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kana-daydreams · 21 days

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𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐙𝐨𝐫𝐨

summary: zoro decides just for your sake and his, for once, to allow himself to express a feeling he’d long buried inside him after Kuina’s death—and a feeling he’s only ever had for you. genre: mild angst, fluff cw: none wc: 3.2k

I love you.

Settled atop the crow’s nest dome- shaped roof of the Thousand Sunny, Zoro’s dark-brown eyes dart open to meet splotches of fluffy white painted across a canvas of endless blue.

A gentle breeze rustles his clothes and threads through his mint-green hair as he lays with his back pressed flat against the roof’s surface, head cushioned by his arms, while his gaze continues to follow the clouds lazily gliding across the sky.

I love you.

Zoro clicks his tongue when he hears the words teasing melody continue to play in his head.

Words that had repeated its haunting every daylight, and every nightfall.

Words you’d confessed to him weeks ago—and words he had thought would be your last.

Why did you do it?

Zoro still relives the moment when he watched your body go limp in his arms, crimson red trailing its way down in gushing streams from the wound in your torso.

Why did you risk your life to save his?

A question that lingered along with your confession deep within his mind during the couple of weeks you’d remained a victim of sleep.

A furrow lines Zoro’s brows, deepening as he unwillingly recalls the urgent scream of your voice calling his name, followed by the sound of steel tearing through flesh and then the painful sight of your body collapsing, motionless, in a pool of red.

After the tragic occurrence, day after day, Zoro would visit you inside the sick bay. It was a difficult task at first, seeing your comatose state, but he made it part of his daily routine to check up on you. And assisted Chopper where he could, sometimes spending the entire day by your side and wishing that you would just open your damn eyes.

And during that time he spent with you and without you, he prayed.

Zoro never believed there was a god but yet, for you—he did.

Like a devout believer, day in and day out, he prayed and hoped for a miracle.

Hoped that some god— any god—would hear his prayer and that you would awake from your seemingly endless sleep.

Though when a couple of weeks had flitted past and you showed no signs of waking up, the little faith he’d mustered started to wane.

Waned until like a flame drawn down to a single spark of light left with nothing to fuel its burn, it extinguished.

But today Zoro’s flame reignites.

At the sound of Chopper's crying voice, Zoro’s body bolts upright, his eyes drawing wide when he hears him announce in between sniffles and hiccups, that you’re awake.

And in an instant, he’s on his feet.

And in an instant, his legs carry him with desperate steps towards the direction of the sick bay, Zoro thinking to himself, despite his once wavering belief—for the first time—a god really just might exist.

“Nami, Robin— you guys are going to hurt her!” Chopper’s worried voice warns the two women hugging the life out of you—literally, Chopper thinks.

“Okay, just one more hug.” Nami snivels, long tears rolling down her cheeks as she gives you one last squeeze before she and Robin unwrap their arms from around you, moving to stand amongst the rest of the crew huddled around your bed.

Your eyes scan each of their tear-stained faces like your own, at the same time searching for the perpetual stone-cold expression of Zoro’s, your heart sinking when there’s no sight of it.

“I’m so happy to see everyone.” You manage a weak smile, brushing off the disappointed feeling at the swordsman’s absence, and instead focus on the wide smiles, happy tears and collective expressed words of happiness and relief of your long-awaited recovery.

For the next hour or so, the sick bay’s room is permeated with mirthful chatter and laughter until Chopper starts kicking everyone out, informing them of your much needed rest.

“I don’t understand? Why would she need more sleep?” Luffy who sits cross-legged at the foot of your bed asks with a genuinely confused expression. “She’s been sleeping for we—” he’s interrupted when Nami grabs a hold of one of his ears and forcefully starts dragging him out of the room, the scene making a small laughter bubble up your chest.

Luffy’s painful groans and complaining voice drowns out when the door clicks close behind them, and with solitude now your only company, your mind is left to idle.

To idle on the memory of Zoro.

To idle on the memory of his mortified features as he held your form, drenched in blood, close to his chest. And the prominent picture of hurt mixed in with other indiscernible emotions that crossed his face when you confessed your years-long harboured love for him, just before your vision turned dark.

You can’t help but wonder exactly what he thought during that moment of your untimely confession, as you absent-mindedly reach your hands under the hem of your shirt, smoothing it along the rough scar that lines across your stomach. A reminder of the small price you had to pay in exchange for the life of the one you’d always cherished with your whole heart, and the one your eyes longed to see the moment you’d opened your eyes.

A sudden rap at the door pulls you out of your thoughts and you rasp out a “You can come in!” wondering if Chopper had returned to check up on you.

However, when the door cracks open, instead of the doctor, it reveals the familiar figure of the man you’ve yearned to see.

You watch as he steps into the room, your eyes catching his steely expression which immediately melts at the sight of you.

Zoro closes the door behind him and wordlessly approaches your bedside, neither of your gazes unyielding from the other. That is until his eyes flicker down to your hand still settled on your exposed stomach, the muscles in his jaw becoming visibly tense.

There’s a silence that settles between you both. One that is equally tense and you can’t help but attempt to lighten the mood.

“Fell asleep again or forgot I existed?” You quirk a brow, a teasing lilt carried in your tone. “I’m placing my bet on the first one.” You chuckle.

“It’s none.”

Your laughter simmers down when you look up to see that Zoro’s features are void of any hint of amusement.

“Oh? Then…”

“I wanted us alone.” He explains and your head tilts in curiosity at his words.

“Alone?”

“Yeah. We need to talk.”

You ponder on what he says. On what the topic of discussion might entail that he didn’t want the others around. And in a second or two, when an answer suddenly dawns on you—that it might be about your declaration of love— you feel a faint touch of warmth caress your cheeks.

Shyly, you pat a hand beside you on the mattress. A motion for him to have a seat.

Zoro takes you up on your offer, joining you on the small bed after removing his swords which he settled in a nearby corner of the room.

“So, what you wanna talk about?” You ask as you feel the bed sink under you from his added weight.

Zoro takes his time to form an answer as his eyes examine you for a bit: the healthy gleam of your skin, the vibrant light in your eyes, and the way your lips curl into that beautiful smile he’d longed missed.

And the longer he takes to respond, the more your heart races in anticipation.

“How do you feel?” He finally asks.

You pout. It isn’t what you expected, but his concern for your well-being at the same time isn’t a surprise.

“A little woozy and tired. But Chopper said I’ll feel better with a little more rest.”

“Right…rest.” Zoro murmurs to himself.

He had been more than determined to see you as soon as he watched the others leave your room that he didn’t consider the toll their long visit had probably taken on you.

“Then you should get some.” He stands to his full height, ready to make his departure, only to be stopped by a sudden and gentle tug on his shirt.

He peers over his shoulder, looking down to see your fingers gripping onto its hem, your face creased with worry.

“Please Zo, don’t leave.” You plead. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

You’d noticed it in his tense expression—that what he wanted to discuss carried a heavy weight on his shoulders, though you weren’t exactly sure what it might be if not your confession.

“You need to rest.” Zoro urges.

“I won’t be able to unless you tell me what’s bothering you.”

Your persistence and stubbornness is no surprise to Zoro. He knows all too well that your words are true, and stands there conflicted with your hand still glued to his shirt, before momentarily releasing a deep sigh as he relents to entertaining your request.

You watch as he seats himself near you once more. “Tell me Zo. What is it?” You prompt when a lull falls, lingering between you two.

Zoro’s eyes sweep down to where your hands lay before flitting up to meet your worried eyes. “Why…” He pauses for a beat as if gathering his thoughts, before he pieces together the rest of his words; finally asking the question, though not in full, that has been long weighing on his mind. “Why did you do it?”

Your brows wrinkle, confused. “Do what?”

When his gaze leaves your own and you notice it drops down to your stomach, you immediately come to comprehend the meaning behind his words.

“Because I wanted to.” A smile pulls at your lips.

A smile that makes Zoro’s hands, unnoticeably to you, ball into fists.

A couple of weeks ago, you were on the brink of death because of him and now you’re here, smiling warmly up at him, saying that you didn’t mind that you’d almost die!

Zoro’s fingers curl, digging deeper into the palm of his hands.

He’s happy—overjoyed, though his features mask the feeling—that you’re okay and that he gets the chance to see your smiling face again. But what if he had lost you?

What if he had lost you, just like he lost…

Zoro shoots up to his feet, your fingers hold on his shirt, ripping away.

“You’re leaving.”

His sudden burst of words leave you to stare dumbfoundedly at him as he walks over to the side of the room where his swords lay, propped up against the wall.

“What do you mean ‘you’re leaving’?”

Zoro faces your direction once he’s finished securing his swords to his hip. “As soon as we dock at the nearest town, you’re getting off.” The tone of his voice hints that there's no room for an argument.

You gape up at him. “You can’t be serious.”

This wasn’t the first time, the second nor the third, that Zoro had tried to get you to leave the ship—and to leave their crew.

He’d wanted you long gone since the day Luffy’d recruited you and tried his earnest to get the boy to throw you off the ship.

Figuratively of course.

“I thought we were past that phase. Aren’t you tired of trying to get rid of me?”

“Not, exactly.” Zoro says and you purse your lips, brows knitting into a frown at his curt and honest reply.

“Well like I’ve told you countless times, Roronoa. I'm not leaving.”

Zoro gives a subtle flinch when you refer to him by his family name instead of the nickname you’d called him since you were children. He then releases a deep sigh meeting your defiant gaze. “Being a pirate isn’t child’s play.” He ends with your name. “It’s dangerous.”

“And, what? You think I don’t know that.” You cross your arms, eyes narrowing.

You were aware that like the others, Zoro was worried about you. But you were here because of your own volition. Not his. A fact you verbally express.

“I’m not a little girl, Roronoa.” You say, voice stern. “I’m an adult. Meaning, I make my own choices.”

Zoro scoffs, almost mockingly at your words. “Yeah, choices that almost left you in a permanent coma, sleeping beauty.”

“I was only trying to protect you.” You feel yourself becoming more pissed, for lack of a better word, at his retort. “You could have died if I didn’t—”

“I ain’t no weakling. I could’ve taken it.” He argues back.

“You don't know that, you arrogant seaweed!”

Zoro was strong. Inhumanly strong. A verifiable truth you’d always known. But like any other human being, he was still mortal—and all mortals bleed. All mortals die.

Seaweed?! Zoro’s brows furrow, the muscles in his face twitching. He then heaves a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look…” he starts, voice much mellow than before. “You’re not a pirate. You’re not me and you’re not Luffy—you’re not like any of us.”

Zoro watches as your expression morphs into a reflection of hurt at his words—and it aches him. But his words are somewhat of the truth. You aren’t like any of them. You don’t have raw strength or devil fruit powers to protect yourself nor are you cautious when faced with life-threatening situations, choosing to tackle those situations head on without much of a drop of hesitation.

And that’s what scared him the most.

“It'd be best if you just go back home where it’s safe.” Zoro finishes, eyes meeting anywhere but your gaze.

“So that’s the real reason you don't want me around?” Your fingers clench around the sheet wrapped around you. “Because I’m weak?”

“That’s not what I mea–”

“Then what do you mean, huh! Zoro Roronoa.” Your eyes well with unshed tears and your voice cracks as you choke back a sob. “Why is it that you keep trying to get rid of me?”

Your question is only met with silence, as Zoro continues to keep his mouth sealed.

“Is it because I’m a burden?”

You weakly voice a thought that’d always remained rampant in your mind since the day Zoro vanished a few years later after Kuina’s death, leaving you only a single letter explaining his aspiration and his pursuit of becoming the world’s greatest swordsman along with a stern warning that you never attempt to search for him.

You’d adhere to his wishes which brought with it many sleepless nights, especially when you thought you would never see him again.

Fortunately, by a stroke of luck, you’d managed to cross paths when you stumbled upon him wandering around like a lost puppy back in one of the towns you usually frequented for selling your goods. And after your fateful reunion, spurred on by what’ve been years of friendship blossomed into unrequited love, you decided to join Zoro in his ambition—and the rest of the straw hats who’d unexpectedly and without a doubt become your home: your family.

