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badgerbl00d · 1 year

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one piece boys rescuing you

☆ characters: trafalgar law, roronoa zoro

☆ up next: yes, your highness (knight!sanji x princess!reader)

☆ summary: you're put in a situation where your life is put in serious danger. will they be able to save you in time?

☆ a/n: new fic yay!! so i'm working my way through the ask box slowly but surely.. a lot of the requests are for pt. 2's, so im gonna try to publish new content before getting to those... as always, thanks for your patience!

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law - fire

Trying to calm your breathing down you closed your eyes, doing your best to not panic.

“You ok in there?” Shachi called out.

“What’s the temperature reading?” That might’ve been Bepo. You couldn’t tell.

You’d gone into the boiler room of the submarine to try and fix an issue with the central temperature.

The submarine was supposed to be descending toward the abyssal zone, and with pressures as high as they were going to be there was no room for error with the temperature.

Before you could finish, something that was moving fast hit the side of the Polar Tang, resulting in the door locking you in.

Law had designed the functional rooms of the ship to be perfect.

The boiler room locked from the inside, so that if there were ever an issue with a pressure change, any explosion would be contained to the source of heat.

You heard some debris clatter on the outside, followed by what sounded like a loud, metal clang.

A high-pitched beeping noise started to sound through the small room.

80°

You pressed the down arrow five times. With the way it had been programmed, the boiler room shouldn’t be above seventy five degrees.

Your stomach started to twist, and nausea climbed up your throat when the number didn’t change, and after a few more second read

83°.

“Y/n! You okay?!” Bepo and Shachi had started to move some of the debris that was blocking the door, “Something hit us!”

“The temperature is going up in here, it’s at eighty-three and the buttons aren’t working!”

“Hold on,” Bepo called out, “We’re moving the stuff from in front of the door, we’ll pass you the key from under the door.”

You steadied your breathing and managed to settle your nerves the slightest bit.

A silver key slid under the door and you grabbed it.

“You should be good to open the door now.”

You placed the key in the lock, and started to turn it when the ship took another hit.

This one sent you flying into the wall.

You heard Shachi and Bepo’s impact.

Your head was pounding and you fumbled around looking for the key, unable to find it.

You could hear yelling coming from outside.

“Shit! Bepo- try and move that stuff!”

You assumed Shachi had left as you heard footsteps .

Slowly you got up, your head was starting to stop spinning.

You still couldn’t find the key and tried jiggling the handle

An unnatural rattling sound was coming from the handle.

Fuck.

The key had broken off inside it, and the jagged edge that you could just barely get a finger around was too sharp to try and turn.

The temperature in the room continued to rise.

Your palms had started to sweat and you felt your chest contracting more and more with each breath.

The heat was starting to fill you up from the inside out.

You ran to the thermostat, frantically pressing the cooling button.

94°

“Y/n?!” Bepo called, banging on the door, “I moved all the stuff! Try to open the door!”

“I can’t!” you yelled, your voice straining, someone was yelling- Law, maybe? What had happened? “The key broke in the door! Bepo- the temperature won’t stop rising!”

Bepo continued banging on the door- you knew that he was starting to panic.

98°

You sunk to the floor, looking for a way out- anything.

You twisted the door knob with so much force that you worried you might have broken it. Not that it made a difference.

106°

Bepo’s banging stopped and you started to panic again.

The yelling could still be heard in the background.

“Bepo?”

No answer.

Sweat was dripping down your back and your palms were sticky. Your hair clung to your forehead and it was getting harder and harder to breathe- whether that was because of your panic or the heat you could not tell.

You peeled off your boiler suit, which offered you some temporary relief.

Sitting in a pair of shorts and a tank top now, you simply sunk against the door- banging on it occasionally.

“Bepo!!” You yelled.

That damn bear.

Where was Law?

You perked up at the question.

Where the hell was your captain?

118°

You decided you’d try the key, taking a deep breath before grabbing onto the jagged metal edges with all the strength you could muster.

You felt the metal slip past your skin, digging into the flesh of your hand.

Blood dripped down your arm in a warm, steady stream and you strained to turn the key.

It wouldn’t move- too little of it was exposed.

Black dots started to dance in your field of vision, and you felt yourself slipping out of consciousness.

It was so impossibly hot, your mouth felt dry and tacky- like a thin layer of warm glue had been poured inside it.

Your head was pounding and your lungs felt like they were full of sand.

As you started to faint, you thought you saw a pale blue glow cover the room.

You smiled to yourself before you slipped out of consciousness.

Better late than never.

131°

“Room.”

“Lift her arms,” Law ordered.

The feeling of biting cold sent a spark running down your spine as two ice packs were placed under your arm.

You blinked your eyes open, a dull pain still drumming in the back of your head.

There was something sturdy behind your chest, and you felt a hand resting on your stomach.

You tried sitting up, but the hand on your stomach held you in place.

“Not yet, Y/n.”

“Law.”

“You have heat stroke- please don’t move. Stay right there, for me.”

You relaxed back against him.

“Bepo- hand me another ice pack. Is the bath ready?”

“Almost, Shachi’s getting more ice.”

You strained to sit up again, this time Law held you down with slightly more force.

“Y/n. I’m serious,” his tone froze you in place, “Do not move.”

“The boiler room-” you started, “‘s too… hot. Pressures- Gonna go up.”

Your speech was slurred and everything in your body felt so heavy.

You felt Law look back up at Bepo and nod.

“Ok, come on.”

He lifted you up, holding you bridal style to try to keep you as relaxed as possible.

“This isn’t gonna feel great,” he said, “But you need to stay in here for at least twenty minutes.”

“Law,” you mumbled, “ ‘s very nice of you.”

Slowly, he lowered you into the makeshift tub- a large plastic bin that was usually used for storage was filled with ice and water.

The cold was biting and an icy burning spread throughout your body- lighting up your nerves as you were completely submerged.

“Dunk your head in. Just once.”

You sleepily shook your head.

Law sighed, “Alright, I’m gonna help you do it, ok?”

Your hands gripped the side of the tub, and you relaxed slightly when he brought a hand to rest on your neck and gently lowered your head down.

He helped you back up, his steady grip taking the stress off of your body.

Bepo had been sent out of the room to help the others in fixing the rest of the ship.

You sat up and leaned back against Law’s chest, drenching him in ice cold water.

He winced.

“Not so great, hm?”

“No, not so great.”

You sat there, resting against him for a while. Slowly feeling yourself regaining strength.

You had acclimated to the temperature and the sensation that replaced the freezing cold was somewhat nice.

“What happened?”

“Underwater volcano, if you’d believe it.”

You laughed, still too tired to hold a full conversation.

“I’m sorry…” Law started, “I’m sorry I didn’t get you out of there sooner.”

He sounded so sad- you turned to look at him.

“Law, everybody did the best they could- Even me, look.”

You lifted up your hand to show him the injury to find it had already been bandaged.

He smiled at you.

“What kind of doctor would I be if I hadn’t noticed that, huh?”

You gave him a gentle smile.

You could tell that he wasn’t fully convinced, and still felt guilt at having taken too long to rescue you.

Before he could even react you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a hug that you shouldn’t have had the strength to give.

You could feel tension spark throughout his body, but after a few seconds his arms found their way around your waist and pulled you back in.

You let go first.

He followed, a few seconds after.

“If you really want to make it up to me,” you said.

“I do,” Law answered.

“Never give me boiler room duty again.”

zoro - earth

You had four hours to get to the Sunny.

By noon you and Zoro had to traverse through eight miles of thick, unwelcoming jungle.

It was humid and neither of you were looking forward to the journey but you had a mutual respect for the other, and though it was never said out loud, shared an enjoyment of each other’s company.

Zoro liked your good natured humor and admitted to himself that you were easy on the eyes.

You liked Zoro’s stoic nature and admired his relaxed composure.

Your fighting styles were perfectly complementary. Zoro attacked first and thought later. His cuts and slices were executed with a terrifying precision and he was able to readily turn on his animalistic attack mindset. You, on the other hand, were thoroughly analytical. Zoro possessed the skill to not have to worry too much about reading an opponent beforehand, but you were able to read them as fast as he could draw his swords. Able to pick apart formations and fighting styles before they could even get a hit in, you were able to direct Zoro and predict enemy attacks perfectly.

He’d never openly admit it but he liked taking directions from you. To him, independent and capable as he might have been on his own, it felt like he was a sword and you were the hand that guided it.

He made the final cut, but it was you who had swung in the right direction.

Needless to say, you had both set off on your journey toward the Sunny with very few complaints.

The humidity increased, the further you got into the thick green that covered the island.

You pushed through miles and miles of green leaves and branches.

It was lively, the sounds of bugs scuttling across the floor, birds crying from the canopy above, and frogs chirping and yelping filled the scenery with the noise of life and energy.

You were humming to yourself, enjoying the warm weather and snacking on the chips Sanji had packed for you, handing the bag over to Zoro when he reached his hand toward you.

You’d made good progress in the two hours you’d been walking and agreed you could afford to sit down to eat lunch.

“Haha! I do remember that!”

“Or what about when that moron of a cook though he and Nami had us beat in trivia night-”

“And they lost to us in the category of cooking!”

You and Zoro were both laughing. Not such a rare occurrence when the two of you were together.

Zoro’s head suddenly snapped around.

You felt it too, the hairs on your neck rising.

A chill ran through your body and you turned to press your back against his.

“I can’t tell where they’re coming from.”

“Neither can I.”

Your breathing was in sync and you both waited, weapons at the ready.

In a split second the tension broke and your attackers revealed their position by shooting an arrow.

“On your left!”

You jumped to the side as a flurry of arrows flew past your head and heard the sound of blows being dealt by Zoro as he handled his side.

You pulled your throwing knives from your bag where they rested and aimed at the enemy.

Flashes of shiny steel flew through the colorful greens and teals of the forest, the sound of metal against metal echoing in the open space.

You and Zoro fighting together was truly a sight to behold.

You set up every hit he got, and the hits you got were courtesy of Zoro.

It was like a sport for the two of you, a team working perfectly in sync.

Skill aside, your ability to guess his next move paired with his ability to accommodate his hits to the blows you landed, made the two of you nearly impossible to beat.

After only ten minutes of fighting, you’d taken out more than half of the group ambushing you.

Your blades were dripping matching shades of red, and it wasn’t long until the remaining attackers ran.

A stray arrow was stuck in a tree and you pulled it out to inspect it.

Thick, green liquid dripped off the end of it.

Poison.

“Y/n!” Zoro called.

You dropped the arrow and ran to his side.

“Who was that? I didn’t recognize anything about those attackers?” you asked.

“Same here, but it doesn’t matter. Could’ve just been bounty hunters.”

“Working as a team? Unlikely.”

He shrugged.

“Either way, they’re gone.”

You nodded and followed behind him as you continued your walk toward your crew.

A dull throbbing had started to spread throughout your body. You had a headache, too, but shrugged it off.

You walked for another few minutes before you felt liquid trickle down your throat.

You pressed your hand to your neck, pulling away when you felt a warm film cover your fingers.

There was a small gash on the right side of your neck- you’d been hit.

“Fuck!”

Zoro turned around, eyes widening when he saw the wound.

He ran toward you and pressed a hand against your neck to stop the bleeding.

“Shit, shit, shit! Ok- Ok, um, just stay calm,” he was panicking, sweat was lining his brow.

He reached into his backpack and pulled out a napkin that was meant for your lunch.

He held it against your neck and you started to feel faint.

You felt your right foot lock. You tried to move it but it felt like trying to move a steel ball with only your pinky finger.

“Zoro…” the fear in your voice was evident.

The swordsman sat you down against the trunk of a tree and held your hair up with one hand as he held the cloth to your neck.

You started feeling faint, and a slowly increasing feeling of nausea was spreading throughout your body.

“We need to get the poison out.”

You nodded, the strength slowly leaving your body, like water flowed from a leak.

He rummaged through his backpack which contained only the lunch Sanji had packed you, a standard first aid kit that Chopper had insisted you take with you, and a broken compass he had forgotten to throw away.

He grabbed the first aid kit and frantically dumped it out.

You pointed at the gauze and Zoro grabbed it.

“Okay… I’ll, um, wrap this around… your neck?”

You nodded, “But we still need to get the poison out.”

You winced in pain, doubling forward.

You grabbed a few pills Chopper had thrown in and swallowed them as Zoro continued to try and calm himself down.

“It’s spreading.”

Zoro’s head was pounding- this was definitely not his area of expertise and there was nothing in the kit that said ‘Poison Remover’.

“H-how do I,” he asked, overwhelmed, “Just tell me what to do.”

He might not have any medical knowledge but he’d be damned if he let a crew mate die on his watch.

Especially you.

Your eyes had started to close and he was set in his resolve to save you.

Get the poison out, he thought.

As he felt your grip on his arm loosening something in his brain clicked.

