttering as he empties himself inside you, pulses of heat flooding your core.

For a long moment, he stays inside you, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged.

Then, carefully, he pulls out and collapses beside you, one arm flung over his eyes.

You turn your head to look at him.

His chest rises and falls heavily. Sweat glistens on his skin. His three earrings catch the last of the golden light from the window.

"You okay?" you ask, mimicking his earlier question.

He lowers his arm, looks at you. "More than okay."

You smile. "Told you."

He reaches for you, pulls you into his arms. You curl against his chest, head on his shoulder, one leg thrown over his. His heartbeat is strong, steady—like the drum of a war march.

"Think we woke the crew up?" you ask after a while.

"Possibly," he says. "But they’ll deal."

You laugh softly. "Sanji’s gonna be mad he missed the octopus."

"He’ll live."

You nuzzle into his neck. "We should do this more often."

"We will."

"How do you know?"

"Because I’m not letting this happen again," he says, voice firm. "No more months without you. No more silence. If I have to tie you to the mast, I will."

You raise an eyebrow. "Is that a threat?"

His hand slides down your back, rests on your hip. "Depends. Do you want it to be?"

You bite your lower lip. "Maybe."

He smirks. "Good."

You fall silent, listening to the creak of the ship, the lap of the waves, the distant sound of Usopp’s snoring from the men’s quarters.

"Zoro?" you whisper.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For taking the initiative."

He hums, low in his throat. "I’ve been waiting. Watching. You’ve been pushing yourself too hard."

"I’m fine."

"No, you’re not. But you are now."

You smile against his skin. "Yeah. I am."

He kisses the top of your head. "Get some sleep. I’ll keep watch."

"You don’t have to—"

"I know. But I want to."

And you believe him.

Because Zoro may get lost on his own ship, may sleep through meetings, may forget where the kitchen is half the time—but when it comes to you, he always finds his way.

Always.

Later, when the moon is high and the ship sails steady through the calm night sea, you wake to find him gone from the bed.

But only for a moment.

He’s standing at the window, shirtless, silhouetted in silver light, one hand resting lightly on the hilt of Wado. His gaze is fixed on the horizon—ever watchful, ever guarding.

You slide out of bed, wrap a blanket around yourself, and walk over to him.

"Can’t sleep?" you ask.

"I’m good," he says. "Just thinking."

"About what?"

He turns, looks at you. Then, slowly, he pulls you against him, tucking you under his chin, one arm circling your waist.

"About how lucky I am," he says.

You tilt your head up. "Lucky?"

"Yeah. Most guys would’ve lost you by now. Too much fighting. Too much danger. Too much me."

"You could never lose me," you say. "Not unless I let you."

He kisses you—soft, tender, deeper than words.

When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours.

"Then I’ll never ask," he says.

And in that moment, you know—no matter where the Grand Line takes you, no matter how many battles await, how many storms rage, how many enemies stand in your way—you’ll always find your way back to this.

To him.

To the man who fights like a demon, loves like a storm, and still remembers—after everything—to come back to you in the silence, with quiet hands and a heart too fierce to break.

And as the sea carries you forward, you hold on tight.

Because love, on the Sunny, isn’t just passion.

It’s survival.

It’s home.

And it’s always worth fighting for. . . .

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ 

[carallisadd]

Yall remember this?

Calling Oda out for lying about Zoro’s shower habits.

We should know, cause we shower everyday and he’s in there with us for at least 3 of em. Shower almost on its highest level as the water covers up the slapping sounds of arousal soaked skin

“Shhh- fuck —you’re being —too loud” Zoro grunts as he fucks you from behind into the bathroom wall

“mmh god! —you’re moaning too”

His big hand slides up from your clit to cover your mouth

*plap plap plap*

“Pussy feels —so good ah!” he rasps in your ear

💚

<<back

[shy-writer-999]

sleepy boyfriend headcanons! zoro edition (sfw)

summary: how does your boyfriend act when he's sleepy? is he a heavy sleeper? a light sleeper? what's his usual sleeping position? does he snore? ~800 words. CW: SFW! gender neutral language!