“...It is. Isn’t it?” You say when you notice him tense at your assumption.

“No it is’n—”

“Then what is it!” Your voice consumed by a mixture of anger, sadness and disappointment bounces off the walls of the room. “At least tell me why?”

Zoro looks across at you and a pained expression shadows his face when he sees droplets of tears rain from your eyes, wetting your cheeks, falling and seeping into the white sheets clutched in your grasp.

“Why do you want me to leave?” You continue. “Why don't you want me to be a part of your life?” Some of your words get caught up in an uncontrollable storm of hiccups and sobs. “... and I promise Zoro. Tell me why and I promise I’ll leave.”

Zoro was never one to be emotionally transparent. You know that. But you wanted to know why…

Why is it that he was so determined—eager to make you leave?

Why is it that he was so eager to drive you away like you were never a part of his life? And him, never a part of yours.

Silence permeates the room as Zoro’s lips remain sealed shut like before, and as it prolongs so does your impatience.

“If you’re not gonna answer, then go.” You breathe out a weak sigh, feeling new tears starting to emerge. “I’ll leave just like you ask, so just get ou—.”

“‘Cause I love you.” Zoro mumbles out in a rush, that you barely register what he says.

You blink away the tears, directing your attention over at him, more precisely his back. “What…did you say?”

Zoro’s face contorts into a frown, heat burning at his cheeks. “I said…” He grits his teeth, finding it cruel that you were making him repeat such cloying words. “...I l-love you, you idiot.” He stammers out and you notice his ears tinge a dark red.

Your heart stutters at his unanticipated confession, words you’d been longing and hoping to hear for years—and words which render you speechless.

“S-say somethin’” Zoro practically begs, growing increasingly embarrassed by your lack of a reaction, still keeping his body pointed in the opposite direction.

You shake yourself out of your surprised state. “You love me?” You ask as heat fans across your face. “Then…why do you keep pushing me away?”

“..Because you’re reckless.”

Your face contorts into a slight grimace, feeling somewhat offended by his words. “I am not reckless.” You retort, regretting it when he starts to recount childhood memories and those of late, that bear witness to his claim.

Though those events couldn’t compare to the one that almost made him lose you.

The room descends into utter silence when Zoro finishes, leaving you with your head drooped down in embarrassment which had seeped in bit by bit during his narration of your every rash act.

“I can’t…”

You raise your head slowly to look across at Zoro whose voice punctuates the silence. And your heart sinks when you hear the subtle crack of his voice.

“I can’t...” He repeats, pausing for a moment before continuing. “I–we lost her. You—” Zoro grits his teeth, clenching his eyes tightly from the growing pain in his chest. “I don’t wanna lose you.”

To Zoro, you are his everything.

The woman who holds the entirety of his heart in the palm of her hands; all he has that reminds him of home—and a reason other than his promise with Kuina to become the world's greatest swordsman.

Zoro’s hands ball into fists as he feels a burning sensation settle behind his eyes. “I can’t lose you t—”

The words that pained to leave his lips are cut short, when Zoro feels arms wrap, snug around his torso, a soft and familiar body pressing against his back.

“I’m right here, Zo.” You reassure with tears and soft whimpers. “I’m here. And I’m alive.”

Zoro’s heart pounds violently against his chest when you hug him closer to your body, as if trying to prove to him you were real and not just a figment of his imagination.

To your surprise, Zoro turns around and captures you in a tight embrace. “I know…” He presses a light kiss to your hair, letting it linger for a second, before settling his chin atop the crown of your head. “And about what’ve said before. Forget about it.” He says, as your soft sobs continue to fill the room. “I…I don’t want you to leave.”

“You mean it?” You quiver out.

“Yeah.” He replies. “Just please, promise me you’ll be more careful.”

Your eyes flutter close as you snuggle closer into his warmth. “I will. I promise.” You say, both of you, unknown to the other, making a silent vow to become stronger.

Stronger for each other.

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writing-wh0re · 2 months

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Zoro: Hey, look at this girl tryna fight two guys.

Sanji: Uh, that's your girl.

Zoro: Fuck *pulls swords out*

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themushroomofdeath · 4 months

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zoro x chubby F!reader | Roronoa Zoro, the Chubby Hunter

absolutely filthy, no plot - zoro appreciate your rolls (nsfw)

I didn't like the flow of the first one, as I wrote it so fucking fast and with a pounding headache. But @eelnoise and @kaizokuniichan liked it so much, I rewrote it for my goddamn beloveds. Enjoy. :kissahomie:

MINORS, BE GONE. 🔫

Zoro can’t have enough of you. From your soft belly to your voluptuous bosom, the hypnotic shake of your thick ass and thighs against the vicious pounding of his hips, you are the most tantalizing woman he ever met. Kneeled behind you, his calloused hands held firmly onto your ample hips with enough force to leave marks shaped like his fingers on your skin, tempting him to blemish it further. In a possessive strike, his large palm came to meet your ass cheek - once, twice, soothing and squeezing it before giving the same treatment to the other, only satisfied when both sides grew feverish red.

Smug grin wide with every moan of his name slipping from your puffy well-kissed lips, every little whimper from his actions filling his chest with pride. He never stopped his brutal pace against your backside, bed frame shaking under the force of it. Your mind fogged with how much pleasure he kept providing, overstimulation consuming your body to a third orgasm that night, as the proof of your previous climaxes dripped down your thighs and pussy, mix of your juices and his heavy load overflowing from it - and he fucked it right back inside of you.

You were not the only one losing their sanity to carnal desire, his mind hazy with primal urge of breeding you, marking and possessing you, to make you forget your own name if it means you’d chant his only. “S’fucking delicious. Pretty lil’ thing. All mine, fucking mine.”

Without pausing the incessant sway, the swordsman reached one strong arm around your neck, holding it in a semi-chokehold to pull your body against his. Just a second to breathe, as you adjusted against this new position, before he was moving again, free hand coming to stimulate your clit as the other held onto your neck to squeeze gently. Warm lips mouthing against your ear, teasing but commanding tone explicit in his wants. “Gonna cum for me again, yea? Gonna cream all over my cock, then ya’ gonna lick it clean, huh, pretty girl?”

And you could only nod and blabber a list of pleads and yeses, rolling your hips faster to meet his own, screaming in pleasure as he pinched your sensitive nub between two fingers, chuckling at your eagerness. “Do it then, needy thing. Cum for me.” With his rough voice directing you, his thick length hitting that sweet spot inside of you and the way his fingers rubbed stimule both at your clitoris and nipple - pinching and squeezing your chest, you did just as he commanded. Voice pitching a few octaves higher with feverish prayer of his name, body losing control with spasms from the incredible toe-curling pleasure overtaking your nerve ends and mind.

He only stopped pumping inside your folds as you started coming from your high, taking pity on your over sensitiveness - or perhaps having other plans involving your appetizing body curves. He let you go for a moment, gently (or as gentle as Zoro would) letting your limp body fall face first against your pillows, allowing a minute of breath before manhandling you onto your back, hands caressing and squeezing your hips and side rolls.

As if you could read his mind - connected as you were to each other, you already knew what he expected of you, licking your lips in anticipation as he moved, glorious and muscular thighs caging your body under his. Devoted as you were to your man, he didn’t need to say a word before both your hands came up to press your heavy breast together, pupils dilated with desire to please.

Amused, he took pity on you, helping to clear your sweaty face from the few strands of hair clinging to it. “So eager, huh? Like my cock that much?” You didn’t mind how eager or dirty you looked, smiling pleased as you nodded in approval. Yes, just as much he loved your body, you loved every inch of his. From his strong jaw to the fullness of his chest, his firm abdomen to the happy trail following a path to his bushy and glistening shaft - meaty and ready to please. He was perfect. “A’ight, open up, then.”

He didn’t need to say it twice, your tongue already sticking out to taste the warm and fat head of his length, sucking the saltiness of it as he fucked your voluptuous breasts and pliant mouth. Half-lidded eyes and commitment to swallow every single drop of his cum hitting your tongue and throat, humming in contentement. “Attagirl. Take it all, baby.”

It didn’t take long for him to give what you were yearning, holding your head in place by one hand in your hair, his erection forcefully sliding against the plushness of your chest, head in and out your warm cavity, he came with a final long push and a groan falling from his lips. Heavy load of cum shooting towards your mouth, neck and breasts - sliding and trailing his seeds with the push of his shaft as he chased his own high.

Zoro had half a mind to not sit back and squash your body with his muscular frame, instead opting to fall by your side, breathing heavily with post-coital fatigue. Somehow he sensed what (beautiful) mistake would be to gaze over at you, but he did anyway, watching the exact moment where you locked eyes with him and smirked, collecting his sperm from your perky nipple and taking it towards your mouth. A show of licking it clean and moaning in delight.

What a fucking minx you were. But what was he besides completely smitten with you, already huffing in amusement and moving to make you regret teasing him like that. Definitely a long night ahead for the both of you.

#roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro smut #zoro x reader #zoro x f!reader #zoro x female reader #dividers by cafekitsune #zoro loves your rolls #so do all your favs :smooch:#rage writes #x reader

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lostinthisshittyreality · 7 months

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Triângulo amoroso: zoro x f!reader x trafalgar law

características da personagem: Cabelo castanho, olhos castanhos, pele bronzeada, sorriso fácil, manipulação da água, luta corpo a corpo e facas.

História de fundo: Passado misterioso, não conhece sua família biológica, foi instruída desde cedo a guardar segredo sobre suas habilidades, o único que sabe seu segredo é Luffy.

CAPÍTULO 1

Já faz um tempo que você se juntou à tripulação dos Chapéu de Palha. Você se lembra do primeiro dia em que se conheceram, Luffy foi derrotado por Arlong, e jogado no mar, e você, que sempre mantinha distância de todos, não pensou duas vezes antes de pular e salvar aquele cara esquisito e barulhento.

O fato é que você sempre teve uma relação estranha com a água, desde criança a água parece responder ao seu comando. Ninguém sabe por que e como. Você foi resgatada do mar, por um grupo de nativos de uma ilha desconhecida pela civilização atual, foi acolhida e criada como parte daquele povo, seu poder secreto nunca foi descoberto por ninguém. Em um mundo com a marinha e os piratas, suas habilidades valiam mais que ouro.

Habilidade essas que salvaram a vida de Luffy, formando uma correnteza que o levou em sua direção assim que você pulou na água. O garçom e o amigo narigudo os aguardavam no cais e os ajudaram a sair da água. Enquanto fingia fazer uma massagem cardíaca em Luffy, você discretamente removeu a água de seus pulmões, e seu atual capitão acordou se sentindo novo em folha.

O que despertou a curiosidade do capitão dos chapéus de palha, ele sempre se sentia fraco quando ficava submerso na água. De qualquer forma, apesar de suas suspeitas, Luffy a convidou para fazer parte do seu bando.

Você aceitou, sem saber muito bem o porque, as palavras saíram de sua boca sem você nem mesmo perceber.

Agora olhando seu bando, depois de tudo que passaram, essas memórias aqueceram seu coração. Luffy, sem dúvida alguma, é uma pessoa muito especial, não só pela incrível força que ele possui, mas pela nobreza do seu coração. Você nunca se arrependeu das escolhas que fez, e é grata por seus instintos tomarem sua decisão tempos atrás, ao aceitar o convite do seu capitão.

Apesar dos fortes laços que envolviam você e seus companheiros, estava difícil negar que sentia algo a mais por um certo espadachim de cabelos verdes.

Era embaraçoso quando você se pegava o encarando, principalmente durante suas sessões de treino ~sem camisa~. Você tentava arduamente não transparecer suas emoções, e na sua cabeça estava indo muito bem. Exceto para os atentos olhos de Robin.

"Porque você não fala com ele?"

"Falar o que? Não tenho nada pra falar." - Robin riu suavemente ao meu lado.

"Acho que você se sentiria melhor, caso se abrisse com ele sobre seus sentimentos, sabe... Seus olhares não são tão discretos quanto você imagina" - Meu coração deu um salto, enquanto virava minha cabeça em sua direção lentamente.