He brought his arm around your neck, letting your head rest against his bicep.

His lips wrapped around your neck, and you felt his warm tongue swipe over the shallow wound.

You hissed as he traced his tongue back over it, his saliva coating your soft neck in a thin glaze.

A slight pressure built up as he started to suck the poison out, occasionally spitting it out on the ground next to you.

You made it with a half hour to spare.

The rest of your crew warmly greeted you, happy to see you having made it safely.

You walked onto the ship, Zoro staying by your side, like a knight does with a princess.

Sanji was the first to notice the bandage wrapped around your neck.

“Y/n-chwan!! Are you hurt? What happened?”

You shook your head, “I got hit with a poisonous dart. But I’m okay.”

You gave Zoro a thankful look.

Sanji further inspected the wound, noticing the deep purple and red hickey that sat right on top of the gash.

“What… exactly happened?” he asked, shooting a glare in the swordsman’s direction.

“The poison had started to spread and, uh…” your voice trailed off.

You weren’t sure if Zoro wanted to announce his heroics to the crew.

He stood taller and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“And I sucked it out,” he announced.

He sounded proud enough, but his increasingly red cheeks implied otherwise.

There were mixed reactions..

Sanji was furious and started to bicker with him, Luffy and the boys were laughing, but Nami, Robin, and Chopper all seemed confused.

“But,” Nami had started, “I thought that that doesn’t work-”

You cut her off and shot her a look, that said Don’t say anything.

“I would’ve died if it weren’t for him.”

Robin giggled and ushered them all back inside to finish lunch, explaining to a very confused Chopper what was going on.

You and Zoro were left alone on the deck.

“Thank you,” you whispered, bringing a hand to rest on his shoulder, “You saved me.”

He looked away from you, rubbing the back of his neck and nodded.

“Anytime.”

Of course, you knew that sucking the poison out of a wound was an outdated myth.

It was the pills that had saved you.

But Zoro had been hellbent on saving you and did everything in his power to keep you alive.

He believed he had saved you.

And you’d be damned if someone told him otherwise.

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bitchimasnake-sss · 3 months

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at your mercy ft. roronoa zoro!

warning: includes NO PLOT ONLY PORN!!! zoro being mean, orgasm control and denial, squirting, use of toys, overstimulation, pet names (baby, good girl) and other miscellaneous horny shit. enjoy your meal 💗

zoro:

♡ at the edge of the bed stood a green-haired, cocky bastard with a cocky fucking grin on his face. atleast that's what you would have seen had you been able to open your eyes. "zo- fuck" your voice trembled, eyes clenched shut, "stop plea-se. please." ♡ the instructions were clear. count backwards from hundred and hold of your orgasm till you do. all meanwhile your boyfriend clutches the dildo harder, pushing it inside your weeping hole, bruising your cervix with each drawled out drag and rubbing blissfully against your gummy walls. ♡ it was fun the first time. or even the second time when he asked you to count from fifty-five. but it was the third time and- ♡ "zo- zoro pleas-e i can't" the vibrator struck up it's rhythmic motion against your clit, striking up the bundle of nerves as your boyfriend peered down at you. sweat clung uncomfortably onto you like second skin. hair damp and pressed against the back of your throat. all meanwhile his eyes bore figures onto your naked, supple skin. "awh, how fucking pathetic. are you too tired? weren't you talking shit about how long you can go?" "please please ple-ase fUCK" "i said count." "zo-" your pussy clenched unforgiving against the silicone, body faltering under the toy on your puffy, overstimulated clit, "ple- please fucK pl-ease. i can't i can't plea-" his fingers halted. his strong hand grabbed ahold of your jaw, digging harshly against your face fat, "are you too fucked out to understand? i said count." a low laugh escaped him, hands still holding your face firm, "or i'd stop right now. you want that? you want me to leave you half-fucked and stupid?" ♡ "no, no ple- ro' fuck" mustering whatever energy you had, you nodded frantically. "good fucking girl" his thumb rubbed over the spot he had held onto tightly, "now count." "thi-rty seven, thirty six... thirty fiv-five" ♡ "seve-seven, eig-, six.." as if sensing another approaching orgasm, zoro increased the level of vibration. the new set of sensation ran wild against your clit, sending you into overdrive. "zo-ZORO" back arching off the mattress, towards him. "keep going, just a little more." his lips engulfed your nipple, sucking on it lowly as he alternated the pace of the dildo. "hol-y fucking shit." your mouth felt far too dry, eyes leaking with unresolved tears and throat parched and aching from senseless moans and screams. he hummed against your nipple, as if silently commanding you to keep going. "fu-fuck okay." you inhaled sharply. and then, in one breath, "five, four, three, two, one- im gonna cum. fuck, fuck, fuck- im cummin' FUCK, 'ZO" ♡ he pulled out the dildo the same time he let go of your tit. he smirked down at you as you pussy gushed and clenched around nothing, a clear stream gushing out and painting him with your stickly sweet residue. his fingers swiftly turned off the vibrating device, watching in awe as you clenched around nothing. your pussy throbbing, thighs quivering, painted by the aftershocks and afterglow. ♡ you were a sight to devour. eyes clenched shut, lips crimson and parted, fingers caught up weakly against the bedsheets. ♡ he crawled upwards, caging you underneath his defined body. his calloused fingers caressed the damp skin on your jaw and neck, running over the marks he gave before he started his little game. his lips pasted a chaste kiss to your temple and he could taste the salty aftertaste on your skin. "hey" he mumbled, turning you around such that you could lay comfortable against his broad chest. "mhm" you mumbled, cozying up into him "you look like a mess" he whispered, pushing aside the stray strands that fell sweepingly over your pretty face. sleepy, you whispered back, "damn, i wonder why that is." a light chuckle rang through the humid air. pasting another kiss to your head, he asked, "too much?" "no, course not" "another round then? repay me maybe." "fuck no. go to sleep."

a/n: im back 😎😎. anyways more shit cumming soon (heheheh). sorry if this sucked, haven't written in literally forever.

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turtletaubwrites · 6 months

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We've All Got Needs ~ Part 1

Pairing: Zoro x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,133

This is part 1 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Series Link

Summary: The crew's out for the day so you decide to take advantage of unlimited shower time. Too bad a certain swordsman finished his workout early. Guess you should have locked the door.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Reader Insert, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Smut, Rough Sex, Shower Sex, Casual Sex, Accidental Voyeurism, Mildly Dubious Consent, Condoms, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cunnilingus, Biting, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Hair-pulling, Aftercare, Swearing, No Foreplay, Zoro's a straight to the point kinda guy and we love that, Shameless Smut, Friends With Benefits, crewmates with benefits

A/N: This is my first smut with absolutely zero plot! I want to practice writing shorter pieces while I'm working on my next bigger story. I hope you like it!

Docked at a new town, you decided to take advantage of the privacy on the ship while the rest of the crew went shopping, and scoped things out. It seemed like a boring place, but knowing Luffy, you would all end up fighting a dragon or something.

So you might as well enjoy the bathing room uninterrupted for once while you had the chance.

Groaning, you massaged your neck and shoulders under the almost scalding water. Normally there would be someone banging on the door to get in by now, and you sighed as you rinsed the last of the soap away. Steam tickled up around you as you shut off the water.

“Damn.”

You let out an embarrassing high pitched noise, and grabbed your towel before turning toward the owner of that deep voice.

Zoro stood inside the stupidly unlocked door, already pulling out of his shirt. He was dripping with sweat, green hair clinging to his forehead. His chest was fucking glistening. You realized you’d been staring while you stood there dripping in your towel.

“Sorry, Y/N.”

He didn’t look sorry as he walked toward you.

Zoro had dropped his shirt on the floor and was reaching for his pants. You tried to excuse yourself, but couldn’t stop watching him.

He tilted his head with a smirk, and you felt trapped.

“We should fuck.”

Your brain stopped working.

“Wha-what?”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to. But we’ve all got needs. I’ve seen how you look at me.”

Zoro had stopped before removing his pants, but he walked toward you. You almost felt the look in his eyes on your skin.

“Uhh, I..”

“I like what I see too,” he said, in a raspy voice you’d never heard him use before.

He reached out to hold your jaw, tilting your face to his. His thumb smoothed along your skin until it rubbed over your lips.

A shiver of pleasure prickled your skin. Your lips parted in a soft gasp, and you had to close your eyes for a second.

When they opened, Zoro was so close to you, looking almost smug, but reserved.

“Is that a yes, Y/N?”

You were not expecting this at all. Zoro is fucking gorgeous, but you didn’t think he saw you that way. This way. Now he’s got his thumb on your mouth, asking if you’d like more.

You felt your smile curve under his thumb,

“We’ve all got needs.”

You dropped your towel as you let those words out, and Zoro looked so fucking pleased with himself. You almost wanted to punish him for it. You watched his eyes darken, his pupils dilated, and you had a feeling that you might be the one about to get punished.

Breathless, you stood naked, waiting for him.

His eyes burned into you. Zoro shifted the hand on your jaw to twist into the hair at the back of your neck. He didn’t pull, but your blood sped through you as you felt how much control he had just taken with that expert grip.

“What kind of needs could you have, Y/N?”

Zoro had completely floored you, all of this coming at you out of nowhere. You couldn’t believe how speechless he was making you, how flustered. You couldn’t get a sentence out.

“Mm, mind if I take a look?”

You gave a soft moan of consent as he traced the fingers of his other hand along your hip, back and forth as it got closer and closer.

His eyes were intense, almost territorial as he stared into yours. He kept his gaze on your face as his fingers slipped into your folds. You writhed and cried out, but Zoro pulled that grip in your hair firm. Just firm enough to make you moan and look at him again.

“You’ve been carrying all this need around, hm?”

Your mouth fell open at the sight of his fingers, thick strands of slick dripping between them. Zoro had hardly done a thing to you, but your body was aching for him now.

“I should've taken care of you sooner,” he said with a chuckle, removing the grip from your hair.

He looked around the room, the same way he does when scoping out a place for a fight. He locked the door, then began rummaging through the cubbies. You caught him digging through Sanji’s, mumbling to himself. You started to feel a bit awkward standing there naked, but then he smiled and pulled a condom out of Sanji’s things. Of course Sanji would have condoms.

You wet your lips with your tongue as Zoro stripped, tossing his pants across the room. You stood there staring at each other, and your breath caught when you saw his long, heavy cock twitch for you. He held the condom up by his face before ripping it open.

“I’ll go pick some up in town if you end up liking what my cock can do to you.”

You nodded as you stared, mouth watering as he placed the condom on the tip, fisting it down his length. He smirked before charging toward you.

He placed his hand on your shoulder with his thumb along your throat, and shoved you back against the wall.

Zoro kissed you then, his lips and tongue surprisingly gentle. At first.

You moaned into his mouth as he rubbed his length along your entrance, making you twitch under his hold while he circled it on your clit.

His kisses became more intense, and then he licked and bit along your lips, jaw, and down to your neck.

You traced your hands along his beautiful chest, still covered in sweat. He twitched slightly when you ran your thumbs over his nipples. You went to lick and bite at his ear, but Zoro took that moment to lift one of your legs, holding it up over his arm, then plunged into you.

You screamed. The abrupt entrance was overwhelming, but Zoro kept pumping into you, pushing and pushing to fill you completely.

You grasped for something to keep you steady, and a very useful stability bar for the shower worked perfectly.

You hung onto it for dear life as Zoro pulled back from your neck to watch your face.

“You haven’t even had it all yet, Y/N. Is my cock giving you what you needed? Can you take it?”

“Fuck yes, Zoro. Please. I can take it!”

You didn’t recognize your desperate voice. You’d had no build up, just straight to him fucking you with so much strength. But it was so fucking good. You could feel yourself close already, and the thought of more of him filling you made your eyes roll back.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good, Y/N. Fuuuck. You’re gonna take my cock so well, aren’t you?”

“Yes, please. I need it, please.”

Zoro groaned as you begged. He adjusted your leg, then tilted himself slightly.

He leaned over you to growl against your ear.

“You’d better hold on, Y/N. Be a good girl and take my cock, and I’ll give you what you need whenever you want it.”

You cried out for him, grasping onto the shower bar as your eyes started watering from the brutal thrusts he was already hitting into you.

Zoro groaned loudly as he shoved into you, so fucking deep, until you held all of him. He’d taken the hand off your shoulder to circle its thumb over your clit. You came on his cock, screaming.

“So fucking good Y/N, your pussy’s so perfect. Keep coming for me, baby.”

You couldn’t form words, the twist of pleasure and pain riding you hard.

Zoro kept fucking into you until you were begging him.

“Please, Zoro.”

“You want me to keep giving you what you need after tonight?”

You whimpered your yes for him, twitching, your body starting to go limp.

“Come on, you’ve been so good. Let me give you a break.”

Gasping, you clung to Zoro’s shoulders as he picked you up from the wall, and laid you out on the shower floor. He’d left your cunt, dripping and aching as he set you down gently.