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro who, when he isnt working out, is almost always knocked out somewhere on the ship. usually, it’s his bed, but you never know. he’s quite fond of naps and could fall asleep on concrete if he had to.

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro snores sometimes and he sleeps like a rock. it’s hard to move him around. it’s weird because most of the time when you’re there trying to wake him up (for dinner, usually), he’s immovable, but if there’s danger or someone tries to attack him in his sleep, he’s awake in a millisecond—he’s always on guard, except around you. he knows that when it’s just you, he can be completely comfortable.

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro sleeps in short boxers or boxer briefs sometimes. his thick thighs and abs and happy trail and pecs are on full display. he’s just so… big. big hands, big shoulders, big arms. big everything.

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro sleeps flat on his back most of the time. but he’s also fond of sleeping on his side, especially when you’re around. in general, though, he isn’t too picky, since he can fall asleep anywhere, any time.

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro is a cuddler, surprisingly. but he’s so big and muscly that it can be uncomfortable sometimes. he’s fucking heavy so when his arm is thrown across you at the wrong angle, it kind of feels like he’s squishing you. you would have never expected it, but he also likes to hold hands when he falls asleep. he’ll spoon you and intertwine his fingers with yours before he drifts off to sleep in minutes. he’ll pull you closer while he sleeps too. if you didn’t like him so much it might be suffocating, but he makes you feel safe, secure, and loved, even when he’s unconscious.

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro often has bad dreams. he jolts awake at night with his heart racing. the dreams have to do with the crew most of the time. but other times, they’re stress dreams about make believe, wild scenarios from his childhood. he seems levelheaded during the day (unless Sanji is around), so you’d never guess how distraught and out of control he feels at night sometimes. when he wakes up after a nightmare, frequently in the middle of the night, it brings him immediate solace hearing your slow breaths beside him. he’ll get closer to you for comfort. you make him feel secure and protected, even if he doesn’t verbalize that a lot.

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro looks soft and peaceful when he’s asleep (and not having nightmares). his brows relax, his lips aren’t drawn in a thin, taut line anymore, and sometimes he drools a little bit. the look on his face, so youthful and unbothered, is enough to melt your heart.

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro wakes up with the absolute cutest bedhead. his green hair is messed up with tufts sticking out at odd angles. he yawns and pulls you closer. he’s like a koala bear or something. can’t get enough of you and wants to touch you all the time. some may consider it possessive. he presses his body flush with yours and pulls you in as tight as he can.

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro has a raspy voice when he first wakes up. it’s deeper than usual and husky… the sound really does something to you. “morning” he says, gruffly, and then pulls you across the bed and into his arms. he nuzzles into your neck and takes a deep breath. he loves how you smell.

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro sleeps in way too much. you’re usually up before him. you lay in bed for a while and soak in the comfort of the sheets and his presence. but after a little bit, you get up and go do your morning routine. when you’re tasked with rousing him for breakfast, he tries to convince you to get back into bed with him. ever the fan of wrapping an arm around your waist, he’ll reach out and pull you towards him. it’s hard to say no to him. more times than you can count, you’ve given into his pleading. “c’mon,” he cracks an eye open, looks you up and down, and reaches his arm out. “come back to bed. just a little while longer. ‘m tired.” you retort that he’s almost always tired and he says “yeah, so?”

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro manages to convince you to crawl back into bed with him, even if it means you’ll completely miss lunch (Sanji’s so sweet, he knows to set food aside for you… although he refuses to do so for ‘mosshead’). when you climb into the covers with him, he cozies up.

a/n: i have an nsfw edition as well & will publish it in the next couple days (and i actually mean shortly this time, not in a month LMAOOO)!

check out my masterlist here, as well as the other sfw headcanon collection i have!