"Co-como assim?"

"Só estou dizendo o que tenho observado, já faz algum tempo sabe, mantive distância e respeitei seu espaço.... mas acho que você deveria fazer algo em relação a isso. Não seria o fim do mundo."

"Eu não me sinto confortável com essa ideia, e se ele sei lá, não se sentir da mesma forma?" - Disse, enquanto desistia de fingir que não me importava.

"Bem, você poderia seguir em frente. Ao invés de ficar admirando o espadachim de longe, imaginando o que poderia ser... Não parece muito saudável, você é jovem e forte, merece um relacionamento real. Mas só existe uma forma de descobrir se ele te corresponde ou não."

“Você pode estar certa Robin, não quero que chegue ao ponto de me distrair durante uma batalha... Talvez eu fale com ele hoje a noite e tire esse peso do meu peito. Mesmo que lá no fundo eu já saiba a resposta dele.”

“Tenha um pouco de fé, você pode se surpreender”

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Naquela mesma noite, ~reader~ se aproximou de Zoro durante a vigia do navio.

“Hey!” - você o cumprimentou enquanto se aproximava.

"Hey." - ele respondeu enquanto se virava para te olhar. "Algum problema?"

"Não, nada sério... mas se tiver um tempinho gostaria de falar com você sobre um assunto" - você lançou desperocupadamente, como se não estivesse morrendo de vergonha por dentro.

"O que foi?" - Zoro respondeu, enquanto te olhava nos olhos, tornando a situação ainda mais desafiadora para você.

"Sabe, aprecio muito nossa amizade, mas confesso que ultimamente vem sendo difícil para mim não desejar algo mais.... Eu-ah, bem, acabei me apaix-" - você não foi capaz de completar a sua fala, pois foi interrompida por um Zoro extremamente vermelho.

"Olha, reader-san, eu não acho que agora seja o melhor momento pra esse tipo de coisa sabe, não quero te magoar nem nada do tipo, mas, com toda essa jornada em busca do One Piece e meu desejo de me tornar o maior espadachim do mundo... não posso corresponder suas expectativas agora... eu... espero que você entenda"

"C-Claro! Não quero deixar nada estranho entre nós, mas senti que precisava te contar... enfim, vou patrulhar o outro lado do navio.... até mais" - você respondeu, constrangida pela rejeição, mesmo que soubesse que isso era exatamente como Zoro reagiria. Virou de costas rapidamente e seguiu na direção que havia mencionado, sem perceber que Zoro ainda estava com as bochechas coradas e agora batia com a mão em seu próprio rosto.

#one piece #zoro x f!reader #law x f!reader #love triangle

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Confidence: Zoro

Roronoa Zoro x F!Reader

Summary: You have never been defeated. No man or woman to have ever partaken in your challenge have come out victorious, only further solidifying your reputation. That is, until Zoro comes wandering into the bar you have set up your latest challenge in. You're confidence and his inability to back down from a challenge has Zoro feeling rather--weird toward you. A weird feeling that has him staying around you longer than he knows he should.

Warnings: tiny bit of angst, heavy alcohol use, mild talk of age difference (everyone in this fic is 18+), smut (dom x dom, p in v, hand job, fingering), very, very mild anime spoilers, Zoro not knowing what emotions he's feeling for 6K+ words

Word Count: 6.9K (Oops--my hand slipped)

A/N: This is my first time writing for Zoro soooo please be nice to me 🫣 I tried my best lol. And you already know I'm sorry about the word count--this whole mini-series was born from an inability to control the word vomit I type down, so the same thing happened here 😬 This is the 2nd part in the requested 'Confidence' series and I hope you all enjoy!!!

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“She has never been defeated. No man or woman alive can best her.”

“She’s as strong as a man.”

“No--as strong as ten men.”

“Ten--” A scoff, “try a hundred men.”

These were the whispered and bewildered words of the patrons of the bar Zoro had wondered his way into. Words that piqued his interest as he made his way towards the bar, eyeing the gathered crowd of men just off to the side. An interest that was stifled when a mug of beer was placed in front of him--beer he’d been itching to have since he hoped off the Merry and onto the docks

Just when he had taken that first, refreshing sip of the wheaty drink, his name floated amongst the whispering. His name, his recent bounty, and his skill--skill they bet would take down whoever you were.

And Zoro was completely uninterested, a deep sigh huffing through his nose as he took another large, gulping drink. This would mean he would have to leave the bar he had just found. Leave because his name would only gather unwanted attention to him and his crew who had been trying to avoid attention of any sort.

You tucked a handful of berries into your pocket as the man before you cradled his arm, which you had so unfortunately snapped. Had just readied yourself to take on the next man who sat eagerly down in front of you when you caught a flash of green hair--of three swords strapped safely to a hip.

Roronoa Zoro.

He was a man you had heard rumors of throughout your travels through the Blue Seas. For an ex-bounty hunter, alleged demon, and holder of a hefty bounty he looked awfully--young to have gained all those titles and glory. Titles and glory that come with hard work--years of training. Years after tortuous years you had undergone to get to the level of skill you had achieved.

You were proud of your achievements and no man, young or old, would make you feel any less…but it didn’t stop you from needing to challenge him. To test your power against his and see if he could finally beat you after all these years.

“A man carrying that many swords,” You called, silencing the crowd who gasped collectively, parting to allow you a better view of the pirate who was making his way out of the bar, “must be making up for something rather…small--weak.”

Zoro stopped in his retreat, unwittingly taking the bait you had thrown at him

He turned his eyes, which were as dark as the night sea, onto you, looking like your remark hadn’t affected him--a remark you’ve known to throw many a man into a wild rage.

“Hardly.” He huffed on a blink. He watched you grab the man who sat before you by the scruff of his shirt and throw him out of his chair, sending him rolling onto the floor and nearly knocking over another who got in his way. Watched you gesture toward the now-empty seat before you.

“Then prove it, pretty boy.” You said, confidence and ego dripping from your every word. Dripping from the way you held yourself to the way you kept your features in that of cool, collected, confidence. It was a confidence and ego that called to Zoro’s own--called to it in a way he could not ignore as he usually would.

You smirked as he made his way over, sitting down in his seat--sitting down in his seat in a proficient way that anyone else in this room would have thought normal. But it was far from normal. You saw it for what it was--a call to his true abilities.

“How will I do that?” He asked you dryly. You placed your elbow on the worn, wooden table and raised your hand to silently let him know to take it. The famed swordsmen did no such thing, only eyeing it. “An arm wrestle? That is hardly a challenge.” He all but scoffed at you.

“Oh? Scared?” You teased, making the man narrow his eyes the slightest bit at you. “Thought you weren’t making up for something?” Zoro grasped your hand in his, steadying his elbow just a little ways before your own.

Zoro noted your hand was strong and calloused just any decent sword wields would be--but it also sported elaborately painted nails in a beautiful shade of purple with gold detailing.

He liked those colors was the next thought that crossed his mind before he could shut it down.

“If I win?” He asked, knowing better than to take your bait twice. Your eyes lit with excitement as a chuckle spilled from your lips. A chuckle that took him utterly off guard.

“If you win, I’ll buy you a drink and let you do as you wish to me. Whether that be death, a task needing to be fulfilled, berry, or a quick fuck in the alley. You’re choice.” Zoro’s gaze fluttered over you again. Confidence--such confidence that had their hooks buried deep in his flesh. Hooks he knew he needed to rid himself of before something bad came his way.

“You buy me a drink and show me to the docks.” You nodded at the fair wager. “And if you win?” You let your eyes wander over the swordsman’s body--over his strong stronger, calm features, and lips that you could tell were just full enough to be perfectly kissable.

“If I win, you buy me a drink and give me one of your earrings.” You said eyeing the three, golden earrings dangling from his ear. Ones that had hardly moved as he walked over to you. Hardly moved as he sat and took your hand in his own. It was all call to the skill you were about to pit yourself against.

Your response surprised Zoro. He’d taken on many challenges and won many duels, but never once had someone asked him such a thing. Such a strange request.

It only made those hooks dig deeper.

“I agree to your terms.” He said, readying himself to take you on.

“And I do yours.” You spoke on honey-dripped tones that had few men around the room huffing in flusteredness.

Berry was passed around as bets were made. Whispered words laid just under the surface of the silence which had fallen over the bar. Whisper about who would win, how they would win, and what in all the gods’ names was Zoro thinking for just asking you for directions and a drink.

Zoro and you gave each other a brief nod before your challenge began.

You knew in an instant he had earned his bounty as such power bore down onto your arm--power that had your excitement whirl around in your chest, a laugh you couldn’t control spilling from your lips.

Zoro knew just as quickly that you had earned the reputation he had heard whispered around the bar. Knew that you weren’t worth ten men--not even a hundred. You were worth a thousand.

But Zoro was, unfortunately for you, worth two thousand men.

Arms shook, sweat pooled and dripped down brows, the wooden table whined and shook until--

Your arm budged. Budged and struggled to regain what little space you had lost. Another cheerful laugh flew from your breathy lips.

A laugh that had Zoro’s chest feeling all--weird.

Why were you laughing? You were losing?

Another inch was lost to you. And then another and--

The table snapped in two beneath the power roaring around the two of you. You were pulled from your seat and all but into the lap of the man you had nearly lost to.

You cursed, angered at the cut-off challenge only to find a deep, rumbling chuckle spill from Zoro’s lips. A chuckle you instantly liked and wanted to hear more of. A chuckle that rumbled through you as Zoro leaned in close, his breath brushing against your cheeks in a way that had your body heating.

“Let's get that drink.”

You both ordered a round for the other. A round that turned into two, then three, then four, until it was turning into another full-on challenge. One the patrons around the bar fed into by buying you both shots and drinks.

Berry once again flowed. Bets were made and whispering dealings on who would win floated around the now music-filled bar.

Zoro finished his eighth beer when he turned to find you finishing off your own eighth, flashing him a smug grin that had that strange feeling stirring in his gut.

“Slowing down?” You teased him, grabbing for your fourth shot given to you by one of the men sitting closest to you.

“Hardly.” Zoro scoffed, ordering himself the same shot you had been given. “Just let me know when you need a break, princess.” He said in that dry wit he teased you with.

“Princess--I like that. I think if I win, instead of buying me a drink, you’ll have to only refer to me as a princess.” Zoro raised his shot glass for you to click yours against. The liquid warmed your throat as it flowed downward, a warmth that spread through your body again when your eyes caught sight of the swordman’s strong throat bob on his swallow.

“Fine. I still want a drink. But you’ll buy me a bottle of sake instead. A nice bottle of sake. Top shelf.” You nodded, pushing your empty shot glass away and replacing it with your ninth beer. Zoro was quick to follow.

“Of course. Only the best for the great Roronoa Zoro.”

You two had five more beers, two more shots, and a tiny cup of cheap sake before most of the partons left for the night, defeated. The bar closed soon after the last handful left and you two were kicked out, ending your second challenge before it truly began.

“What bar closes before one?” Zoro gruffed as you two walked through the all-but-deserted streets of the port town. Only a few drunken men stumbled home, singing off-tune shanties and relieving themselves against the sides of buildings.

“The kind whose clientele should have gone home an hour ago.” You huffed, placing a hand on the sword at your side absentmindedly. “I will show you to the docks. I assume your captain is waiting for you.” Zoro eyed you again like he wasn’t sure what to make of you. “Tell me…how did the mighty hunter become the prey?”

“I am still plenty the hunter.” He said with that smugness that mirrored your own.

“Oh of course. A 60 million berry bounty doesn’t come from just laying down and being complicated.” You said, all but purring his way. It had that feeling in Zoro’s gut fizzing again. Made him want to challenge you again--over and over until a victor was found.

“You tell me since you seem to know so much about me already.” You huffed, turning your face away from Zoro. He watched the moonlight make your eyes sparkle--watched your painted fingernails tap over the hilt of the sword at your side. One he could tell from the hilt was of strange make and good caliber.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Roronoa Zoro. Your name has been whispered in the wind for a long time now. Your face now posted everywhere one can find space.” You said pointing towards the nearest building, where a few wanted posters had been plastered onto.