You looked in his eyes, and you knew he wasn’t done with you yet. You braced your hands on the wall, and arched your back at the pleased rumble of laughter that he gave at the sight. He leaned over, and spread your thighs wide, trailing his fingers along your twitching skin.

“Look at this pretty pussy. Mm, just what I needed.”

Zoro laid between your legs, and you screamed as he attacked your clit with kisses, licks, and sucks, pulling it softly between his teeth.

“Fuck, Zoro, i-it’s too much!”

He leaned away, face dripping.

“Already? Well, let’s see if you can earn my cock then.”

Zoro wrapped his fingers around his length, and you writhed at the sight. He brought himself closer to you, and you whimpered with need. He played with your clit with his tip again, and you arched your back.

“Perfect,” he growled as he snaked one of his arms under your lower back.

Then he lined himself up with your entrance, and you screamed. He filled you up so much, and the angle was intense, but exactly right.

Zoro grunted as his thrusts tore you apart. He held your lower back in position, using that arm to help fuck into your body harder. He stayed steady with the other arm, his hand planted by your face. He brought his eyes to yours, and your body clenched around him as you watched his mouth hanging wide with his tongue loose. He looked so fucking feral, it made you come on his cock again.

His thrusts became even more frenzied as your voice got hoarse from screaming.

“Fuck yeah, Y/N. You’re so fucking needy for my cock, aren’t you.”

“Fuck yes, Zoro.”

You barely managed to form those words as you felt him hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over, so fucking deep.

“That’s right, your hot little pussy can have this every day if you can take it like this.”

You moaned, hands scrambling along the wall as he fucked you further across the floor.

Zoro shifted, lifting himself onto his knees now. He lifted your hips further with him, leaving your upper back on the floor while he shoved himself into you from a punishing, phenomenal angle.

You lost your fucking mind, screaming, scratching at yourself, scratching at him. He played with your clit with his thumb, and you almost slammed your head into the tile floor from how hard you came for him.

“Fuuuck yes, Y/N, fuck. Just. Like.That.”

You’d never come that hard in your life. Your aching cunt was milking him so hard, and your orgasm kept fucking coming when you felt his cock pulsing inside you. Zoro groaned, his thrusts losing rhythm as he bit into your neck. You were spasming underneath him as you felt his release.

You didn’t know how long had passed as you lay twitching on the floor. Zoro released your neck from his teeth, only to lick and kiss along your shoulder until you whimpered, your pussy still clenching around him.

He leaned back from you, holding your chin to face him. He gave you a dangerous smile before pulling away from your body, leaving you empty and gasping.

You couldn’t even lift your head to watch him. You winced as the shower turned on, the water splashing up your legs.

Zoro knelt over you, pulling you onto his lap while the water washed over your lower body.

You didn’t know if you could talk, let alone what to say, as Zoro started to clean your body along with his. You gasped when his hand reached your center, still dripping and slick with all he’d done.

He was gentle, just cleaning, but you twitched in his arms. He chuckled and kissed your temple.

“So, Y/N, should I head down to the town, and pick up some more condoms?”

You choked, sputtering as he laughed at you. He continued to wash up your body, and you shivered and gasped under his hands.

“Go buy me some new legs while you’re at it.”

His surprised laugh at your words made you laugh too, which made all your parts ache, in such a good, but still painful way.

Zoro had fucking wrecked you, but you’d never felt so much pleasure. Even that thought made your back arch against his chest, and he stopped laughing long enough to stroke his hand along your chest while he hummed against your ear.

“So you’re good with this? With helping each other out.”

His whisper sent chills through you, and you smiled.

“We’ve all got needs”

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bodyguard – Zoro NSFW

characters: bodyguard!zoro roronoa x bratty fem!reader (he's your bodyguard)

hate sex, degrading, light choking, mild angst with happy ending | smut | 18+ only – MDNI

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She lifted her gaze from her phone, scowling at the sound of someone clearing their throat. Standing before her was her bodyguard – a tall, muscular man with strikingly handsome features, almost like he was sculpted by the gods. His cropped green hair framed his sharp eye, and his snug-fitting black shirt showcased his well-built physique, exuding an air of both strength and professionalism.

"Hey Mr. Roronoa." She quickly fake smiled – she hated having to do that especially when she was annoyed but she had a reputation to maintain. Sure, the man had been her personal bodyguard for the past year or so, but she even had to put up a facade around him. He pissed her off so much and it was clear that she pissed him off but he was great at his job and it didn’t hurt that he was very easy on her eyes.

The green haired man looked her up and down, his eye narrowed. His gaze met with her scowl, feeling an ever so tiny smirk form on his lips but he wiped it away in an instant before she could process it. Despite his distaste for spoilt celebrities, the generous paychecks kept him in the business.

“Miss.”

"Let’s go, I’m drained. I need to get home and decompress." She huffed and started walking.

“Hm.” He replied simply, he took note of her attitude but chose to ignore it.

His footsteps followed close to hers as she walked. When she stopped, he did too. When she took her first step, so did he. He was at her every move – something, despite all the time they spent together, she was still not used to.

"You don't have to be so hot on my heels." She quirked her eyebrows and shot him a distasteful look.

“Hm, your safety is my main priority, Miss.” His voice was monotone, eye fixed on every corner around her, carefully scanning their surroundings. He had no intention of slacking behind or walking ahead of her, and he made sure she followed too.

His muscles flexed underneath his black shirt, and his height was quite intimidating. When he looked at her she felt like she was nothing more than a mouse compared to his towering size.

"Still not much of a talker, are you?" She carried on walking with her sunglasses disguise, it was only a matter of time before someone recognised her and flooded her, asking for pictures or autographs.

“I only talk if it’s mandatory.”

He didn’t want to be here, he was only here for the insane amounts of money he was paid for such a simple escort. His eye kept on scanning, and his footsteps remained the same, no intention of slowing down or walking ahead of her.

"It's mandatory now." Her eyes rolled in a display of exasperation, but a fake smile plastered her face as her real personality peeked through for a second.

He was onto her and she knew it. He saw right through her most of the time and it pissed her off. To the outer world, she was cheery and bubbly, but in reality, she was just a cynical brat who found keeping the act up exhausting. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to let him see her real side. A very small smirk grew to his lips at her exasperation.

"Is that so?" His voice was still monotone, his steps matching hers.

His gaze drifted, landing on hers momentarily. It felt as if sparks had ignited between them, he shrugged it off quicker than he thought that… after all, he couldn’t even stand her.

"Yes, just fill the silence.”

"Alright, how many of your fans know you’re a brat?”

His eye focused on her body as they walked, his smirk still present. He couldn't deny it, she was extremely attractive and had curves in all the right places. Zoro wasn’t one to indulge in his desires but today, he let himself enjoy the view. Her eyes widened for a split second, caught off guard by the question but being the true professional she was, she composed herself and flashed him another fake smile,

"What do you mean Mr. Roronoa? I'm no brat, how mean.”

“Let’s not kid each other, I see right through your little act.” There was a glint in his eye, he wasn’t falling for the whole nice girl act she was trying to sell him, he was around her long enough to pick up on all the subtle eye rolls and expression shifts.

“So, how many know? Or do you like playing the good girl when everyone is around?” Her presence pissed him off, he could feel his jaw clench automatically but he had to remind himself to not let her get to him.

"Maybe you've got me all wrong? Anyway, we're nearly at my house so you can just leave once I'm safely indoors."

She continued fake smiling and walked ahead of him, smile dropping when her face was out of his line of sight. He noticed it. He saw everything. How annoying. It seems that he was going to be a handful.

Just as she turned into her road she felt someone grab her wrist and yank her forward. The sudden grab of her wrist startled her, making her let out a shriek of surprise.

She looked up in horror only to find a strange man smiling creepily at her, "Y/N, I'm your biggest fan! Please marry me! You're the only one for me!"

Zoro reacted quickly to the situation, not a moment passed before he grabbed the man’s fingers that were wrapped around her wrist.

“Let go.” He spoke, his voice cold and unforgiving.

"W-who are you? She is mine!" The stranger babbled with fear in his eyes.

Zoro’s eye narrowed, he wasn’t going to give into this man’s tantrums. Not one bit. He had an insane level of self-control, even when he was tempted to snap this man's wrist, he still didn’t. He didn’t let his temper get that far.

“You heard me, let her go before I’m forced to take more drastic measures.”

The man screamed slightly with wide eyes, scrambling away after looking at the look on his face, "Y-you're a monster!”

A small smirk rose to his lips at the man’s words. It was a pleasant sight to watch the stranger scurry away.

“I’ve been called worse things than that.”

His attention shifted to her once again, she seemed stunned by his actions. No matter how many times the man protected her, each time was just as stunning. He did everything so gracefully, her heart hammered in her chest.

"H-he ran away just from one look..."

“You’d be surprised of what I’m capable of.” His voice was still monotone, but this time she could feel the slight edge to his tone. He turned to her and lightly grabbed her wrist to examine it.

“Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you in any way?”

"N-no... I'm just... just a little shaken up." She couldn't even hide how she really felt, it was definitely a scary experience, she was so glad he was there to save her.

"Thanks for saving me. Again.”

He continued to stare at her with his piercing gaze, it felt like he could look straight into her soul.

Her sudden thanks caught him off guard, he almost forgot how normal it was for people to thank and praise him. He didn’t feel much from it any more, it was simply a job that he was good at.

“It’s my duty.” He replied with a sharp tone, his grip on her wrist loosening.

Pulling her keys from her pocket, she unlocked her house cautiously. She was still on edge and didn't feel comfortable being left alone.

"Hey...I know your job is just to escort me to and from places but... do you think you could come in? I feel a bit uneasy being alone." She was normally okay on her own but today felt different.

A slight flicker of his eye met hers as she unlocked her house, they remained locked on hers as she spoke. It took him a moment to respond.

“Under one condition.”

“Okay.”

"You show me your real personality, no fake smiles or playing the part bullshit."

She knew he wasn’t playing any games with her this time. She may have seemed to be a kind hearted famous woman, but he saw through the fake smiles and knew that it was all a facade.

"This is the real me, but okay." She fake smiled at him once again and let him inside her house, making her way to the kitchen. "Do you want some tea or coffee?”

"Coffee, no sugar or milk." He replied, his eye following her every movement as she went to the kitchen. She was such an easy person to read, even when she tried to hide who she really was.

In a way he found it amusing how she tried to keep up this little act despite giving her real personality away. Zoro wasn't one to play games but he already decided then and there that he was going to make her break character. He hated that nasally high voice that she used around her fans, or the way she flashed them fake smiles. He had enough.

She nodded and started to brew them both a cup of coffee. "So Mr. Roronoa, how was your weekend?”

"Good. So how long are you going to keep up this fake attitude?" His voice was still monotone, he wasn't going to show her any genuine emotions. She could have the privilege of seeing that side of him but she had to earn it. He took a seat at her dining table, still watching her every move like a hawk.

She was starting to get pissed off but she forced another smile, setting down the coffee mug in front of him, "Like I said, this is my real personality."

Her face was smiling but if he was observant, he could hear the undertones of frustration in her sweet voice.

“Hmm, I think I’m starting to get a better picture from this little interaction.”

She really thought she could put up an act and keep it going in front of him, but no matter how hard she tried, he saw clear through it. He took a sip of the coffee, he didn’t even thank her, he was just looking at her with a condescending smirk.

"What do you mean?" the smile still on her face, as she took a sip from her coffee.

“You’re not as innocent as you try to make yourself out to be.” His voice was still monotone and from in the corner of his eye he saw the slight shift in her body language. He was getting to her.

“Your little act has run dry, I see right through it. I can tell that behind this innocent facade is a brat. Am I wrong?”

She clenched her jaw slightly, unclenching it quickly after reminding herself that she had to remain calm, "You're wrong.”

His smirk became more prominent at her answer, he was enjoying this a little too much. Her attempt to remain innocent was clearly no match for him.

“Oh is that so? Let's do an experiment then.”

"Go ahead." Irritation coursed through her veins as he skilfully prodded at her patience, in short, he knew how to push her buttons.

He looked at her, eye narrowing in thought. His gaze remained for what felt like a moment too long for her, but she didn't look away.

“I’ll do something and you will just have to keep your cool. If you fail, I will get a better idea of how you really react under stressful situations. Does that sound good?”

"Fine." She was determined to keep up her cheerful, innocent persona at all costs.

The corners of Zoro's muscles flexed slightly. His lips twisted into an amused smile as he watched her face. He set his coffee down and tilted his head slightly.

"I'm not going to sugarcoat anything I say and I will be as brutally blunt as possible. If you can't handle what I say then please tell me so I can stop, Miss."

"I already said fine didn't I?" She grinned through gritted teeth.

He raised an eyebrow at her words, she was trying her best to suppress her frustration, but it was so obvious that she was pissed off. He remained firm and unmoved, it seemed like he had complete control of himself, and this made her even more frustrated.

“Alright then, first off, you're not that attractive as everyone makes you out to be. I don’t see what all the hype is about.”

She felt herself get ticked off but wasn't going to let him win this and see her ugly side. "Okay.”

He smirked slightly, knowing that this was getting to her. She was struggling not to snap, holding her tongue as best as she could.

"You're also not the greatest singer either, your songs sound like they were written by a rat on a keyboard. And what's with your fake laughs when people make jokes? What's with the fake cheering and smiling when someone compliments you? You're just an entitled brat." He added on.

She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from yelling at him, he was bruising her ego and it was obvious. But she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her real side.

He noticed her biting her lip, as the corners of his eyebrows raised upwards, and he smirked slightly. He was definitely getting under her skin, she was barely keeping it together. He didn't know how much longer she could keep it up.

"I could just tell by looking at you that you're spoiled, even your voice sounds so whiney and you speak in a condescending manner. The way you dress is also very unappealing, my Grandma dresses better than you."

That was the breaking point. She snapped, a surge of anger propelling her into action. With determined long strides, she closed the distance between them and sharply commanded, "Shut the hell up.”

Now he had her, he saw the moment her facade completely shattered and she finally lost her cool.

Zoro smirked and tilted his head slightly as if to mock her but he was honestly rather interested in her reaction. She was much more of a brat then he had originally thought.

Her sharp commands were met with his unmoving stare, showing no signs of fear or intimidation.

"What? Struck a nerve, Miss?"

She gripped his tight shirt and pulled him down to her face, "I said. Shut. The. Hell. Up.”

There was a moment of resistance when she grabbed his shirt, he refused to budge for a moment until she tugged at it sharply. His eye looked down at her angrily, the corners of his lips curled up into a sadistic smile. His stare intensified when she spoke. He stayed like this for a moment before he spoke sharply, his voice now just as cold.

"Make me."

She doesn't know what came over her, perhaps it was the intensity of the anger and attraction she felt towards him, but she pulled him in closer and crashed her lips harshly on his. Her sudden actions took him by surprise, he didn't think she would be this rash, but it wasn't unwanted, at least from him. When she crashed her lips against his, it wasn't soft and passionate, this kiss held a lot of force that made him feel like she wanted to scream at him.

It wasn't bad though, in fact, it was electric and Zoro took control quickly by wrapping his arms around her waist. His lips locked with hers, their tongues fighting for dominance in an aggressive but satisfying way.

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“Hmmm, I guess you like it rough." he teased as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer.

“Shut up and kiss me idiot.” She snapped and blushed a little as she felt his touch on her.

Zoro chuckled softly against her lips before complying, deepening their kiss once more. His hands roamed up her back, entwining in her hair as he took control of the passionate exchange.

He pulled away and gripped her hair softly, “Looks like you’re not he good girl your fans think you are.”

She gasped and furrowed her brows to snap a response at him but he moved his fingers teasingly on her inner thigh. “S-shut up…”

Zoro hummed softly in response, kissing her neck. He smirked to himself as he felt her body tremble with anticipation, "You're mine to order around now."

“Y-you wish!” She gripped his wrist and panted in need.

Laughing softly, Zoro leaned down to capture her lips once more, his free hand sliding down her thigh, teasingly close but not quite touching her clit. He continued their heated kiss, his tongue dancing with hers.

“I’m going to ruin you, understand? A brat like you, who pretends to be an angel to the outside world, needs to be punished.”

“Fuck you…” She spat out but she loved how he made her feel, “P-please…”

"Please what?" He asked, leaning in closer to her ear as he traced another path up her thigh with his fingertip. "Tell me what you want, brat.”

“Shut up and respect me!” She wouldn’t admit but she loved him treating her like a slut, degrading her whilst the rest of the world worshipped the ground she walked on.

“You want me to respect you? You think a fucking brat like you deserves my respect?" Zoro asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're a fucking mess, look at you craving the disrespect."

She felt her body heat up at his words, he was right, she wanted to be disrespected by him. “Y-you’re wrong!”

"Am I?" He smirked, his finger finally reaching her core, teasingly rubbing circles around her swollen, sensitive nub. "You're not fooling anyone, sweetheart. You're mine to break and make."

She bit back a moan and glared at him as he toyed with her body, it felt so good but she would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that. “You wish!”

“I don’t wish, I know that you are.” His hand snaked around her waist, pulling her body against his as he continued to tease her with his fingers. “Look at you, you’re so weak and pathetic, you love being a slut don’t you?.”

“Shut up and fuck me right now!” She moaned against his chest as he toyed skilfully with her clit.

"Is that an order or a plea?" He asked, chuckling softly into her ear before sliding his fingers inside her, finally giving her the release she'd been craving. "Dirty little whore."

“R-Roronoa!” She arched her back and cried out as she edged towards her climax.

"Zoro." He corrected her sternly, feeling her body shudder underneath him. "Cum for me." His fingers continued to work their magic, pushing her over the edge once more with his cock throbbing in response to her sweet moans.

“Nnnn…” She writhed around in his grip as he overstimulated her with his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out of her, licking them clean without breaking eye contact. “Get on your fucking knees slut. It’s time that I put you in your place.”

She slid down slowly, her eyes still fixated on his lustful ones. She hated him, he hated her yet the feeling that was brewing between right this instant was so foreign.

“Unzip me and suck my dick.” He commanded roughly, coldness in his tone.

Her hands reached for his zipper and pulled it down, breath shaky from the pleasure she felt before. Without missing a beat, she gripped his cock and pumped it slowly before taking it in her mouth.

“Yes, that's it." He groaned, his hands finding their way to her hair. "Suck it like the filthy brat you are."

She took him deeper in her mouth, slobbering on him. It seemed that the pace was too slow for him though, so he ended up gripping her hair tighter and fucking her mouth roughly.

"Fuck!" He growled, his hips bucking forward as he lost control. His cock throbbed in her mouth, her warmth and wetness driving him wild.

She felt tears well up in her eyes, as he slapped her cheek lightly – it felt so good. She wanted more and more. She was slowly becoming addicted to him.

Zoro watched her closely, the mix of pleasure and pain etched on her face. "That's it." he whispered, his voice hoarse. "You like it rough, don't you?" He pulled her off his cock, leaving her gasping for air. "Stand up."

She complied immediately and got up without a word, her once bratty mouth quiet and anticipating.

"Good girl." he praised, grabbing her hair again. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock at her tight entrance. "You're going to take every inch of me, aren't you?"

“S-shut up…” although she was a desperate, sloppy mess for him, she felt part of her ego and pride peak through. She wouldn’t back down without a fight.

“You’ve already lost." he spat angrily, slamming into her in one swift motion. Her gasp turned into a moan as he filled her up, claiming her body as his own. He started thrusting, his movements rough and demanding, her body moving with him. "Now take what you've been begging for, I'll fuck you till you're nothing but a sobbing mess."

She leaned her head against his chest as he fucked her standing up. He loved watching all of her expressions as he had his way with her, all these faces that he hadn’t seen before. But that wasn’t enough. He wanted more. Zoro pulled out of her, gripped her wrist and pulled her to her window only to push her against it. He wanted the whole world to see her getting fucked by him.

She gasped when she felt her breasts come into contact with the cool window, “W-what are you doing?!”

"I'm teaching you a lesson," he growled, slamming back into her. "You're a dirty little whore, and the world needs to know it. Let them watch as I pound into your needy cunt.”

She didn’t even care at the thought of anyone seeing her at this point, she was focused on the intense pleasure she was feeling as he skilfully thrusted into her, hitting the right spot over and over again.

His eye darkened with lust as he watched her face twist in pleasure. He loved seeing her like this, so open and vulnerable. Zoro slammed into her harder, grunting with the force of his thrusts. "That's it, brat. Take it all."

“Please… please… more!”

“More?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief. "You want more?" He pulled out of her and quickly slid back in, his cock rubbing against her G-spot.

"How about this?" he growled, starting to pound into her harder than ever, making sure to hit that very spot over and over again.

She screamed in pleasure, not caring who heard and threw her head back against his chest, “Y-Yes! Right there!”

His heart pounded in his chest, matching the rhythm of their bodies. The sound of her screams, her pleas, fueled him further. He gripped her hips tighter, his other hand reaching up to hold onto her neck, marking her as his.

She felt her orgasm near and started fucking herself onto his cock, desperate for release.

He groaned at the feel of her tightening around him. The pleasure was too much, it was almost unbearable. "Cum for me." he growled, thrusting deeper into her. "Cum on my cock, brat. Let the world know how desperate you are!"

She came undone and creamed around his cock as she let out a string of moans, “Zoro!”

Her screams echoed in his ears, driving him to the edge. He was close too, he could feel it – the way she gripped around his cock was too much for him. “Where do you want my cum, you pathetic whore?”

“I-Inside! Please!” She couldn’t think straight, her tongue out of her mouth as she panted.

"Look at you being such a dirty slut, I bet your fans have no idea how much of a cum dump you are huh?" He leaned down and growled into her ear, his thrusts growing more erratic as he reached his climax. With one final push, he filled her womb with his hot seed, moaning her name. "Fuck!”

She cried out, a third orgasm ripping through her, “Aah!”

He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. "You're such a mess." he smirked and watched her fall to the ground

She panted, steadying herself on the floor. The pleasure was just too much for her.

“Go back to your fans and tell them what a good time you had with your bodyguard." he said, smirking down at her. He couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. "And don't forget to thank me for the ride."

“Shut up…”

"Tsk, tsk.” he chided, stepping over her and reaching for his clothes. "You're such a spoiled brat even when you're being used like this."

She blinked her tears back and shot him a pained look, showing him that she’s no longer playing the game they were playing. She felt vulnerable and all she wanted right now was to be held and cared for.

His gaze softened, maybe he had pushed it too far. Zoro crouched down to pick her up bridal style and carried her to what he assumed was the shower. “Are you okay?”

She nodded weakly and felt the warm water wash away signs of their previous activity along with her tears. He leaned down to grab the shower gel and lathered it on her body. Her heart fluttered at his gentle touch and surprisingly caring nature, “Thank you…”

"Just doing my duty." he replied, his voice still rough around the edges.

He cleaned her with gentle motions, his hands lingering a little too long in some places. He noticed she didn't object, so he continued, his mind wandering, lost in thought. She grabbed the shower gel and did the same for him, lathering and cleansing all over his body. There was an unspoken feeling growing between them, which both of them had noticed.

“Hmm?" he asked, breaking out of his trance. Eye flickering to hers, smiling softly at her. There was something there, something more than just lust or anger. He couldn't quite place it, but he liked it.

She smiled softly up at him, letting the warm water hit their skin, “I didn’t say anything.”

“I know." he said, leaning against the tiled wall. "But there's something about you that I can't seem to resist. Even after knowing how much of a brat you are." He reached out, running his hand through her hair, pulling her closer.

She continued smiling at him, “What? Don’t tell me my bodyguard has fallen for me?”

Zoro couldn't help the full blown smile that spread across his face. "Maybe just a little bit." He reached around her, slipping his arm around her waist, holding her close.

"But I'm not just your bodyguard, am I?"

“Are you not?”

His heart skipped a beat at her question. "No, I'm not." He leaned in closer, their bodies pressed against each other.

Her heart rate picked up as she stared lovingly into his eye, “Is that so?”

He could feel the desire coursing through him, making it difficult to think of anything else but her. "I think you can feel it too." he whispered, his lips brushing against hers lightly.

She pressed a gentle kiss against his lips, “I can.”

The warmth of her lips against his sent shivers down his spine as he deepened the kiss. The kiss was different this time, it was gentle and sweet – it felt comforting and soft.

She pulled away and hugged him close, “I want you by my side…more than just a bodyguard.”

“I already am, Miss.”

phew! hope you guys liked this and as always, please let me know your thoughts / if you have and fic requests! (also I'm working on part 2 for my previous fic so keep an eye out for that <3)

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roronoagem · 3 months

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hi love ! could i request a loser zoro x fem reader in which zoro deadass cums in his pants just by fingering his girl :3 u could add onto it if you’d like ^.^

characters: roronoa zoro

content warning: +18 nsfw, fem!reader, fingering, kissing, light dirty talk & maybe r is a tiny bit mean but like not really? not proofread.

a/n: hii >_< i like loser zoro, i genuinely believe that he gets off by pleasuring his partner so yeah. i’m sorry if it’s short, i hope you’ll like it anyway <3 thank you for the req, have a good day !!

zoro is a rough and messy kisser, he likes manhandling you and most importantly, he enjoys pleasuring you. he’s dedicated, he’s attentive to your every reaction and makes sure you’re enjoying every moment.

your sweet moans and gasps are music to his ears, as he kisses your neck, licking and biting your skin, while his thick fingers thrust in your wet and warm channel. the squelching sounds coming from between your legs make your face warm up, you hold zoro’s shoulders tightly as you jerk your hips forward, seeking the approaching climax.