Sure enough, there was Zoro’s face and bounty just next to Luffy’s goofy grin.

“Stories of what you did in Alabasta are told in many a bar I’ve conducted my challenges in. I have good ears. Nothing more.” He almost would have believed you had the corner of your mouth not twitched. Had your painted nails not tapped over the hilt of your sword again.

“Who are you then? Bounty hunter? Marine? Pirate?” Zoro’s gut clenched as you turned your gaze back onto him. A gaze that pierced through him like a dagger. You chuckled. A chuckle that tickled at Zoro’s ears in a pleasant way that had his gut unclenching, only to clench up again like some fist.

“I am merely looking for the one who will finally win my challenge.” Zoro wanted to know more. It was almost like a need to know who you were. Had you been a pirate once? A bounty hunter, just as he had? Who had trained you and how long would you be able to hold out against Zoro’s own blades?

And it was all very--weird. Weird that you were making him feel all strange inside--making him want more of that feeling.

You came to a stop at the entrance to the docks, Zoro stopping with you, his eyes hardly leaving your features.

“I am sure you will be able to find your way back to your ship from here?” Zoro huffed, scanning over the docks, easily spotting the ram's head of the Merry just a little ways away. “Then it has been an honor to challenge you. May our paths cross again.” You said with a small bow of your head before starting off in the opposite direction of the Merry.

“We haven’t finished the challenge yet.” You paused, looking back to Zoro with a small smirk.

“I have more sake on my ship if you wish to continue there. I doubt any bar for miles will be open.” Zoro scanned over your features once more. Over your body which you held so confidently.

He shouldn’t. Not when everyone in this town and the next knew what his face looked like--what Luffy’s face looked like.

He needed to get his crew out of here before the Marines came sniffing around…but your smugness and ego and confidence were pulling at Zoro in a way he had only felt once before towards Dracule Mihawk, but this--you were different than the great swordsmen. You with your shining eyes and painted nails adorning his favorite colors of purple and gold.

He should go. Leave you and your challenge…but Zoro had never been known to make good decisions before.

And he never backed down from a challenge.

“Sake it is.”

Your ship was tiny compared to the Merry, but seeing as it was a vessel manned by one person, it made sense. It was cozy and filled with trinket after trinket. Swords, daggers, and all sorts of weapons hung on the walls. Rings, necklaces, and all sorts of treasure sat on shelves blocked off by glass--and was that a finger bone sitting next to a golden goblet?

Zoro came to realize these were trophies from your wins. Trophies his earring would surely join if you won against him--which he thoroughly doubted.

You requested that he remove his boots before fully entering the inner workings of your vessel, just as you had. He obeyed the request without questions, not wanting to disrespect your hospitality.

He watched you move around the small kitchen area, pulling two, wooden o-choko cups from the cabinet and then grabbing a bottle of sake from the fridge.

“Let’s make this fun.” You said, sitting down at the kitchen table, gesturing with your hand holding the sake bottle for him to join you. “I have three more bottles after this one. Every time we finish a bottle and a victor hasn’t been granted, then we get to ask the other a question and you have to answer.”

Zoro hesitated at your request. He knew better than to share details of his life with anyone. Hell, his own crew hardly knew much about his past…but he came this far. Had already boarded your ship and accepted your hospitality, he couldn’t leave now.

And he couldn’t refuse the offer of free sake.

“Only four bottles? Please, that’s nothing.” Zoro said sitting down across from you, taking one of the wooden cups and holding it out in sign to fill it. You poured the liquid into Zoro’s cup before passing the bottle to him, repeating the process but with your own cup. When both cups were filled, you lightly touched your cups together before taking that first sip of the fruity, apple-hinted sake you had purchased just the other day.

“If you're that eager for me to ask you a question, then might as well just skip right to the chase.” Zoro huffed in something like mock amusement.

“Get to drinking, princess.”

You both sat, sipping on your sake and passing the bottle back and forth to refill each other's cups. You both made idle, yet engrossing chit-chat about different types of swords and their capabilities before you finished that first bottle of sake.

“Tell me your name.” Zoro requested as his first question.

“I feel like that is a waste of a perfectly good question.” You mused, rising from your seat to grab the second bottle of sake stored in your fridge.

“You have to answer, remember? Your rules.” You chuckled, filling Zoro’s cup with the freshly open bottle of sake. But you told him, family name and all. A name Zoro repeated low and slow, rolling it over his tongue as his brow furrowed in thought.

“Sounds familiar.”

“I can assure you, it’s not.” Zoro let it go with a casual shrug as he took the sake from you and filled your cup. You both clicked glasses and took your first sip. Your eyes scanned over his chest, which his shirt hung open to expose. “How did you get that scar? Pretty nasty.”

Zoro took another sip from his glass, watching you closely. Scars were seen by most as failures--as defeats. Gods’ know how many times you had scarred one of the men who had challenged you just to see the devatated look on their faces.

“I challenged Dracule Mihawk to a duel. Lost.” He said simply like it was hardly a big deal. He said it simply even when that name shot through you like a hot iron. A name that had your anger rising in your chest.

Zoro took note of the anger that flashed through you at the mention of Mihawk. An anger that looked more like wrath than mere anger. He wondered what that was for? What had happened to make you hate the man so much…maybe that would be one of his questions.

“Why--” Zoro cut you off with a shake of his head.

“Keep drinking, Y/N, and if you make it, you can ask.” You huffed and continued to sip on your sake.

The second bottle was finished much quicker than the first, mainly because you had been chugging your cups like an utter fool so you could ask your question.

“Sake is meant to be enjoyed you know.” Zoro gruffed at you as you stood.

“Ask your question.” You commanded. Zoro blinked his eyes at you, amusement flashing in them as you opened the fridge door.

He liked your anger. It was fun to tease out of you.

“What’s with the finger?” He asked, shoving a thumb over his shoulder. That seriousness and anger that had overcome you banked the slightest bit at his question. You’re shining eyes gleamed in excitement at its mention.

“My first trophy. He lost his challenge to me and instead of paying up the berry I had asked for, he tried to kill me. Took his hands for it.” You mused, eyes unfocusing as you remembered back. “Lost them both along my travels. His pinky is the only thing that remains.” You said, wiggling your pinkie at Zoro who laughed. A laugh that was hardly above a chuckle, but a laugh all the same.

It was--stunning. And hardy and fit him so well. One you wanted to hear again and again.

“What a pity.” You shrugged as you sat back down across from the swordsmen.

“Why challenge Mihawk?” You asked, pouring Zoro more sake. He found that seriousness began to seep back into your features. “That man walks with death herself. She shadows him--sponsors him like some god would their chosen champion.” Zoro took the bottle from you and returned the favor.

“Because I made a promise to someone a long time ago that I would become the world’s greatest swordsman. Mihawk is the holder of that title. I thought I would win. I was wrong.” He said simply yet again.

Said it so simply--too simply, like he hadn’t gone up against Dracule Mihawk and left the encounter alive. Went up against the hawk-eyed Warlord, who had hadn’t always been as such. Who had once hunted those very marines he now served. Marines he had slaughtered regardless of who their deaths might hurt. Zoro had walked away from that true demon alive and was playing it off like it wasn’t a big deal.

“I do enjoy myself a man with a vow,” You said, trying to lighten your mood, before clinking your cup with Zoro’s. “And a death wish.” Zoro held your eyes as you took a sip of your sake and he a sip from his. Eyes that dug into him deeper than any had before.

“Any swordsman worth their weight in the steal they carry has one.”

“I’ll keep drinking to that.”

You both finished the third bottle in the span of half an hour. A bottle that merely had you feeling full rather than anything more fun. You found you were able to withstand the effects of alcohol the more you learned how to control your body in ways others never would. Ways Zoro seemed to understand as well.

“What are you? Truly.” Zoro asked as you pulled the last chilled bottle of sake from the fridge.

“I am nothing now but a lone traveler…” You said shutting the fridge door with your hip. A movement you saw Zoro track with those deep, dark eyes of his. “but in a past life one might have found me selling teas in my mother's shop.”

Zoro watched closely as you sat down before him, something like pain flashing through your eyes. A pain he himself had felt once before. “Until death knocked on my door and changed that.” Your voice dipped dangerously low as you poured sake into Zoro’s cup before passing the bottle to him. “Then I did a quick stint as a pirate.” Zoro filled your cup, placing the bottle in the middle of the table.

“That’s how I know you. You had a bounty.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Had. A long time ago.” You huffed, “Why the three swords?” You asked, changing the topic and pulling that calm and collected mask back on. Zoro’s hand came to rest on the three swords at his side when brought to their attention once more.

“My vow--I made it to a friend.” He said, deciding it wouldn’t hurt to tell you of his childhood friend. At least just vaguely. It wouldn’t hurt when you had told him just as vaguely of your pain. “When she died I was gifted her sword. I then crafted the Three Sword Style which I have been perfecting ever since.”

The fourth bottle was finished off just as you two had gotten halfway through discussing the ways you both had trained in swordplay, which took a pause as you poured the last half of the sake into Zoro’s cup.

“Why seek out defeat?” He asked, taking the bottle from your hand. His fingers curled around yours, holding them there as he leaned forward. Fingers that all but made your skin sizzle like you were touching fire. You slide your hand out from under his, trying to forget about the feeling of it against yours. “You are the strongest woman I have ever come across. Why look for your skills to be diminished?”

“Why seek out fame?” You asked back on a near snap, which the pirate hardly seemed to pay mind to your tone. “Why seek out titles that are only words to be spoken? Why seek out a title that will only have silly little boys, like yourself, hunt after you and inevitably kill you?”

Zoro blinked at you. He ignored your jab at him once again. A jab that was only meant to rile him to anger. He was collected enough to not take your bait for a third time that night.

“I have a death wish, remember.” He said, taking his cup in his hand, leaning in closer than he needed to fill your cup. “Your turn.” He said with that gruffing voice. A voice that had your body growing warm. A warmth completely unrelated to all the alcohol you had drank.

“Because I’m tired of winning.” Zoro watched you raise your cup for it to be filled. He watched your eyes as he filled your cup. Eyes that shined brightly yet held a dullness to them that called to that exhaustion you claimed. He placed the sake bottle down and raised his cup for the last cheers of the night.

“Are you sure you’re not ready to tap out?” Zoro asked, keeping his cup just out of reach of yours. Asked in that dry humor of his that had you narrowing your eyes at him.

“Hardly. Are you?” Zoro chuckled. A chuckle you paused your riling emotions to listen to. To memorize dispute only having just met the man.

A man who could beat you despite your continued challenges. You knew he could--had felt it during your first challenge. You were big enough to admit defeat when it came time for it. When someone truly earned it. And Zoro had earned it…but you couldn’t help but want to keep his company a little while longer.

“Hardly.” And your cups met each other in a gentle kiss before you both took that first, last sip. “What now?” He asked, leaning back in his seat heavily.

“I don’t know.” You said on a shrug, taking another sip as you leaned your forearms on the table. “A drawl?” The room fell quiet--a quiet that lasted all of two seconds before the both of you were laughing at such an absurd idea.

“I didn’t know you to make jokes,” Zoro said as his laughter evened out.

“Oh, I’m sure I have pulled a chuckle or two from you tonight,” Zoro smirked, sipping his sake. “This table is sturdy enough. We could try arm wrestling once more?” He eyed you long and slow. Eyes that danced over your face and down your neck.

“Finish your drink and then we can resume your first challenge.” You smiled, excited as you set on sipping your sake faster than you knew it should be sipped. But you couldn’t help it. Not when you were eager to get back under that power that rolled off him in waves. To press your own power against it and feel it wane against his fire.

You both slammed your cups to the table and had your hands clasped together hardly a minute later. It seemed you both were eager to complete this challenge.

Zoro gazed into your eyes and you gazed into his on a pause. A pause and a nod of the head before the challenge resumed.

Once again, you were reminded of his power. Of how good it felt to feel your strength weaken against his.