“you close, babe?” his voice is so low you shiver, you try to reply, you really do. but the way his fingers are hitting your sweet spot repeatedly is making it really hard. as zoro pushes his hips up against you, fingers no stopping, you can hear him grunt against the skin of your neck. the grip on your hip tightens.

you come while slurring his name, zoro leans closer to kiss your lips. you realise he just stopped humping your leg and oh fuck. oh fuck. zoro just came in his pants. untouched.

“zoro,” you murmur, still a bit breathless. “yeah?” he looks at your face, worrying about you. “did you just came in your pants?” you try to make it sound like a genuine question, even though it is both exciting and funny? the blushing on his face is funny for sure.

“no,” he growls, annoyed that you noticed. “yes? do you enjoy playing with my pussy that bad?” you tease him, going to palm his dick, still hard! “o-oi,” zoro tries to stop you, feeling ashamed. “aw, look at you. you’re blushing a lot, baby,” you kiss his lips, palming him through his pants, feeling the wet fabric under your palm. “what a loser…”

“fuck,” he grunts, thrusting into your hand as zoro rests his forehead on yours, close to panting. you sure know how to push the right buttons.

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onyaki · 5 months

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boxer shorts and bras

r. zoro

"you can take it ma," he likes to whisper in your ear when your mind is too clouded to even realize what he's saying. piles of clothes on your bedroom floor, your queen sized bed; clothed with silky soft sheets and a matching comforter, weighted down with you and zoro.

"all that shit you were talking, and you're already down?" he likes pestering you with all the things that spill from your mouth. the things you don't think about before you say. "fuck I can't take how good you look underneath me. my girl looks so so so so damn good." he reeks of mint toothpaste and of his lotion, his hair damp and messy.

"say something to me pretty woman," your eyes rolled back from him overstimulating you. pulling out whenever you're begging to cum. setting his hand over your stomach just to feel where he's at. guiding your hands to feel what your eyes refuse to see. he's fucking wrecked you, doey, teary eyes, sharp, quick breathing in hopes to catch your breath, and messy hair.

"zoro," you coo, almost like you're pleading with him. his hands wipe tears from your eyes and he acts like he isn't dick deep in you.

"such a pretty woman" he compliments you, with a touch of sarcasm, that's immediately taken back when he's reminded of the feeling of your nails on his back. "hm?" he questions you like he isn't overstimulating you. "my pretty girl," he kisses your forehead.

he'll end your date night with shoving all your shit talk back to you. he'll leave you a wreck. kiss your forehead, clean you up and talk to you. while he watches your pretty face sleep.

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undiscovered-horizon · 5 months

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"Ultimatum" - Zoro x Reader

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When you were a child, your parents took you to a circus. Among clowns, lions and contortionists, the one thing that stuck in your mind was a tightrope artist. She danced and tumbled 40 feet above the ground, a smile on her face. When she flew in the air, you kept wondering whether this time she would fall but your fear never came true - she didn't lose her footing, didn't lose her balance even once.

You find yourself thinking about the circus artist more often lately as you keep questioning your relationship with Zoro. On one hand, there are the lingering touches, stolen kisses and words filled with undeniable desire. But there's also his coldness and distance, the unwillingness to speak about his feelings. Whenever you're about to give up and cut your losses, accept that your little maybe-romance is purely opportunistic, Zoro pulls you right back in with seemingly no effort. He has you wrapped around his finger, no sense in denying that.

And just like that girl 40 feet in the air, you're also walking the tightrope. But contrary to the performer, you're not sure you can do it as skillfully as she did. As days turned into weeks and your relationship with the swordsman only became more confusing, you felt yourself losing balance. It feels like soon enough you'll be falling off the tightrope. And a 40-foot drop is enough to break, whether it's a bone or a heart.

The night fits your mood: cold, rain hanging in the air, wind tugging and nipping at exposed skin. The ocean and sky are in turmoil, giving you a sense of comfort - tonight, it's not only you who's fighting against themself. Does the sea also question her relationship with the shore? Does she also wonder if their fleeting, chaste kisses as waves wash the sandy beach are something more than opportunistic tenderness?

Your heart is beating out of your chest as you knock on the door to Zoro's bedroom. Shortly after, a welcoming grunt resounds on the other side.

The swordsman is lying in a hammock, staring at the ceiling above. With one hand underneath his head, he looks really comfortable. He bends his neck slightly to look at you but doesn't get up for now.

"I'm done, Zoro," you spit out a little faster than you planned. There's no point in pretending that you're not about to choke on your emotions.

The tightrope artist tumbles on the highwire.

He furrows his eyebrows. "With what?"

"With whatever it is we've got going on." It feels like a dam has broken and you find yourself unable to control the flood of words coming out of your mouth. Tears sting your eyes. "You clearly don't want anything serious and I've grown into accepting that I can't change your mind. I also can't just wait around to see if you maybe decide to settle for a relationship. I love you, Zoro, but I have too much self-respect to let myself remain just a convenience to you."

Only when you finish your monologue do you realize you're crying. Weeks of pent-up emotions, anxiety and pure, unrequited adoration you hold for that man have burst inside your chest. The sense of relief you're suddenly feeling is something of a silver lining.

She loses her balance. The audience falls silent.

But Zoro doesn't share your emotional turmoil. He returns to staring at the fascinatingly bland ceiling. "Fine, I'll do it. I'll be your boyfriend," he says in a disinterested voice.

Only static fills your mind. "What?" A question escapes you as you try to make sense of his words. "Zoro, you-"

"That's what you want, isn't it?" he cuts you off. Suddenly he sits up, legs hanging over the side of the hammock. The movement makes the cot swing slightly.

You stare at his face in search of the truth that hides behind his words. Does he really think superficially succumbing to you will fix everything? Or maybe there's something else on his mind - maybe he just doesn't care what you call him.

"What I want is something authentic, not just a fling to pass the time because we're both lonely," you continue. "I have feelings for you and I can't keep pretending that I'm casual about this," you point between him and you, "thing."

The performer waves her hands around, desperately trying to find her footing.

Zoro gets up from the hammock. In a few strides, he finds himself in front of you, closer than within an arm's reach. "You're not a fling," he says decisively. You almost believe him.

A bitter laugh escapes your lips. "I'm not a relationship either, it seems."

He lets out an exasperated sigh. This conversation is tiring him. Maybe you're tiring him.

Zoro's dark eyes are drilling into yours. You can't help but think that he's holding back from something.

"I don't care what you name it." His voice is stern. Suddenly, the air is too thick to breathe comfortably. "All I want is you. I'll do whatever it takes. If that means being a 'boyfriend'," the mocking tone is obvious, "then so be it. I'll gladly be your boyfriend."

Truthfully, you didn't know what you were expecting when you decided to confess your feelings to Zoro but it definitely wasn't this. Then, your previous anxiety blossoms into something unbearably sweet and tender. He doesn't care what you have as long as it's with you.

"Are you serious?" you whisper. This reality seems almost too good to be true.

"Dead," he murmurs back.

Zoro presses his lips against yours. The kiss is slow and heartfelt, unlike the kisses you're used to sharing with him. Strong, desperate hands grab at your waist and hips, forcing you to follow him as Zoro walks backwards. With a creak and a thud, the two of you fall on the hammock.

The crowd cheers loudly. The dancer has regained her balance and continues the routine with even more grace and glamour in her movements.

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candyhartes · 2 months

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mine to lose

s: zoro and you don’t seem to understand each other well enough

cw: angst

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you knew what you got yourself into the night you and zoro had shared, the security of a relationship with the swordsman who’s only goal is to become the greatest. you’re an understanding person; there’s no zoro without his swordsmanship just like there’s no you without the crew. that night the two of you discussed the conflict that would arise in a potential relationship and yet the two of you were unwavering—diving into each other without hesitation.

and yet as you watch your boyfriend walk onto the ship after yet another difficult expedition on your most recent island; the once full swooning, heart blooming feeling that you’ve once gotten turns into the sound of glass cracking under the intense pressure of heat.

your captain, luffy, turns his shoulder and catches the gaze of zoro on his right. the two share a brief moment before he leads the rest of crew back on the ship. not once does zoro meet yours.

the adventure on this island was nothing more than a test of loyalty; at least it was in your eyes. split into groups and taking down the enemy was something you were used to, you didn’t mind. you can hold your own. but when the time came to save luffy and nami or you and usopp: your mind was busy hoping the man you love would be the hero you’ve always thought he was.

and he is.

just not yours.

you missed the brief exchange between him and sanji, missed the way they communicated with eye contact, missed the way he said ‘i would never leave you’ with his usual stoic face, you had missed it all.

and maybe if you had understood him a little better, you would know why he chose to save luffy over you. leaving you in the arms of another as he runs away from you.

“we’ll meet up with them on the ship,” sanji mutters, the sound of the lighter flickering covering the the sound of shattering coming from your chest. sanji blows out a puff of smoke watching the wave of emotions crash through your eyes. he hums and nudges you, “cmon let’s go.”

usopp gratefully begins to spew about how happy he is that sanji got there before they were ‘dead meat’ (no offense to you) but his skills were needed.

now, as you watch zoro bandage the wounds you got from the island, you notice the distant gaze in his eyes. he still cares, that’s obvious from the delicate touches and his usual hard grip turning feather-like as he wraps your arm. there’s tension in the air—perhaps you’re to blame, but he makes no effort to dispel it.

“don’t try to win something you know you won’t,” zoro mutters softly. his fingers tap on bandage refusing to meet your eyes. and in that moment, hope floods your chest. of course he still cares. he finally moves his head to match your height, “what will the crew do without their favorite seamstress? get some rest.”

and that hope you once had? evaporates as he stands to leave with a kiss against your temple and a slight ruffle of your hair before he disappears out the door of your room. he didn’t notice your sadden eyes or the way they pleaded to give you an once of attention.

“don’t go,” you plead to yourself. if only you understood zoro a little bit better, you would understand why he chose to give you room. and maybe if zoro understood you better, he would know you didn’t want that.

note. oh em gee i haven’t gotten the chance to write so i just threw something together from my drafts. idk it’s just word vomit. there will probably not be a part 2 for this srry

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zoro-jpg · 7 months

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zoro headcannon - him as your boyfriend

A/n: okay so i decided to give this a try!! This is mostly based off the live action (i haven't watched the anime && have not read the manga yet && have only done slight research lol). I hope you still enjoy this nevertheless, I love this moss headed man.

• A relationship with Zoro would probably be the most chill and the most exhilarating thing at the same time

• So with that in mind, many dates will pretty much just be that

• At a café or on the ship, just talking

• He works really hard and is often carried away in his training and such so getting that time to just be with you and catch up while relaxing is often a dream date for the both of you

• That's not to say he doesn't go out with you

• He does

• On extended breaks he'll be the number advocate for overnight trips off of the ship whenever he has a chance

• Going to different places

• Dates with him would be alcohol and food related

• Whether it's a bar or street food when out

• Or food he begged Sanji to cook when he heard you missed a certain meal from home

• Just nothing but vibes

• I feel like when in public, he probably won't be the most touchy

• Unless is a more private/secluded setting

• Mostly holding hands or his hand on your back

• Nothing too major

• In private, however

• I can see him being pretty hands on

• He needs to be touching you

• wether that’s him cuddled up with you

• or just him laying in your lap as you play with his hair

• touching his arm or just hugging him from behind is enough for him to feel connected with you and it doesn’t have to be all the time.

• So long as it’s thoughtful and at an appropriate time, Zoro feels relaxed

• Does he like the occasional kiss on the cheek for no reason? Hell yeah! But even the simplest of touches will be enough for him.

• he likes knowing he can count on you in a fight or mission. He’s not a complainer when things get tough, but it’s nice know that you can handle yourself and can take the lead.

• he also loves to receive praise and reassurance from you

• It could be because that's his love language

• words of affirmation

• Although the same could be said about physical touch and quality time

• It all blends together really

• Anywho!

• He'd be a great boyfriend without a doubt

• I don't see many fights happening due to the fact that he's more than willing to talk things out before it becomes an issue

• Overall a really wholesome and prosperous relationship

• Whether or not it leads to more

• It'll be something that the two of you will be sure to remember and learn from for our futures

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bby-deerling · 22 days

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Zoro, Law and Kid reacting to shy reader beeing really drunk and saying things like "my pussy is made for your dick" or "you're so hot make me some babies" 😏🤩 please a Hc (don't mind nsfw)

hehe this is a cute one (also lowkey relatable since i tend to become a little bit of a flirty menace when i'm drunk)

being drunk and flirting with them (nsfw)

ft. zoro, kid, law

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cw: alcohol, drunken antics, character also implied to be drinking, drunk sex, afab!reader

zoro

given the way you were lazily tucked into his side, zoro had expected you to be asleep—that's why it catches him so off-guard when you place your hand on his thigh, lean into his ear, and whisper i need you so bad right now.

his mind freezes up; he was used to being the one who initiates sex, and seeing you this brazen and eager turns him into a blushing mess, unsure of how to react.

that being said, once his mind is done reeling, he recovers and takes another swig of his sake, a smirk creeps across his face. "oh yeah? let's take this somewhere else then." he says in a husky tone as he stands up and scoops you up, throwing you over his shoulder and taking you somewhere private to give you exactly what you asked for.

kid

this man is a menace to society, and when you uncharacteristically whisper some filth into his ear, he's over the moon, ecstatic that he's finally broken through your shy exterior (and also thrilled that he's about to get some).

he tests his luck and teases you for being to blunt about how much you're craving him, and hopes you won't go crawling back into your shell; when you sit on his lap instead and yank his lips down to yours, he feels like he's in heaven.

he intentionally provokes you to see how bold and confident you can get. usually, he's the one who is in control in the bedroom, but the novelty of seeing you so unabashed and wanting makes him want to experience every last drop of confidence you have to give him.

law

he has a sharp tongue and is no stranger to whispering filthy things laced with innuendo into your ear, especially when liquid courage is surging through his veins, but having the tables turned back on him for once makes things so much more fun for him.

that's why when you tell him "i want you so much. it's like your cock was made for me." in a soft, sultry tone, he's a bit taken aback, but quickly recovers and purrs in your ear that if you want him so bad, you're gonna have to work for it.

he stretches things out as long as he possibly can, teasing you with feather-light touches and soft kisses everywhere but where you need it most, though if you keep running that dirty mouth of yours, he'll eventually cave and give you the bliss you desire.

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deepflowerruins · 4 months

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PHOTOSHOOTS

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zoro × reader, fluff, smut, jealous zoro, slight harassment, pining down, licking cunt, spilling cum, squirting, slight bruises, strawberries, chocolates, angry zoro, loud moaning, grinding, strawhat reader, short revealing dresses, explicit, very random lmao

warning - only for 18+ readers, some might find this violent and disturbing, you have been warned, might have some mistakes as the text has not been proof readed

word count - roughly 600

synopsis - straw hats were famous throughout the world, photographers who are in alliance with the pirates, famous throughout the world, offered photoshoots to the renowned straw hats. you and zoro have been dating for years now, and your relationship was only known to your crewmates

"you ready?"

"yeah" you replied to robin. everyone was dressed up in their top notch clothes, ready for the photoshoot, men dressed up in suits while the ladies were ready with their short sexy dresses. you wore a black dress which showed off your cleavage and a bit of chest, complimenting your pale legs and perfectly hugging your curves. any men would fall for you.

the girls got out of their rooms only to be greeted by the men. "are you guys finally ready? took you long enough" luffy said, only to be replied by nami "we take time cause we look good!"

meanwhile zoro pulled you by your waist to kiss your forehead, admiring your beauty, you fixed his tie and put your hands around his neck, gave him a small peck, his cheeks red and a smile plastered on his face.

"let's go shall we?" usopp said. one by one everyone headed towards the shark submerge III, designed by franky.

they headed to the location fixed for the photoshoot.

everyone got their group and a couple of photoshoots done. it was now time for the individual ones. your turn came. you headed towards the center. the photographer came near you. he put his hands on your shoulders.

"please lean down ma'am" zoro was already getting angry at the photographer for touching you. you leaned down to the position. he clicked a few photos, and came near you again.

he touched your cleavage and made you sit in a seductive position. you were clearly uncomfortable. zoro and other crewmates noticed that.

"mr. photographer, can she take a break for a while, she seems tired" sanji said. you walked towards sanji and thanked him for noticing your uncomfortable situation.

you walked over to zoro "baby, I am not getting a very good feeling about this" zoro fumed with anger. maintaining the eye contact with you. he was very angry yet his gaze towards you was very soft and concerning. "you want me to cut him into slices?" "no it's fine, I think I can handle this" you replied, with a reassuring smile.

the photoshoot was over and you guys were back on the ship. you sat alone in the aquarium room, eating the strawberries with some chocolate.

zoro walked towards you. "do you know how angry I was?" you smiled at him. "I know love, I know you better than you" "well then you must know why I came here to you?"

"you want some help?" you smirked at the sight of him. "I don't want help, I'll do the things myself"

the next thing you knew, you were pinned down on the bench, his hand holding yours down causing your hands to bruise. he drilled himself inside you. each time hitting your cervix and getting deeper. you moaned uncontrollably, enough for others around the room to hear your activities. as soon as you came on his throbbing cock, and he poured his juices inside your cunt.

he headed down to your cunt. licking you, eating you out, like some hungry beast, hungry since days for this taste. you shrieked loudly at the feeling. he shoved his fingers inside you, making you squirt.

"you wanna moan too loudly today huh?" he grabbed the strawberries and chocolate kept nearby and shoved it in your mouth. silencing you. time after time you came, but he didn't stop till you passed out from exhaustion. "you're mine darling" he let out a cheeky smile.

"come on let us go bath" he said and picked you up. jealous zoro was too much for you but you couldn't deny the enjoyment you received.

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badgerbl00d · 7 months

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hey I've fallen down a rabbit hole of reading your fics and it's 3am here but they're so good!!! I'm in love ✨✨✨💕💕 i was wondering if I could request a story with Zoro but the reader's ex is there and she doesn't miss him but she runs into him for the first time and she's hurt after he disappeared on her, maybe he's with a bunch of his friends. Zoro comforts her, maybe even embarrasses the ex while they fight off some enemies and stuff. Sorry i know I'm rambling on, but ahhhh i would love to see this come to life! thanks again! :)

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☆ characters: roronoa zoro

☆ up next: captain's girl; shanks x reader

☆ summary: you have an unexpected run-in with your no good ex boyfriend but unfortunately for him, you have zoro with you

☆ a/n: lovedddd writing this! i love writing protective zo :3 thank u for this ask! requests are still open

☆ key: e/n = ex's name

It was a busier night than you and the crew had seen in a while. You were all desperate for a day off of chores and the open ocean so Nami suggested a brief stop at the closest island.

You’d broken off in groups to spend some time on land and you Zoro and Robin had made your way to a dive bar in town.

It was a welcome stop– the ship only had sake on it. Franky and Brook had finished the gin during a card game and Sanji had finished off the bourbon in a recipe.

The three of you found a seat and you took a moment to sink into the torn leather cushion, breathing in the smell of old cigarettes in ashtrays and beer. The neon lights washed you in a warm hue and Zoro couldn’t help but stare at how the blinking lights shifted on your face, changing the shadows of your eyelashes danced on your cheeks.

He got up, realizing Robin had taken note of his staring and made his way to the bar ordering a drink for himself.

You and Robin were talking, he could hear your giggling and tried to drown the warmth that erupted in his tummy by downing the drink.

You walked up behind him and hugged him from behind, “Zo-ro!”

He loved the way you said his name, stretching out the first syllable and emphasizing the second. Zou– ro!

“Hey, Y/n,” he said, biting back a smile.

“What’d you order?”

“Sake.”

“Shocking! Gimme a sip.”

He handed you the small bowl, his heart beating faster when your fingers touched.

He watched you sip it and wince as it went down.

“Still gross.”

It was too much to be around you, you were intoxicating and he knew if he spent too much time around you after having had a few drinks he’d most likely say something stupid and embarrass himself.

He started getting up, awkwardly trying to get you off of his shoulders.

You let go and took his seat.

“Here,” he dug around in his pockets and handed you a few bills and several coins.

You shot him a puzzled look.

“Get yourself a drink, since you didn’t like mine.”

“With…” you paused and counted the money, “Three berries and sixty-four.. no, sixty-five cents?”

He shot you a look and snatched the money up, grumbling as he went back to the table.

A man in the bar quickly took Zoro’s place once he’d walked away and started up a conversation with you, much to Zoro’s irritation. He went and sat with Robin, sipping his drink and playing a game of checkers with her.

An hour or so had passed and you, sociable as ever, had talked to almost everyone in the bar.

Robin playfully nudged Zoro in your direction, who was absorbed almost entirely in his sixth cup of sake of the night.

You were sitting alone at the bar now, ordering yourself a drink.

Zoro furrowed his brow and took another big sip of his drink, pretending not to understand what Robin was hinting at.

“Hmph,” he muttered, still not wanting to admit to Robin that his crush had been found out.

A sudden impulse to go to you and declare his feelings bubbled up in his chest and against his better judgment, he stood up trying to gather the courage to go up and sit with you. It’s not like it would have been weird–he was closer with you than the rest of the crew and he knew you better than anyone (at least that’s what he let himself believe). But tonight, for some reason, he had been feeling nervous around you. He told himself that maybe it was your new perfume, floral and saccharine, and dizzying every time he caught your intoxicating scent or the dress you were wearing that hugged your body in all his favorite places, not that he looked, of course, or maybe it was your hair which was framing your face, now glowing in the soft light of the bar and pink with the warmth of alcohol that was driving him absolutely mad at the thought and sight of you.

“Better hurry,” she said, getting up to leave, “Looks like a few other people already want to take the open seat next to her.”

A group of younger boys in the corner pushed one of their group toward where you were sitting, sending flirty remarks your way.

“I’ll see you two back on the ship tonight.”

You ignored the boys behind you, rolling your eyes at their antics.

“Mint gimlet, miss,” the bartender said, handing you a drink, winking, “The gentleman over there sent it.”

“Oh? Well, thanks,” you said, looking to see who had guessed your favorite drink.

Your heartbeat picked up, thumping with a quick, erratic beat against your chest. You felt goosebumps cover your skin and your stomach churned.

Him.

It had been two, or was it three?, years. God knows you’d tried contacting him; dozens of letters, calls, messages, just wanting to know what happened. Had you done something? Was he in trouble? Did a year of your life mean nothing to him? All that time, all those kisses and conversations and messy beds and lazy mornings. All the petty arguments and fights and the tears you’d cried in front of him. You had told yourself that there was no way he’d have thrown it all away. But six months after you’d last seen him, leaving your bed in the early hours of the morning, kissing your forehead and promising you dinner that night, he’d responded to one of your letters.

It was some shitty, half-assed excuse—something about new opportunities and not wanting to tie you down, being your own person.

A lump in your throat began forming at just the thought of it.

You looked away from him, blinking back tears, but it was too late. He was headed your way.

Well, you thought, the least you could do was ignore him.

He sat one seat away from you, smiling at you like a schoolboy in love. You wanted to break your glass over his head.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he said, placing his hand over yours, “How are ya?”

He was halfway through a beer, a drink that you now associated with his memory.

You clenched your jaw and looked straight ahead, ignoring him entirely.

“At least taste the drink, I know they’re your favorite.”

Zoro, who had been closely watching this entire interaction noted how you tensed up the moment he sat down and placed a steady hand on the handle of his sword. He paused for a moment, closely observing the scene that was playing out before him. He watched you push the drink in front of you away and your soft smile fall into a frown.

“Leave me alone.”

The man reached over and placed his hand on your thigh and gently squeezed, eliciting visible disgust from you.

Pushing his hand off you repeated yourself, “Leave me a-lone.”

Zoro was already making his way toward you from the other side of the room, his blood starting to simmer at the sight of your unwanted visitor.

He stopped at a table about twenty feet away from you, deciding he would wait a bit more before taking any action– he was, after all, somewhat intrigued.

The man was laughing, but you had never looked so angry.

“I am sorry, sweetheart,” he heard him say, “Let me explain what happened, just hear me out.”

“I don’t care what happened, and I will not hear anything out so long as it’s you speaking,” you responded.

“Did ya miss me? At least answer me that.”

Your hands were balled up into shaky fists, “No.”

The man laughed again, grabbing your drink from in front of you and taking a sip, “Yes, you did. Look how worked up you are! Don’t know how to respond to the sight of me, huh? Am I as handsome as you remember?”

You suddenly felt a large hand on your shoulder and turned to look up and see Zoro, relief sweeping through your body.

“Hey, Zo,” you said, smiling at him.

“Mind getting me a beer?”

“Not sake?” you asked. He laughed, a lot more than normal, but insisted it was the beer he wanted.

Tension between you and your ex was already at an all-time high, and your apparent closeness with Zoro wasn’t helping.

The bartender placed the beer in front of you and you pushed it over to Zoro who grabbed it and sat in the empty seat between you and your ex.

“You know him?” Zoro asked, taking a generous sip of beer.

You didn’t respond for a second, but eventually nodded, “Yeah.”

“Want me to move?”

You could see E/n glaring at Zoro.

You bit the inside of your cheek and looked up at Zoro who had an unreadable sort of expression on his face, something between irritation and apathy. He looked straight ahead and didn’t look at either you or the man to his right.