Arms shook, brows beaded with sweat, and heat pooled in your abdomen. A heat no man had been able to stir for a long, long time. No man had been worth its sizzling flames.

A little noise spilled from your lips. A noise that had Zoro’s attention pulling from your shining eyes to your lips. Lips that hung parted on that small noise that had that weird feeling grow and thrash about in his abdomen.

“Fuck.” He cursed on a deep rumble that had you clenching your thighs together against the frustration building in you.

“Fuck, Zoro--win.” You all but begged the swordsmen, whose teeth were clenched so tight you thought they might fracture under the pressure. “Win, win, please.” You continued.

Despite your pleas for him to win against you, you hardly gave up your hold on his hand. Hardly gave into his power. You fought against it, just as he fought against yours. A fight that your arm had just begun to yield under when Zoro cursed yet again.

Zoro couldn’t focus. Not when you were making those little noises and begging him to dominate you. Couldn’t focus when you looked just as bright as your eyes--when your painted nails were pressed flush against the back of his hand. Not when that weird feeling wanted him to win against you in another way.

The alcohol. It was the alcohol making him feel this--needful for you.

He knew that wasn’t it. Knew he was hardly even tipsy. He knew he had felt this way as he had drunk his first beer.

“Fuck it.” He hissed, reaching across the table to grab your cheeks in his free hand. You sucked in a breath as he all but pulled you across the table, lips pressing harshly against yours. You fought back against his lips in a fiery kiss that any outside might have thought looked more like two dogs mauling at each other's faces than any true kiss.

But it was a kiss you felt your body ignite against--that you could taste the sweet, fruity sake you had drank on his tongue and lips. One that made your pussy throb and your limbs grow fuzzy as you climbed onto the table, knocking over the empty sake bottle as you crawled over it.

He all but pulled you off the table into his lap where you moved so you could straddle his waist and press your kiss down onto him.

Hands grabbed at clothes and relieved the other of their shirts, which were tossed to the ground before lips were rapidly moving against the others. Your hands smoothed over his hard-earned, muscle-lined chest, feeling the slight raise of the scar Mihawk had given him.

Zoro’s calloused hands moved from where they grasped your hips upwards, sending goosebumps rising along your skin.

He felt a scar along your hip bone, one that cut up your side, and another he felt just under the edge of your bra. But never once did he feel a scar on your back.

You were a true swordsman. A true warrior.

It had him grabbing you tighter. Had him hosting you up as he stood before pinning you on the table, fingers unbuckling your belt and unbuttoning your pants.

Zoro yanked your pants down your legs, trailing hot, opened-mouth kisses along your scarred skin making a huffing moan escape your lips. You ran your fingers through his green hair before grabbing for your pants which he wasn’t pulling off fast enough.

You yanked them off, grabbing him back against you and claiming his lips harshly as you rose off the table onto your feet.

Zoro’s back hit the wall, making the swords and other various weapons rattle upon impact. You wasted no time in going for his belt, which fell away from his hips under the weight of his three swords.

They had just fallen to the floor with a dulled clatter when Zoro was turning you so that he could slam you against the wall, throwing his skillful power into you which had you moaning in gleeful pleasure. A throwing star, which had been hanging just beside your head, fell to the ground and embedded itself in the wood there.

You wanted him to do that again. To move you despite your own power fighting against him.

Your hands grabbed for Zoro’s pants again as his hands grabbed for the clasp of your bra, which he fumbled with and found he couldn’t figure out the mechanics of. One last harsh kiss was given to Zoro before you pushed him away, going for the clasp behind your back.

“Pants.” You grit at him. He huffed at your commanding tone, but did so regardless of his want to ignore it.

His breath hitched in his throat as you threw your bra off, your breasts falling from their confines and making his mouth water at their heft. You yanked your underwear off just as Zoro had finished pulling his pants off, leaving you both bare to one another.

Your eyes scanned over his body shamelessly. Scanned over the scars he bore--the large one cutting across his chest, another smaller one on his shoulder, and two more rounding his ankles. Scanned over the sheer amount of strength that radiated off him that you needed to grab and feel against you all over again. Scanned over his cock, which twitched in the open air, precome already spilling for its tip.

Zoro looked over your body just as you did. A body that was strong--well-honed muscles built throughout it from the years of training he knew you had gone through. Muscle that did nothing but enhance your utter femininity. From your hair to your shining eyes to that shade of purple he found your toenails were painted as well.

Zoro thought you might have been the prettiest thing he had ever laid eyes on.

You were grabbing at Zoro just as he was grabbing at you. Lips caressing in that harsh manner that had your abdomen burning. Bare bodies pushed and pulled and felted at the other in a way that had your head spinning.

You slammed Zoro into the door that led to your chambers, his teeth finding your neck in a pinching bite that was sure to leave a bruise as your lips pulled away long enough to open it. You shoved Zoro through the open doorway, his hands grabbing for your arms to pull you with him.

He used the momentum of your shove to switch positions with you, lips claiming yours as he guided you back toward your bed. When the backs of your legs hit the frame, you climbed onto the plush mattress before he could shove you down, not wanting to give your position up quite yet. A position you wanted him to fight you for. He climbed in after you, lips hardly leaving the others.

That push and pull began again. You tugged at Zoro who tugged right back. It was a continuation of the challenge you had been waging to see who would come out on top--literally now.

Your fingers brushed down his strong stomach before wrapping around his hard cock, pumping him nice and slow in a way that had him hissing out a breath. You watched his brows furrow under your admissions--watched as the corner of his lip twitched in a near snarl as your thumb passed over his dripping head. Your touch spurred his hips into motion--thrusting into your hand with each pass of your thumb.

“I think I like this type of wrestling much better, don’t you?” You teased, tightening your grip just that much more around him. His fingers dug into your skin. Dug hard enough you were sure it would leave a mark. You wanted it to leave a mark. “I think I like the idea of having you come all undone first, looking so, so pretty.”

His hips halted their mindless thrust, eyes narrowing down at the smugness that had filtered into your bright gaze.

“Is that--” He hissed, finding your hand stilling working him in a way that was tortuous. “Is that a challenge?” You smirked.

“Should it be?” You continued to tease, eyes fluttered to look at his parted lips which huffing breaths floated out of.

“Same rewards?” He asked, making you nod.

“If that’s all you still wish for, then yes.” You lulled, leaning up to brush your lips against his. “But I think you’ll find it a harder challenge to win then--” You sucked in a shaky breath when a finger dipped into your needy folds. A finger that had found your clit in seconds and was applying just the right amount of pressure and type of touch to have your hips moving to get closer to such pleasure.

“I’m sorry,” He huffingly teased back, pressing your chest flush against his as a shit-eating grin plastered itself onto his kiss-puffed lips. Your hand paused its working of Zoro’s cock at the sudden sparks he sent shooting through you. “What were you saying?”

“How--how did you--fuck,” You cursed, grabbing hold of his shoulder for balance. Jolt after jolt of pleasure rushes up your body. Pleasure you had only even been able to fully give yourself.

“I think,” He gruffed brushing his lips against your ear, making a shiver rush up your spine. “That I’m going to have you coming all undone for me, Y/N, and then enjoy myself the best sake this little island has to offer.” His gruffing voice rang in your ear.

“In your dreams.” You huffed, swallowing a moan that wanted to escape.

Zoro grunted as you resumed moving your hand up and down the length of his velvety cock. A movement that had Zoro stopping the circling of your clit only so he could shove your thighs open wider, all so he could sink a finger into your dripping pussy--and then another. He curled and pressed them into that spongy spot up in you that had stars flying across your vision--stars that grew in number when his thumb found your clit once more.

Huffs and pants and grunts and cut-off moans between near-violent kisses filled the space as you fought to get each other off--to get the other to lose the challenge you had been trying to finish the whole night.

You pulled away once more when Zoro gave a deep-chested moan. A moan that had his brows knitting together and his hips jerking against your hand as if to pull away because--oh yes.

“It’s okay, pretty boy. It’s okay. You can come for me. Yes, yes, please come for me.” You comforted, placing a gentle kiss on his flushed cheek and picking your pace up just that much faster. “So strong. So powerful. Come on my hand and let me taste just how--” Your words were cut off as Zoro pulled his fingers out of you only for them to wrap around your throat in a tight hold. A hold that nearly had you coming right then and there.

He pinned you to the bed, your hand slipping from his cock in the process. But it didn’t stop you from wrapping your legs around his waist and rubbing your dripping, needy pussy against his twitching and as equally needy cock.

“You talk too much.” He hissed, the hand not pinning you to the bed running down your body so that he could reach for his swollen cock. “I’m gonna make you come so hard around me you won’t remember how to speak.”

“Yes--please.” You panted out as he pressed the tip of his cock against your fluttering entrance. A pant that turned into your own deep-chested moan as he sunk himself into you, inch by glorious inch. A moan was met with Zoro’s grunts as he bottomed out in you, your pussy flexing around him as it worked to accommodate his size.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up enough to claim his rough kiss once more as his hips began to move his cock within you.

His pace gradually began to quicken. A pace that grew so brutal, that tears brimmed in your eyes at the pleasure he pounded into you. And when his thumb found your clit again--oh gods you knew you might not win out against him.

And as lust and pleasure fogged your brain, you found you wanted him to win. Just as you had wanted him to win against every other challenge you threw his way that night.

“Zoro--oh fuck, Zoro keep going. Please, please, please.” You begged against his panting mouth. He kept up his wicked pace, the sinfully wet sounds of your pussy getting utterly destroyed filling your ears and adding to the pleasure that was rolling through you.

Sweat slicked over skin, bodies buzzed and shook, lips moved frantically and hungrily. And that release your body begged for built and built and built and you had just began to tip over the edge. Your finish just a breath away--hot ribbons of come shot into you.

Zoro had come just seconds before your pussy was clenching around his twitching cock. Just seconds before you were moaning his name and holding him close as you’re finish rushed through you. His solid body fell on top of yours, chests full of uneven and choppy breath.

“You win.” He huffed into your neck. You sighed deeply, running your fingers through his green hair.

“I was only teasing--” Zoro pulled his face away so he could look into your eyes. Deep, dark eyes that never looked away from your face as he unhooked an earring from his ear lobe, holding it out for you to take.

“You win, princess. Fair is fair.” You gently took the gold earring from his hand, brushing your knuckles over his cheek. A touch the swordsmen leaned into, his lips leaving a burning kiss to your writs. “Put it next to the finger.” You laughed, leaning forward and placing the softest kiss of the night to those lips of his. Lips that kissed you back just as soft--slow. A kiss that had your heart beating against your ribs.

“Just for you, pretty boy.”

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turtletaubwrites · 2 months

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Same Time

Thank you, anon for this delicious request! I hope you enjoy it! 🔥

Pairings: Sanji x Fem!Reader x Zoro

Word Count: 1123

Ao3 Link

Summary: Your boyfriends are always arguing, but sometimes you're the one that wins the fight. Tonight the battle is for who gets to go first.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Arguing, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Threesome - F/M/M, Penis in Vagina Sex, Unprotected Sex, (be safe out there), Rough Sex, Cunnilingus, Creampie, Come Eating, Hair-Pulling, Biting, Spanking (barely), Polyamory, Established Relationship, Pet Names, Shameless Smut

A/N: This request was so 🥵🥵 I hope I did it justice!

Your boyfriends were always competing.

Who could take down the most enemies? Who could hunt down the biggest beast for dinner?

Who could make you come the most times in one night?

Their bickering could be cute or frustrating depending on the day, but you quickly learned that there was no way to stop them. Luckily, certain battles ended with you as the winner.

I should have brought a book with me.

“I’m first tonight, cook. You went first last time.”

“You’re too rough when you start, moss head. Our princess deserves more attention before you hammer away at her.”

You sat up a little straighter at the kitchen counter as their argument leaned closer to what you’d been looking forward to all day.

“Nah, she loves it when I ruin that pussy, don’t you,” Zoro teased, pulling you off of your stool to press you up against the counter. “Bet you want me to take you right now, huh?”

“Let me make her come on my tongue first,” Sanji demanded, tugging at your wrist, stopping as Zoro refused to let you move. “Since you’re too lazy to care for her.”

Their feud continued on for long enough that Zoro’s arms loosened their grip, so you pulled away to walk toward the door.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?”

“Where ya going?”

Rounding on them, you couldn’t help the hint of sharpness in your voice at all the time wasted.

“I’m tired. You’ve spent so much time arguing about who gets to do what first that I’m not into it anymore.”

The guilt on both of their faces was almost cute, although Zoro looked like he was itching to stay mad.

“So, I’m gonna go get myself off and pass out, unless you two can agree on something in the next thirty seconds.”

Your cook and your swordsman had another rapid fire argument while you tapped your wrist until they practically yelled their decision.

“Same time!”

“What?”

“Come here,” Zoro growled, as they both moved toward you, the dark looks in their eyes making you shiver.

Finally.

There was nothing like having these two men touching your skin at once. All that annoyance was forgotten as strong hands and warm lips took control.

Sanji made you moan when his fingers twisted into your hair, cradling your head as his lips found yours. Zoro’s rough hands trailed down your back, gripping into your hips before pulling your pants off, leaving you bare. He left a gentle kiss on your ass cheek followed by a hard smack that made you yelp into Sanji’s mouth.

The blonde pulled back with that look, almost a snarl as he shot cold eyes at Zoro. He caught your glare before he spoke, and kissed your cheek as he helped you out of your shirt.

“Bet you’re already drenched for me,” Zoro teased. You cried out his name as the silky hardness of his cock rubbed along your ass.

Sanji guided you, setting your hands along the edge as he went to his knees between you and the counter. The eye not hidden by his hair filled with a heat that parted your lips.

“Same time,” he breathed against your thigh, not speaking to you.

“Same time,” Zoro agreed, rubbing his tip along your folds before lining himself up behind you.

“Oh gods,” you moaned softly as Sanji’s mouth found your clit, that tongue starting to play right as Zoro slammed into you.

“So fucking wet,” Zoro laughed, fingers digging into your hips as he found his brutal pace.

Strangled moans and screams left your throat, and you clung to the edge of the counter as you fell apart, already so close.

The heavy thrusts of that thick cock inside you along with that wicked tongue on your clit was unreal, overwhelming, fucking incredible.

“Gods, this pussy is fucking tight,” Zoro hissed, between sucking and biting at your neck. “Gonna fill you up so good.”

Your knees were going weak, but Zoro kept his grip, while Sanji wrapped his arms around your legs, shoving his face even closer. His tongue explored further, licking along your folds. Zoro moaned in your ear as Sanji’s tongue tasted along your entrance, as if wanting to join that thick cock in fucking you.

Sanji left a deep hum of pleased laughter against you, the vibrations making your eyes roll back. Zoro’s thrusts staggered, his breath hot against your ear.

“You’re fucking filthy,” he growled, somehow slamming into you harder. “We’re gonna fuck so much come into you tonight, you won’t be able to walk. You want that?”

He tore a scream from your throat in answer as his movements became frantic.

“You taste like heaven, mon coeur. Do you like my tongue on your clit?”

The loss of his tongue where you needed it brought your eyes down to his, that mischievous glee doing you in.

“Fuck, Sanji. Please…”

“Anything for you, my love.”

Sanji wrapped his lips around that sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked, just as Zoro bit down on your neck hard.

Your mind went fucking blank. All the sensations, all the pleasure poured through your body. Zoro groaned with your flesh still in his teeth as you milked his cock. You felt him twitching inside you, throbbing, spilling hot ropes of come, filling you up. Sanji moaned around your pulsing clit, still sucking until you were about to go insane from the overstimulation.

Their strong hands held you up as you thrashed, your throat gone raw with screams.

Sanji finally released your clit as Zoro slowed, making the swordsman moan again as he licked along your entrance, definitely licking that sensitive cock as it pulled out of you.

“Oh, fuck. San–”

Instead of helping you collapse, Zoro fisted his hand into your hair, holding you around the waist with his free hand while he shoved his tongue down your throat, interrupting your cries.

Your eyes were rolling white as Sanji moved beneath you. That sinful tongue ate at you like you were a bowl of something sweet, eating up that mixture of pleasure you and Zoro had created.

Tears streamed from your eyes, but your boys didn’t stop until Sanji had licked up every drop of come, kissing your thighs. Zoro helped you lie on the ground, your head in his lap while you watched Sanji strip.

“So,” Zoro teased, tracing his rough fingers over the marks on your neck, “Which do you think is better?”

“Huh?”

Words were still distant, especially as Sanji leaned closer, rubbing his hands along your thighs.

“Do you prefer to have the brutal assault, or the tender affection first, princess?”

An insatiable smile touched your lips as you moved your gaze between them.

“Same time, please.”

Likes and reblogs bring me much ✨dopamine✨ thank you so much!

a/n: What do you think? I think both is good 🥰

tags: @shewrites02 | @jadeddangel

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nickgoesinsane · 8 months

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Anything about zoro, honestly

Thinking about pillow princess Zoro, who loves when you put him in a mating press. Pillow princess Zoro, who groans soft and low in your ears when you thrust into him. Pillow princess Zoro, who especially loves it when you fondle his chest, sucking on his nipples and leaving hickies all over his pecs. Pillow princess Zoro, who locks his legs around your hips and digs his nails into your back when you come so you have no choice but to fill him up. Pillow princess Zoro, who asks if you can go again the moment he catches his breath. Pillow princess Zoro, who wants you to keep ruining him until he’s whimpering and shuddering from overstimulation.

Pillow princess Zoro ✨️

#╰┈➤ nick answers !#ik that ask wasn't really a thirst as much as it was a statement but i wanted a reason to talk about this lmao #one piece brainrot #dom reader #top reader #sub character #sub roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #n/sfw #n/s/f/w #sub one piece #one piece

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merbear25 · 4 months

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Too Close for Comfort (NSFW)

MDNI!!!! +18

CW: afab!reader, female anatomy mentioned, fingering, vaginal penetration, squirting

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Opportunities to relax rarely came, and soaking your aching body in the bath was the best way to fully appreciate it.

Shortly after resting your eyes, you hear the door klick open. A soft touch traces up your arm and your eyeslids lift to meet his gaze. You greet him with a dreamy, 'hello' and an innocent smile.

"Poor thing. You must be exhausted." His touch has reached your cheek and you lean into it. "You do know there's an even better way to relax, though, right?"

"Why don't you join me then?" you suggest, shifting your weight forward.

Easing himself behind you, he gently pulls you closer to his chest. He starts rubbing your thighs, massaging them after a few moments. "You really are tense."

You spread your legs for him, allowing better access to your sore muscles. Feeling his finger work between each layer was enough for you to moan. "That feels really nice." You start shifting your hips, tempting him to work his way further inward.

Not taking the bate, he massages up the sides of your hips, up your ribs, and to the front of your chest. "My poor (y/n) has really overdone it today," taking each of your breasts in his hands he sighs, "hasn't she?" and nipped at your earlobe.

You run your hands down his thighs, squeezing at the top of them, which in turn, earns you a deep rumble being pressed against your temple. A light thrust presses against your lower back, and your lover's hand migrates from your breast. You place both of your feet on the top of the tub to grant him full access.

Smirking at your eagerness, he gladly gives you want you want. "You want me that badly, hm?"

"Yes, sir..." a flush rushes over your chest and cheeks. You're only focusing on the flutter of excitment emerging from your lower tummy now.

Your nipples have become fully erect, making them all the more appetizing for him. He lifts you up, shifting himself down to place you on top of him. Leaning down to taste your breast, he makes sure to give your clit the attention it deserves, too.

You can feel the excitement within you intensifying. His throbbing cock has already settled between your legs and is twitching as you grind against it. The tip is being guided so carefully through your folds and tapped against your clit.

Taking your pussy fully in his hand, he caresses it with care. Focusing his fingers over your clit, you squirm underneath them. You grab at his arms as the passion within you burns brighter. Your chest falls up and down, quickening with each motion of his hand.

"Just let go, dear" you hear him hush, "Just wanna make you feel fully relaxed."

Your back arches. Your body is begging for release. With keeping his pace with his fingers and the tip of his dick teasing your needy hole, euphoria is building up in your throat. "Please," your fingernails dig into his forearm and bicep, "shove your cock in me," you plead.

Without a moment's notice, he plunges into you as deep as he can. You tense at the shock waves coarsing through you, and your eyes roll in the back of your head as he urgently chases his own high, unable to hold back any longer.

"Cum on my dick," he lets out, "I wanna feel you completely unravel on me."

Your legs start twitching at the overstimulation, the fire burning between your thighs has engulfed your pussy entirely. Pure ecstasy passes over your lips, your body lurches backwards, leaving your hips above the water, making you squirt against the wall.

Leaving light kisses on the side of your face and neck, he tells you that you're not stopping any time soon.

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Zoro, Gojo, Geto, Crocodile, Law, Grimmjow, Nanami + your favorites!

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death-threats · 9 months

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Waking up next to your f/o and placing light kisses down their chest. Lips trailing over taut muscle and fine hair, stopping right at the hem of their soft sweatpants. Eyes connect for a moment and soft smiles being exchanged before teasingly licking a wet stripe over their clothed morning wood. Small hands holding their hips in place as you take your sweet time with them, watching their face redden and chest heave as they impatiently tug at your hair and silently demand you get on with it before they lose their cool and fuck you into the mattress.

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thebunnednun · 2 months

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LA!Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader Enchanted meeting Part 3

Back again with hopes of new.

Hello my loves!~ Part 3 as promised. Look here for Part 2. Make sure to check out my other works and the ao3 account by the same name. Please make sure to leave a like and follow. Comment what you want to see next.

My request are also open and a Dracule Mihawk story should be coming out soon this week.

Cliffhangers are going to be a thing and Buggy is totally going to chase after reader.

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Oh how did it come to this?

Here you were, on a night out with your friends. Freshly shipwrecked but looking hot. Crew in tow, survived a crazy fall from a trap door and even made it to the show you had so excitedly told your friends about to boost their spirits.

Though, not everything went as planned. As in you and your family of a crew almost died trying to get rare ice cream and were now shipwrecked. Like how the horror house had given you some bruises you’d definitely feel in the morning. Or how Brooks and Usopp almost shit themselves trying to find you in the loony house. You losing the face mask you wore in public to remain anonymous. Luffy going from being excited to frowning so hard it scared the fuck outta you.

And then there was the clown.

Oh yeah, the clown.

You were totally thirsting over a clown.

Back to the present moment, you couldn’t be in a more delicious situation.~

To the performer's credit, they did not react much. Everyone in the East Blue knew the flashy captain. Most towns he had paid a visit to would definitely remember him. Anyone who had ever met the infamous red nosed clown couldn’t forget that one appendage. Your Captain, Luffy, surely didn’t forget that first encounter.

Nor would the Flashy Fool himself forget this enchanted meeting with you.

You had tumbled off the stands from the safety of your friends and crashed into the clown prince of crime.

With your Cherry Red lips pressed right into his infamous nose.

Now surprisingly, Buggy did not react negatively at all. In fact, he didn’t have a reaction.

The man that now held you in his arms was staring at you in disbelief. You slowly removed your lips after what seemed like hours to everyone else. Normally, Buggy would throw down with anyone who even mentioned his nose, let alone touched it.

However, you were rather soft in the action. Sure you stumbled into him like a blind bat. But the accidental kiss was something to behold. Flustered, you removed your lips from his nose quickly, making a soft, "Tch," sound. Stunned (Y/ec) looked up into his green eyes to see complete stillness.

And that scared everyone, including yourself, even more.

You found yourself gasping for air as his firm grip on the small of your back made you feel vulnerable and exposed. Despite your best efforts to hide it, your voice gave you away as you whispered an apology. Your hands were still tightly pressed against his chest, and the other was gripping his shoulder for support. In that moment, you realized that you had lost your focus and gotten distracted, leaving you feeling embarrassed and uneasy

As his gloved fingertips trailed up your arm, you felt a shiver run down your spine. His touch was gentle yet firm, and it seemed to calm the nerves that had been jangling inside you. You looked up at him, and as your eyes met, you felt your heart skip a beat. His other hand found a resting place where your cheek and jaw met, and you closed your eyes, savoring the sensation.