Several moments passed without an answer and he turned to look at you, “Didn’t think so.”

“We were having a conversation,” your ex nudged Zoro’s arm.

You knew the look on Zoro’s face, it was that sort of glazy-eyed focus he fell into before fighting.

“E/n, we’re done talking.”

“Are you sure this guy isn’t bothering you, Y/n? I felt like we were close to… reconnecting.”

Ugh, go away.

“Well, we weren’t,” you said.

Zoro stayed silent, sipping his beer, but you could tell he was very aware of everything going on around him.

“Alright,” he said, getting up. He grabbed his coat and walked over to you, leaning over your shoulder, his chest to your back, and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You watched Zoro’s fist clench out of the side of your eye.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, “Get off.”

As much as you hated the man, you knew Zoro was very capable of escalating things very quickly and you wanted to avoid causing a scene.

You felt a small rush of wind on the back of your neck and the cool edge of a blade settle there.

Uh-oh.

So much for staying calm.

“Step away from her,” Zoro snarled, “Now.” His sword was extended behind your head and the point was resting on E/n’s chest.

He put his hands up and smirked at Zoro, “Let’s not get too confident here, buddy.”

He pushed his jacket to the side and rested his hand on the gun that sat on his hip. He drew it slowly and dragged his finger to rest on the trigger.

You remembered that stupid gun and the fight that had ensued when you’d accidentally touched it.

Zoro laughed, loud and bold.

“I’ll have your hands cut off and skinned before you can pull the trigger. Make this a lot easier for yourself and leave.”

Zoro didn’t look anywhere other than his face. His arm was steady and the sword didn’t waver even an inch. Confident and unwavering, he resembled a tiger before it kills.

Your ex placed the gun back in its holster and turned to shoot you a pathetic smile, “Are you sure you want me to leave? You won’t see me again.”

You won’t see me again.

For a moment, all that hurt resurfaced. The striking realization that this was it. Your relationship was done and would never be what it had been again. This moment, right now, was truly it. You prepared yourself to say something, anything. But there was a growing lump in your throat so you stopped yourself from answering. You’d never forgive yourself if your voice broke now.

Zoro moved in front of you, blocking you from his view, “You’re conversation with her is done. You can talk to me and lose your life in the process or you can leave.”

“Bitch,” he muttered under his breath, still looking at you and turning to leave.

Before he’d even finished saying the word you watched Zoro’s sword cut through the air quicker than you could process, leaving him standing over your ex-boyfriend who was now clutching his bleeding chest on the floor.

You shot up, suddenly nauseated by the exchange and the unnerving satisfaction you felt.

Blood was soaking through his shirt and puddling in his palm, his breathing heavy and ragged.

You grabbed Zoro’s arm and he turned to look at you. His complexion completely changed the moment he looked down at you, concern pouring from all of his features.

Are you okay? he asked, his eyes speaking for him.

“Let’s go, Zo,” you said, tugging on his arm, “There’re marines in town.”

He nodded, lowering his sword but he didn’t sheath it.

“Just give me one more second.”

Zoro crouched down and nudged him with the handle of his sword like a cat playing with its prey.

“I know you’re alive, so listen ‘cause I’m not gonna repeat myself,” he drew his sword and brought it up next to his ear. You watched silently as he visibly flinched. Zoro brought the blade down to rest on his shoulder, and slid it toward himself, wiping the blood off of the sword and onto his shirt.

“If I ever see you again. Any time, any place- I guarantee that I will be the last thing you see on Earth. Understood?”

Zoro didn’t move at all, not a muscle, not an inch. He stayed watching the man like a hawk, clutching his bleeding chest until he gave a slight nod. Had you blinked you would’ve missed it.

Zoro stood up, dusting off his knees and sheathing his sword.

He turned toward the door and grabbed your hand on his way out taking you with him.

The urge to turn around and look bubbled up inside you—to see him as devastated as you had been, to see him experience the pain you had felt.

And as though he had read your mind Zoro gave your hand a squeeze.

Keep walking, he told you.

You steeled yourself and walked out hand in hand with Zoro, whose hand was warm with speckled blood.

He led you around the side of the bar, stopping only when you were tucked away in the alley.

It was silent, neither of you saying anything.

You looked up at him, making eye contact finally. He seemed somewhat embarrassed, his cheeks were fairly pink.

You figured maybe he was regretting his rash actions but he was only really freaking out about having held your hand for so long.

“Zoro…”

“It’s nothing, really. He was a dick. Ex-boyfriend?” he said, trying badly to hide his jealousy.

It was funny– how he could go from quasi-murderer to shy schoolboy in minutes.

“Something like that,” you replied, looking away from his face, messing around with the hem of your shirt. Your eyes were starting to water again.

“Hey, hey,” he said, leaning down to take your face between his thumb and forefinger, “What did he do? I’ll go back and kill him.”

You laughed, sniffling in between, “He just… He left me with no explanation and showed up out of nowhere today. It was so long ago I shouldn’t care. I don’t! But seeing him all of a sudden was just-”

Zoro wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest where you let several more tears flow, staining his shirt.

He petted your head, holding you close to him with his free arm unsure of what to say.

“‘m sorry, Y/n,” he muttered, shuffling his feet, “I shouldn’t’ve asked.”

“It’s okay!” you insisted, wiping your eyes with the backs of your hand.

Zoro, who’d only known you for a few months, had defended you and your honor without a second thought. And though he’d probably been a little excessive your heart swelled at the thought of how he’d stood up for you.

““Sorry about your shirt,” you muttered, patting the stains on his chest where you’d soaked his shirt with tears,

He looked down and smiled, “It’s ok. It’s an old shirt anyway.”

You laughed, “Yeah and it’s not super clean either.”

His cheeks grew pink and he lightly punched your arm.

You suddenly grabbed his hands in yours, surprising him.

You squeezed his hands extra tight and looked up at him, “Thank you, Zoro. Seriously. I don’t know why I didn’t knock him out myself and I never shut down like that but I– Thank you.”

Zoro nodded, giving you a small squeeze back.

“I would do anything for you,” he admitted. More to himself than you.

Warmth crept up your neck and into your face.

“I mean– ‘Cause you’re my crewmate! I’d do anything for any of you guys, obviously. Maybe not Sanji but, well, yes him too just don’t tell him I said that.. But I meant, as in, like,” he rambled suddenly realizing what he’d said.

His hands still in yours you pulled him down, crashing your lips into his. The sudden addition of his full body weight on top of yours sent you both falling backward, stumbling until your back hit the brick wall behind you.

“Oh, shit– sorry! Sorry,” he said, pulling away from you.

“No, don’t be! I shouldn’t have….”

“Kissed me?”

“Pulled you so hard,” you responded, your hands still holding the other’s, “Thank you. I hope that shows I really mean it.”

His eyes were looking anywhere but yours and his cheeks were a furious shade of pink.

His hands were still in yours and he gently shook yours off.

“Zoro?”

He stayed silent, embarrassed and unbelievably happy, and wrapped his arms around you again. You were pulled into his chest and he stayed quiet, hugging you tight.

Ah, you understood, he didn’t want you seeing him so vulnerable.

“You know,” you said, your voice muffled by his chest, “I can’t kiss you again if you hold me down here.”

You felt him tense up and his arms stiffen around you.

“Fine with me,” he grumbled.

“You’re blushing, huh?”

“.........No.”

“Then let me out.”

“Will I get a kiss?”

“Thought you didn’t want one.”

He pushed you off his chest and started marching back in the general direction of the Thousand Sunny, grabbing his bandana and wrapping it around the lower half of his face, leaving you behind.

You laughed and ran behind him trying to grab the bandana away from his face which he was holding out of your reach.

You could see the ship in the distance and Zoro had started laughing too, getting more and more comfortable with the pink hue of his face.

Sanji and Nami were a little further down the way yelling at Luffy who’d ran off with a bag of groceries.

You paused for a moment, looking at all these people who loved you and, all of the sudden, the past wasn’t all that important.

Zoro turned, noticing your absence. Nami had spotted the two of you and was waving.

“Coming?”

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bitchimasnake-sss · 16 days

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i love reading your fics, they always give me 🦋🦋🦋 i love them so much, so, i want to make a request a angst-comfort where zoro and reader are dating but they got into a fight (*cough* zoro got jealous and starts to question reader's loyalty *cough*) but it ends happily because I don't want cry. n e way, continue writing stories, you write them so well... 😚

im so glad you like my work!! and thankyouu so much for sending in the request, let's get to itt <3

moss and towel ft. roronoa zoro!

set-up: in which, you and zoro have been dating for six months. but after one fight night and growing distances, he finds himself questioning everything you've built together.

warnings: (poor attempts at writing) angst, zoro acts like an idiot, profanities. yeah, that's about it.

the winds were cruel tonight and even crueler were you. atleast there was some comfort in the cold gusts, some reason in the way they played against the swordsman's skin and left behind selfish goosebumps. atleast, he could attempt to understand it with nami's weather charts or whatnot.

but you. how could he attempt to understand you?

his eyebrows bunched as he stared up, fixing his gaze against the twinkling points. groaning, he put his hand over his eyes. maybe in a way, sure, it was his fault. he was never good with words or those fancy poems or haikus. he was never the one to resort to affection. but how was he supposed to fix this?

the first mate of the ship rested a fraction of his bodyweight against the wooden railing of the crow's nest. the wind tousled his unkempt hair and running a hand through his moss-green locks, he vaguely tried to remember how long it had been since nami dragged him into the bathroom and gave him a haircut again.

probably too long. he concluded with a sigh as the soft tresses caressed the mid-point of the back of his neck.

he was supposed to meet his girlfriend here. that's what had been decided. just you, him and the infinitely infinite night sky. the swordsman had even decided to talk about his feelings 'neath the dark abyss of the sky (even if he hated the mere idea of that).

but it had been 30 minutes and there were no signs of you anywhere.

life had been hectic for the both of you lately, whether it was because of the constant run-ins with the marines, zoro having to accompany luffy to side-quests or some other shit the sea sprouted every once in a while. either ways, it meant that you and him saw less and less of each-other as each day passed him by.

resigning himself to a tired sigh, zoro decided to climb downwards. you were not gonna come, that much was sure.

as his heavy feet planted against the wooden floor, he took a second to collect his thoughts. he started walking the stairs to go under the deck, to the common space where most of the crew lounged at the end of the day. descending, he thought of all possible explainations. maybe you had been caught by someone else and forced to listen to one of their anecdotes, maybe nami had asked you to help with the log pose calculations of the last island, or maybe chopper wanted you to help him grind some fresh medicine.

maybe-

he stepped inside the common place with heavy footsteps and a heavier heart and immediately saw you. you, ever so beautiful with you soft smiles and your lame jokes. you with your flowing hair and unruly habits. you, that was currently laughing along to something that shit-cook was talking about.

he must have caught your gaze cause you immediately looked away from sanji and to your boyfriend, giving him a soft smile. but he left the room without returning that gesture and you found yourself on your feet, walking after him and confused.

you trailed after him, calling his name out sweetly till you reached his room and he shut the door before you could get in.

"hey!" you laughed playfully, twisting the handle with ease and stepping inside. you closed the door behind you and tucked your arms around your chest, sporting a lively pout.

but he seemed to have to reaction to your antics, instead, deciding to carefully lay his three swords on the bed behind him as if he was courting the swords and not you.

"what's up with you?" you raised an eyebrow at him, amused by the way the man sat at the edge of the bed with an annoyed huff. when he said nothing, you pressed again, this time a bit more direct, "why are you grumbling now?"

he's been like this for the past few days and now that he refused to elaborate, you found your patience slipping off of you like a thin overcoat, leaving you behind in your ugly, impatient skin.

today had been hard, like any other day. and for some reason or the other, instead of inviting you into his arms, this man had swore to make your life even more difficult.

"zorooo," groaning, you asked again, "can you stop being so dramatic?"

his head snapped up, eyes finding yours with wicked ease. his jaw was clenched tight, face red as if he was burning up, "i am being dramatic? me?"

"yeah? you're being so fucking weird." you sighed, "why?"

"i dunno, go ask that fucking cook maybe?" he grumbled.

if the exasperation on your face wasn't obvious until now, after that comment, it was surely on full display.

"what?" you hissed, "what is up with you and all these weird accusations?"

"as i said, i dunno. ask that fuckin' waiter instead, why don't you? i'm sure he'd have some answers lined up."

"why are you dragging sanji into this?"

"why are you defending him?" he stood up, his face mirroring your exasperation tenfold. he crossed his arms similarly to yours and the muscles shifted impatiently under his shirt.

you threw you hands upwards, "im not defending him! i am aski—"

"—yes you are defending him, don't even."

you were tired.

god knew you every inch of your muscles were alight with exhaustion, your head was pounding and if he wanted to fight you, you wouldn't even have it in you to fight back. these past few days had been enough on their own. so, you sighed, taking on a resigned tone, "i am so tired, zoro. can't we do it another day?"