As you opened your eyes again, you noticed that small bits of the carefully placed glitter on his skin had fallen onto your chest. You realized that you were chest to chest with him, and the realization made your heart race even faster. The fast pounding was so loud that you couldn't tell if it was coming from your chest or his.

Finally, he stopped, and just stared at you, his gaze intense and unwavering. You felt your cheeks flush as you met his gaze, and you wondered what he was thinking. It was a moment that seemed to last forever, and yet it was over in the blink of an eye.

“The fuck-” “SHHHHHH!”

Suddenly, Buggy's expression changed, and he did something that filled you with fear - he smiled. But that wasn't the worst of it.

Buggy burst into a fit of laughter.

The kind that made you feel uneasy and unsure of what to do next. It wasn't a simple chuckle or a casual laugh; it was loud and uncontrollable, as if something deep within him had been unleashed. You couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settle within as you watched Buggy laugh on and on.

“Oh, my,” he chuckled, finally wiping away tears. You could hear Zoro behind you clip open a sword. You could also hear Robin cracking her fingers in preparation. Not wanting any trouble, you tried to separate from the giggly clown.

As you stood before him, his gaze was still fixed on you, holding you captive. His eyes were a striking shade of green, clear and bright, yet there was a hint of danger to them. They seemed to bore into your soul, piercing through the spotlight and the darkness beyond. As he looked at you once more, his pupils dilated, giving his gaze an even sharper focus.

By then, your eyes had adjusted to the bright lights, allowing you to take in every detail of his physical appearance. You noticed the redness creeping up his neck, the warmth of his cheeks as they flushed with color, and the subtle changes in his expression that his makeup couldn't hide.

When the grip on your waist momentarily slackened, he lifted you in front of the cheering crowd, only to hold you tighter again. "What an affectionate fan you are, Sweetheart! If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask," he teased, his voice laced with forced stage presence and barely concealed anger. Despite his impressive ability to improvise and clean up the situation, you couldn't help but sense a faint hint of embarrassment and sadness in his tone that he was trying hard to mask.

You ran out of time to ponder this though as his acrobats began to hoist you over the crowd. Next, his dancers brought in a cage with a cover on it. It was rather large, larger than you would’ve expected given the space.

Looking over at your friends you could see them at war with themselves. On one hand, they wanted to help, but on the other, they wanted to not blow your cover immediately.

“Now ladies and gentlemen, thank you, so much for your patience.”

His tone was still teasing and you could see his shoulders tense under the coat. Okay maybe you could look him over a little bit. His arms were very strong and while you couldn’t see them you sure felt the muscles when you were being held up. Not to mention but he was rather tall, actually. You’d guess he was about 6’5 even without the boots. Also those blue ‘ribbons’ were his hair in two pigtails.

As your eyes peered over the room, you realized that you were trapped inside a net, suspended in the air by three ropes connected to the ceiling. The clown had stopped talking and was now facing you. Then he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out four daggers.

Buggy's mischievous smirk returned as he turned his attention back to you. "You ready up there, dollface?" he asked, his voice dripping with sinister glee.

“Ah Shit.”

As the audience held their breath in anticipation, the clown pulled the sheet off the cage to reveal a massive pink lion. With four sharp blades in his hand, he waved them around in the air and announced his next feat.

"Now I'm going to throw these four blades, count 'em, folks, four," he exclaimed with a grin. "Let's see if that pretty thing up there can keep her cool and NOT fall into the lion's den."

Buggy turned back to you with a dark smile, but something seemed off. As you looked closer, you couldn't help but notice that your lipstick had smudged onto his nose, overpowering his grease paint. Would it be inappropriate to mention it now?

Flick~*

One dagger hit the wood post behind you.

You had to get out of there and fast.

You nodded towards Zoro who patted his shoulder in response. Hopefully, the moss head would pick up what you were putting down. The dress you wore offered no hiding places for weapons, but your thighs did. Pulling your legs up slightly, you feigned fear as you pulled a switchblade from your garter belt. From the looks of things, the lion was very alert. But you were not on the menu this evening. The crowd seemed to love it though. Cheering and gasping at the deranged clown as he drank up their attention.

Flick!~*

Another dagger, another rope, and you only had one lifeline left. The goal was to cut the rope before he could and swing yourself away from the lion's cage. You could see Zoro managed to get away in the chaos of the crowd and hearing a familiar sword click behind you brought some comfort. On the ground behind you was the mossy goof you loved to whistle and take walks with. Taking a deep breath, you began to quickly cut away from the rope below you.

Flick!~*

The final dagger sliced into the rope below you. Had you not been prepared, that lion would've had a very tasty dinner. You held onto the net with one hand as you regained your footing and got ready to swing.

"Ah!~ Now that's cheating!" Hissed the clown below before he threw the last dagger.

Fuck you forgot about that one.

The rope fell, but not without many things happening at once. For starters, Zoro lunged forward and tackled the clown in front of you. Second, Luffy had stretched his arms over the lion's cage and Robin grabbed you and used her powers to bring you back to safety.

Chopper was tucked into Sanji's arms while Ussop got ready to take a shot if needed. Nami drew her bow staff seeing Zoro rise with his hands around the clown's throat before-

"HE'S LOOSE!"

A man that resembled a bear screamed out causing the parents to grab their children.

"EVERYONE OUT OF THE BIG TENT!"

Making sure the towns people got out safely was dangerous but you couldn't help but look back at the clown that you smooched, albeit on the nose. Body parts were flying everywhere as his performers drew various weapons.

"What do we do?" Ussop called out. Brooks dropped his mask and steadied a hand on you. "We're too open to attack, everyone, RUN!" Nami called out, grabbing your hand. Your eyes found Luffy's and while he didn't want to abandon a fight, he knew that there was no way they could protect the citizens of the town if everyone was captured now. As the crew scrambled for the exit you felt a foreign object on your ankle. The gloved hand crawling its way up your leg was NOT welcomed and you screamed while hurling it towards the face of the clown chasing you.

"WHY YOU?!"

The next few minutes seemed to last hours as you and your crew ran into the forest of the island. Truthfully, it was much larger than it had appeared on any map. Too bad you couldn't take its beauty in while running for your actual life.

"GET BACK HERE YOU SHITHEADS!"

Grabbing Zoro and Brooks's hands as you ran you made a Beeline for the ship's remains. They felt a surge of determination, urging them to move faster as you ran. Your heart raced as you hoped that the rest of your group would somehow make it to safety.

As you burst from the dense foliage, the frigid air hit you hard, and you all stumbled down the melting ice-covered beach. You could feel the sweat on your forehead, and the fabric of your dress clung uncomfortably to your thighs as you ran towards the tent and ship remains with your hands outstretched.

Despite not knowing what d.fruit you had eaten as a child, you knew that your powers allowed you to manipulate matter and you could compress objects to a tiny size for transportation. However, the efficacy of your powers depended on the emotions you felt while compacting the object, and you were anything but calm right now.

Your hair was wild and fizzy from the night air, and your heart continued to thump wildly in your chest. The image of those piercing green eyes was seared into your mind, adding to your already heightened sense of anxiety.

"(Y/n) do whatever you're going to do and do it fast," Zoro said, getting his swords ready. Brooks dispatched his cane while taking a stance a few feet from you. "We'll have company soon," you nodded at the bone Dad, and closed your eyes to concentrate. Soon you could feel your remaining energy being drained as you concentrated on compressing the debris around you. The tent and ship remain quickly compacted, and you swiftly scooped them into Nami's bag for safekeeping. It was clear that soon, you would have company, and you needed to be prepared for whatever was coming your way.

"(Y/n)!"

Looking up you quickly realize that your luck has run out.

"Well would you look at that! The little princess has got herself some bodyguards."

It was a blue-haired clown, unmistakably the same one that you had given an unexpected nose kiss. He seemed to be following you with a purpose as if he had a score to settle. The nervous bear man from the town square and the green-haired juggler were standing closely behind him, almost as if they were his accomplices. You couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as you secured Nami's bag over your chest.

"We don't have to do this Buggy. We all know how it'll play out." Zoro seemed to be buying you some time. But you weren't leaving your comrades deserted. Taking a look around you realized that someone had left a bucket on the deserted beach. Creeping away as 'Buggy' and Moss head traded barbs you filled the bucket with seawater.

"Stop moving you little mouse," the green-haired male threw a knife in your direction which was blocked by Brooks. "Trash like you will not speak to the lady in that manner," the bag of bones rattled. Which was funny considering the skeleton's track record. However, you had no time to laugh about this as you crept up close enough to the clown.

"Hey, Mister Clown guy?"

Verdant eyes snapped towards you. A cold sinister smile stretched wide over his blood-red lips and you noticed how sharp his jawline was in the moonlight.

"Yes, cherry princess?"

You smiled and leaned forward with your hands behind your back.

"Catch!"

Confused his posture straightened before you threw the sea water over him. 'Buggy' was now completely soaked with you throwing the bucket.

"ARGH YOU SHITTY BITC-!"

Buggy's rant was abruptly halted by Zoro's fist, which knocked the jester of the seas unconscious. Brook's cane took care of the green-haired male and the bear man held up his hands.

"Please," he looked towards you, "Let me take them back." Your heart softened for a moment as you considered the man carefully. He looked like he was ready to run away but not without his captain and comrade. You nodded towards him and then at Zoro.

"Alright, take them back. But we're even after this." You spoke firmly but your eyes offered a kindness. He smiled a small smile at you before dragging the green-haired male away first. As you approached Zoro, you noticed the sweat glistening on his forehead and bruises forming on his knuckles as you ran your fingers over the grooves.

With a deep breath, you extended your arms and pulled both him and Brooks into a warm embrace. Even though words were unnecessary, the shared hug conveyed everything you needed to say, and they reciprocated with equal emotion.

After carefully inspecting the pack, you turned your gaze towards Buggy's unconscious body. His vibrant blue hair was splayed out around his head, creating a unique and almost ethereal halo-like effect.

Despite the fact that his crew was known for their penchant for violence and insanity, there was no denying that Buggy possessed a certain attractive quality.

If not for the circumstances, one might even describe him as being quite handsome.~

'Oh who am I kidding he's still really fucking hot. Plus the moonlight reflecting off his hair is NOT helping,' you frowned and shook the thoughts from your head.

Zoro gently nudged you with his hip while looking over his shoulder. "The bear guy will be back later. Let's just leave him here," he whispered. You nodded slightly, taking in the serene surroundings. The moon was setting, casting a silver glow over the rolling waves and the sound of chirping crickets filled the air.

You knew everything was fine, but you had to resist stealing a final glance at the peaceful man before falling into step with Zoro and Brooks, quickly walking back into the lush flora. Each step brought you closer to your group, but you couldn't shake the feeling that you were leaving something behind.

If you had bothered to look back you'd see the Blue clown's eyes intently following behind you.

That's right folks it's another cliffhanger.

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kana-daydreams · 4 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞

[ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈 ]

summary: this piece follows the canon plot of Enies Lobby arc in which you are a marine unfortunately under Spandam's command, but happen to be on the side of the enemy. genre: gen cw: violence, mild swearing wc: 2k Kana's notes: This is my first attempt at a reader-insert fic, so read at your own risk. Also, this is a one shot. I just chose to divide it into three parts as personal preference. Anyways~ enjoy my little rose petals. 🥰

Specks of ashes pollute the air around you from atop the Tower of Law and the faint scent of smoke wafts past your nose as your wide eyes stare up at what was once for decades, a universal symbol of justice.

I can’t believe it. They burnt the flag!

You continue to watch in horror as the flames eat away at the blue and white fabric of the World Government flag until you’re suddenly torn out of your stunned state at the shrilling scream reverberating against your eardrums from beside you.

"Are you insane?!"