"yeah, right." he grumbled again, his eyebrows bunching together in a characteristic manner, "everything needs to be pushed back with you, right?"

"what is that supposed to mean?" you were sure smoke was rising from the top of your head and your pupils were comically blown out, "i was tired and wanted to take some time off, so, i had sat down. and sanji found me to make some ideal chit-chat. god forbid i be tired for once-"

"i was waiting at the crow's nest for the past 30 minutes, where were you?"

"huh—" fuck. your eyes widened as the terrible realization set in. almost on instinct, your fingers reached out to touch him so as to makeup for the terrible deed you had committed. but your boyfriend pulled himself back, dodging your careful grasp before rasping out, "don't."

"zoro, i'm sorry! really, i genuinely cannot believe i forgot—"

"so, you forgot me over that fucking cook?"

"no!" you repeated, slower, "no, of course not. i was just tired and—"

"—and you decided to go off with him instead?" he scoffed, "i thought we were dating and yet, i think we've barely had any time to just spend together. every time it's someone or the other you have to rely on, not me."

"zoro..." you started carefully but he cut off you off, "don't zoro me. it's either nami or sanji or luffy or someone or the other. i wouldn't be surprised if you're fucking blondie behind my back too."

you stared at him, shocked. the wretched feeling gnawed at your insides till you looked at him in pure, utter disgust. the corners of your eyes burned up and you spat out, "don't fucking talk to me."

and you left the room, slamming the door shut behind you.

zoro stared at the place you were standing at and then slowly dragged his eyes at the door that you had slammed shut.

fuck.

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well into the night, when he finally had swallowed his pride and mentally beat himself enough, he walked out of his room.

his steps were slow, stride careful so to not panic the mostly sleeping crew. searching through the washroom and the kitchen, the supply closet and chopper's tiny, stashed-away office, he failed to find you. then, he stepped out onto the deck and in a clean sweep, found you at the port side. the wind blew ideally though your hair and you stood with your arms on the railing.

the swordsman silently walked up to you, choosing to stand beside you without saying much. and if he had hoped for you to start the conversation, he was in for a long, long night.

"hey" he finally started off.

"i think i told you to not talk to me."

your feet shifted and you balanced your bodyweight away from him and he pursed his lips. standing in silence, the sounds of waves crashing against the ship painted you both in a uncomfortable hues.

he tried again, "i- i am sorry, really."

"don't care, didn't ask."

roronoa zoro bit the inside of his cheek, savoring the taste of foul rejection in his mouth over and over. but he had never been the one to go out without a fight. hell, he was the king of hell.

"but i am sorry." he repeated and his calloused fingers inched closer to yours, a poor attempt to ghost his skimming touches over your hand. but you were quicker and you pulled your hands back to yourself and wrapped them around yourself.

he slowly withdrew his hand and his head hung low, "how long are you gonna be mad at me?"

"i don't know? probably till i want to."

"babe—"

"—don't babe me."

"i am sorry—"

"—to fuCKING HELL WITH YOUR SORRY!" your cool demeanor washed off and you bore daggers into his paper-like skin as you stared him down. your breath was laboured and you were sure your yells must have woken someone, if not the entire crew.

he stayed silent, ready to face the consequences of his actions. and although venom was a resident on your tongue, looking at his guilt-struck face, you were reduced to nothing but a dumbfounded, little girl.

whatever you had planned, whatever you had thought you'd call him, whatever accusations you had thrown you'd throw at him dissolved at the tip of your tongue. and instead, an ugly feeling stirred under your skin. the feeling sunk heavy in your chest and your stomach and your head and heart and every other crevice of you. bile crawled up your scratchy throat and the same waterworks made home on your lash line.

when you spoke, you were sure your voice sounded more like a desperate plea than a demand for apology.

"why? why did you say that? that was low."

he looked down at his feet, his fingers twiddling against the sword hilt of his wado ichimonji in an attempt to self-soothe, "i know it was wrong. i was just so angry."

"and that makes it okay for you to question my loyalty?" you sniffed, feeling the watery weight cascade down your cheeks.

"no!" he looked up, alarmed, "no! ofcourse it doesn't. i never was— i was just—" he paused, wincing, "—i was jealous of him."

"sanji?!"

he continued, agonized, "yes, the damn cook. and everyone else, i guess. you seemed to have time for everyone but me."

"zoro, why didn't you just say it out loud to me?" you whispered softly. inching closer to him, you rested your palm against his warm cheek. his growing stubble lightly tickled your skin. you hummed softly when he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, pressing an easy kiss to your fingers. "because i- i just couldn't bring myself to. i'm sorry, i should have talked to you rather than being a prick, really."

"i am sorry too. i know we haven't spent any time for the past two weeks or so. i was so busy within myself that i didn't reach out to you." your fingers played gently against the scars on his face from years of training, "these past few days have been hard—"

"—they've been hell."

you laughed despite yourself, "yeah, i guess they've been hell."

his eyes swayed against yours in a guilt-ridden dance, "forgive me?"

you paused a beat, "do you trust me?"

his answer came more easily than breathing did, "more than i trust myself."

you hummed, "sure?"

and he just nodded. as moments passed you both by, he finally quipped up, "so, am i forgiven?"

"well..." you pondered for a second, "technically, i did fuck up too. so, yeah, you're forgiven." you glared at him, "just never say that kinda shit again."

he smiled and when he spoke, he offered a kind explaination, "i didn't actually mean you were fucking the cook. i just- just kinda said it."

"eh," you waved off his comment, "i don't wanna fuck blondes, anyways. to be honest, not really my type."

"huh?!" his eyes widened in play-pretend, "so his hair colour is holding you back?"

"i mean i'm more into idiots who grow slowly on me. like moss does on a wet towel."

roronoa zoro— bounty hunter, pirate, first mate to a terrifying crew, kind of hell, demon, whatever— looked appalled. "are you comparing me to moss?"

"i am comparing how you grew on me to the lowest form of moss that even grows on the stupidest surfaces."

"don't call yourself stupid, now."

you huffed and turned around, walking towards the stairways that led to the rooms, "i am gonna stop talking to you again!"

he laughed, taking in easy strides to walk after you, "just kidding. i promise. your moss, ever and forever more."

he met your pace, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. you gave him a wayward grin, "good."

he gave you one right back, "great."

"i'm tired."

"me too."

as you both disappeared back into your room, hand in hand, you made a comment about how much his hair grew and he responded with "like moss grows on a wet towel?". next morning you found yourself waking up to the swordsman's heavy snores and heavier body against you.

stupid moss-head.

a/n: i think i like how this turned out lol. hope it's okay @rkiveinmarvel and as always, thank you to anyone else who reads this <3

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turtletaubwrites · 4 months

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Hogging the Blankets

This pure smut one shot can be read alone, but it would take place some time after part 18 of the poly fic, We've All Got Needs, linked below.

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1210

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Summary: Zoro hogged the blankets, so you try to wake him. He tells you what you need to do now that you've woken him up.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Very Mild Consensual Somnophilia, Swearing, Smut, Established Relationship, Penis in Vagina Sex, Condoms, Pet Names (including nickname 'Needy'), Shameless Smut

A/N: Who doesn't want to wake up to Zoro in the morning?

Soft morning light fell into your quarters, and today you’d surprisingly woken up able to breathe.

Sleeping with Zoro was so often dangerous, his heavy body almost always finding a way to smother yours as you slept.

Sighing as you curled against him, you noticed he’d hogged the blankets. The cool air on your skin had probably woken you, but you knew better than to try to wrestle with his dead weight.

Grinning to yourself, you trailed your fingers along his hip.

I know what will wake him up.

Slowly, your fingers traced over the blanket, around that piece of him that was partly awake already.

Memories of how he’d fucked you stupid last night filled your mind, tightening your core as you shivered.

He looked so cute now, his green hair mussed, his mouth hanging slack, his arm slung over his head. He didn’t look like someone who’d made you beg him to do filthy things to you, made you cry on his cock as you ached for him to hurt you just a little more.

Biting your lip as you looked at his seemingly sweet face, you let your hand travel closer. You couldn’t help but hum softly as you felt him getting harder, twitching under the blanket while your fingers played around his length.

“So fucking needy.”

You yelped as his warm fingers wrapped around your wrist, stopping your teasing movements.

His voice was low, raspy as he squinted at you, and the sound sent shivers over your skin.

“You’re hogging the blanket,” you whined, pulling at the fabric.

“Oh, is that all you want?”

Zoro stretched, his chest muscles distracting you from your goal.

“If you’re gonna wake me up like that, you should finish what you start.”

Zoro’s hands were on you, pulling you onto his lap, leaving you breathless. He shoved his fingers into his mouth before rubbing them along your folds.

“Wow, Needy, your pussy is fucking hungry for me, isn’t it?”

Zoro’s fingers pulled away with thick strands of slick, all your thoughts and teasing of the morning giving you away.

“I just… wanted the blanket.”

The look he gave you at your lie made your skin flush with heat, unable to hide how much he affected you.

“Sure. Since you want it so bad that you had to fucking wake me up, you’re gonna work for it.”

His command, voice still rough from sleep, made you shiver. He pointed at the nightstand, and you didn’t hesitate to grab a condom, releasing his swollen dick from the blanket, and rubbing the condom down his shaft.

Zoro moaned softly, putting his hands behind his head as he closed his eyes.

“Go ahead. This is why you woke me up, isn’t it?”

You paused, waiting for him to move. Zoro normally took you hard and fast, always taking control. You waited too long, and he opened one eye to growl at you.

“I’m going back to sleep if you don’t give me a reason not to.”

Holding in a laugh, you straddled him, pressing one palm against his chest while you slid yourself onto his length.

You were wet and ready for him, but you still hissed as your body adjusted. You took him in, his full length pressing deep, leaving you to hover, just slightly.

Zoro had closed his eyes again, and seemed unaffected by the heat of your pussy, clenching him while you moaned his name softly.

His lack of reaction felt like a challenge, and you started working yourself over him. Slow and steady, holding yourself up with your hands on his chest. You alternated rolling forward and back, and lifting yourself up and down, unable to keep in your own moans as you took his long cock into your now dripping cunt.

Zoro’s lips parted in a small sigh, and you knew he was fucking with you, pretending not to be affected.

Even though his eyes were closed, you leaned over him as you used his shoulders to hold yourself up, watching his face.

Still alternating with twisting your hips, and fucking yourself onto him, you let yourself moan. A bit louder than you normally did with everyone’s quarters being so close. You let your face show how much you needed him, your tongue hanging slightly out of your mouth.

You were rewarded with a moan from Zoro when his eyes opened to see the needy look on your face.

“Fuuuck,” he breathed, hands moving down to grab your hips. He helped your body slide over his, and you forgot about your challenge, forgot about everything except for the feel of his cock inside you, building tension and warmth in your core.

“Mm, my baby can’t even wait for me to wake up,” he teased, moaning as he watched your tits bouncing above him, one hand reaching up to play with them while your back arched.

“You can’t live without my cock, huh, Needy?”

“I can’t, Zoro, I need you so fucking ba-”

Zoro thrust up into you hard, your body lurching forward as your pussy ached for him, ached for more.

“Tell me what you want, kitten. Tell me what your pussy needs.”

Zoro’s eyes were dangerous as he brought his thumb to trace circles around your clit. Words were not easy to find, but you knew what he wanted to hear.

“I need you to fuck me, Zoro. I need your cock-”

He flipped you easily, and wasted no time in thrusting into you, the sudden force of him ripping a small scream from you before you could bite your lip.

Zoro rolled his hips with each thrust, keeping his dark eyes on yours as he fucked his way deeper into you.

His gaze was intense, and you kept it as well as you could while you dragged your nails down his back. His eyes fluttered slightly as you scraped down his skin, and you let out a moan as your body clenched around his.

“Fuck, Zoro, you feel so fucking good.”

“You too, baby. I love waking up to your eager pussy. It sucks me in so fucking well.”

His last words were emphasized with deep thrusts, sending your body so fucking close to that edge. Zoro lifted your hips then, the angle sending him over and over that soft, needy spot inside you, making you twitch beneath him.

“That’s right, Needy. Come on my cock for me. Show me how much you- Fuck, just like that, baby.”

That tension building in your core snapped as his cock rammed over that perfect spot one more time, and he didn’t let up. He fucked into you harder, chasing his own high as you fell apart for him, legs twitching while you moaned, incoherent pleas of more and too much falling from your lips.

Zoro’s head fell over you as his thrusts stuttered.

“Fucking perfect, baby.”

Your eyes teared up with the heat of his words, the strength of his last thrusts, and the throbbing feel of his heavy cock as he came inside you.

He stayed there, locked in your body as you both relearned how to breathe. His warm lips found your forehead, making you shiver with a soft kiss, and his whispered tease.

“Good morning, Needy.

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