You turn to look at your boss, Spandam, a man with lifeless lavender hair and a leather mask, flourishing his arms angrily at the six individuals standing in line several feet across from you atop the parapet of Enies Lobby's courthouse.

"Don’t think that you’ll be able to survive after making the entire world your enemy!" Spandam finishes, shrinking back when one of them lets loose, a war cry in response.

"Bring it on!"

You direct your gaze at a young boy donning a red vest paired with blue knee-length shorts and a straw hat dangling from a string around his neck, his face more than familiar to you, even though this is the first time you are seeing him in the flesh. A boy with one of the largest bounties and the captain of the infamous Straw Hat Pirates, Monkey D. Luffy.

"Robin! Say you want to live!" He screams at the top of his lungs, directing his attention at the tall, slender woman with dark hair to your right.

At his words, you notice her bite down onto her quivering lips as uncontrollable tears gush down her tan face stained with bruises, and your own lips subconsciously tilt into a frown.

You fold your arms and think to yourself that the boy pirate was wasting his words on a dead woman. Dead because she'd given up on life due to a fate she could never outrun. However, you're taken aback when momentarily the voice of said woman echoes throughout the once tense air, an underlying and longing desire clinging to every word that cries its way out from within the deepest depths of her soul.

"I want to live!" She steps forward, and without a care, leans over the partially damaged stone wall in front of her. "Take me to the sea with you!"

A wide and satisfying grin graces Luffy's expression as well as his crew's and as if on cue, the drawbridge of the courthouse starts gradually lowering, stirring up panic in your boss and excitement in the CP9 members who, like you, had been silently observing the entire scene.

One of your hands reaches to rest on the hilt of your sword, preparing yourself for the pending fight. Though, as the drawbridge reaches barely halfway across to the tower where you stand, it stops, and you hear Spandam heave a sigh of relief from beside you.

Cowardly bastard.

He pulls Nico Robin harshly by the arm before barking orders at you to secure Cutty Flam standing further to your left who’d earlier somehow broken himself free from his chains.

Keeping your hand still on the hilt of your sword, you step forward approaching him with tentative steps, but you stop when you hear a click, followed by the subtle sound of whirring and your eyes flicker down to his exposed abdomen which to your astonishment, opens to reveal some kind of compartment.

You're both freaked out and amazed by the sight, but only for a moment as your hand moves to unsheathe your sword when he reaches into his augmented body, retrieving weathered parchments of paper.

He reveals it to be the blueprints for the ancient weapon, Pluton, which Spandam demands he gives to him, but like the flag, it is incinerated within minutes and by Cutty Flam himself.

Spandam fumes at what was his chance for a promotion and in his dramatised rage, stalks up to him and with a hard shove, pushes the machine man off the tower.

He is however saved from falling to his demise when a train with a painted face of a shark, hurls off the courthouse, midair at lighting speed and crashes into the storey beneath them.

Sheer panic grips Spandam. Not due to the train crashing into the building, but rather because of the Straw Hats who’d hitched a ride on it, meaning that they were here, in the Tower of Law.

Spandam with a firm grip still around Nico Robin’s arm, drags her along as he paces towards the gaping hole in the wall behind them, destroyed earlier by Cutty Flam when he attempted to escape with her.

He then bellows out to you and one of the CP9 members, Rob Lucci, to act as his sword and shield, ordering the remaining CP9 agents to eliminate the Straw Hats.

"Why are you stopping?" Spandam stops to look at his prisoner behind him in the dim light of an underground tunnel.

You and Lucci who flank either side of him, follow suit looking at Nico Robin whose attention is fixed in the direction of the entrance you came through minutes ago.

He calls out to her once again, but she continues to ignore him, too occupied with whatever it was that had caught her attention.

Spandam grits his teeth at her stubbornness and orders you to get her to start moving. You send him a curt nod before moving to grab her by the arm and start pulling her gently towards you. When she doesn’t comply, you tug on her arm again, this time with a bit more force.

"Keep moving," you say, your voice stern.

She follows your instruction and you keep behind her as she walks, but she instantly stops when she’s met with Spandam’s face mere inches away from her own.

"Don’t tell me you still think the Straw Hats are coming to your rescue?" He cackles and Nico Robin recoils to dodge the rain of saliva that falls from his mouth. "How stupid!" He continues to tease her for holding onto the vain hope that her friends would come to her rescue, since there were no signs of them throughout their entire journey through the tunnel, and because he firmly believed there was no way the pirates could find their way around in the tower’s maze.

"We should get going chief." Your voice abruptly cuts him short of his deranged laughter and although he casts you a frown, annoyed that you’d interrupted him, he relents.

As the four of you ready yourselves to continue on your endeavour to reach the Gates of Justice, a familiar voice rips its way out from the distance behind you, echoing off the stone walls.

Spandam’s eyes widen and his motions become frantic when he recognises who the voice belongs to.

Monkey D. Luffy.

It seemed that you were up against an intelligent opponent, your thoughts surmised. He had to be if he was able to find the secret passage that led to the tunnel, but since you didn’t know Luffy personally, you didn’t know better.

"I’ll take care of the pirate, chief," you tell Spandam, but before you could move, Lucci puts a hand on your shoulder, and you crane your neck to look up at him.

"Take the chief and Nico Robin to the gate, I’ll handle the straw hat," he says, not giving you time to respond as he begins to saunter in the direction of the entrance.

You watch as his tall figure recedes further down the tunnel. "Show off." You scoff under your breath before grabbing a hold of Nico Robin, ushering her and Spandam in the opposite direction.

Minutes later you’re marching up a winding staircase, your view of the outside world still concealed by tall brick walls.

In front of you, Spandam yells into a transponder snail trying to get into contact with the other CP9 agents he’d left behind to deal with the Straw Hat pirates.

"Hey! Are you listening? Say something!"

No response comes from their end and your expression shadows one of dread realising why when you notice the golden transponder snail in his left hand.

"Chief?"

"What?!" He snaps around, giving you a disapproving look.

You point a finger at his hand. "That’s not the correct snail."

"Huh?" His brows crinkle in confusion at your words and he looks down at his hand, his expression soon mirroring your own.

Robin, who comes to realise the situation due to Spandam loudly announcing his careless mistake of requesting a buster call, screams at him to cancel it, her expression overtaken with pure fear.

"Cancel it now or it will be a disaster!"

Spandam doesn’t listen to her pleas, not even when she recounts her devastating, first-hand experience of the catastrophic effects that follows a buster call.

Instead he argues that his mistake served a virtue highly valued by the World Government: Justice.

You fight the urge not to scoff and roll your eyes at his alleged reason though you can't hide your grimace at what he says next.

"If we need one hundred deaths in order to save one thousand lives, we’ll kill those hundred without hesitation on the spot. Besides, those incompetent soldiers who couldn’t stop the invading pirates are better off dead!" He cackles in hysterical laughter, but it fizzles out when he realises everything he said was broadcasted to the entire island of Enies Lobby through the regular snail transponder in his other hand.

He tries to play it off, though you know only a fool would believe his lie and right after he finishes his fib, Robin takes the opportunity to warn everyone to evacuate the island.

Aggravated by her insolent action, Spandam slaps her, the brute force of it sending her toppling down a couple flights of stairs.

Below you, her body lies limp and Spandam leaves your side, making his way towards her.

He looms over her, his cold harsh voice ordering her to get up, not caring about the injuries she had just sustained.

Robin winces as she peers weakly up at him. "Cancel the buster call right away. There might still be time." She continues to persist, but Spandam only responds that his pride is worth more than the life of his subordinates.

Still her resolve doesn’t waver, and irked by this, Spandam grabs her by the collar of her leather zip-up dress, pulling her up and after they exchange a few words which involved him mostly bragging about Lucci’s strength, he raises a leg preparing to punish her for her unyielding spirit, but finds himself unable to do so at the hand that seizes his leg.

His eyes trace their way up to the arm of its owner, coming to rest on your face. "What the hell are you doing marine?!" He tries wriggling his leg out of your firm grasp.

"Stopping you from killing her, chief." You let go of his leg and he staggers back falling with a heavy thud onto the stairs. "Don’t you need her alive?" You reason.

"I wasn’t going to kill her, you idiotic woman!"

Your expression remains passive at his insult, though inside you rages a war to keep yourself from bashing in his head for insulting you.

You should have already gotten used to his abrasive words considering you've been working under his command for a few years, but they—he—always tended to test your patience.

"My apologies chief. I misread the situation." You reluctantly outstretch a hand to help him up.

He ponders whether or not to accept your help, still salty that you stopped him from unleashing his anger on Nico Robin.

He eventually takes your hand and while you help him up, Robin uses it as an opportunity to escape down the stairs.

Alerted by this, Spandam pushes you aside when he rises to his feet and starts chasing after her.

You mumble out a curse at his ungratefulness before following behind them, almost crashing into his back when he suddenly comes to a halt.

You watch as he reaches for the sword slung over his shoulder and mutters to it, a command.

He then brandishes it forward and the blade immediately transforms into the head of an elephant with a razor-sharp trunk.

The creature extends out of his sword and surges forward like a serpent at high speed, aiming at Nico Robin and upon contact, it slams her against the wall, which cracks under the strength of its force.

Part II - Part III

#𓇻 kana's op ddrms #zoro x f!reader #robin x reader #one piece #enies lobby #x female reader #op x reader #spandam x reader #canonverse #no romance #spoilers

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yourtamaki · 9 months

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rip my ribcage open (devour what’s truly yours)

zoro x f!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: tummy-pusher zoro, squirting, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, prone bone, chokehold, slight breath play, creampie, violent imagery, religious imagery, bit of aftercare.

zoro thinks you might be trying to say his name.

he’s knelt between your legs, sitting back on his haunches and rocking his hips just enough to fuck you with the fat tip of his cock. there’s a rhythm to the unsteady rise and fall of your chest. short inhale, long exhale, the same way you always sigh his name when he’s reduced you to this.

tears dotting your lashes, drool seeping from the corner of your mouth, hips bucking mindlessly trying to get him to slip in deeper.

fuck, you’re hungry for it.

zoro is not a man of many indulgences. he doesn’t allow himself to be. having too many vices can only lead to a weak mind and an even weaker will. he eats but he does not savour, he sleeps but he does not dream.

but he’d be a shit swordsman if he didn’t understand the balance in all things. denying himself all of life’s comforts would make for a rigid spirit, brittle and easily broken. so he’ll sip on some sake and enjoy its fire in his belly, he’ll nap on sunny’s deck so when he wakes, it’s to the sight of his crew set to the backdrop of the setting sun. and when the sun dips below the horizon, there’s nothing to stop him from finding you in the dark and pulling you into a hungry kiss.

that balance is what makes nights like these all the better. knowing that having you like this, spread open and vulnerable, is good for him. that you’re making him a better man, a stronger man, just by letting him take you apart and make a mess out of you. there’s no need to resist the temptation now of bending low to press his lips to your trembling ones in a slow, ravenous kiss.

you taste like need and the sweetest of sins and he licks at the roof of your mouth, knowing he’s damned himself long ago to crave you for as long as he lives.

"if you want something, you have to ask,” he says, pulling back and idly groping at your tits, pinching your nipple when you don’t answer. you throw your head back at the sudden sensation and a wild heat blooms in his chest at the sight, scorching his ribs. how easily you bare your neck for him. how thoughtlessly.

"please, zoro, please. want you deeper, i wanna feel you here,” you take his hands, sliding them down your body until they come to rest on your lower stomach. irritation, sharp and sudden, cuts through his haze.

“don’t fucking beg,” he says, low and even, “you don’t have to beg. ever.”

it’s so far beneath you to plead, he has to swallow down the growl building in the back of his throat. zoro would topple empires for you, would cut the very moon in half if you asked, and you think you have to beg him for anything?

he doesn’t wait for you to nod before he starts pushing in. it doesn’t matter if you understand yet or not, he’ll fuck it into you until you do.

there’s a moment after he’s bottomed out inside you where neither of you move a muscle. he grits his teeth from the effort of holding on to the frayed rope that is his restraint and letting you get used to the wide stretch of him. ages pass before you reach up, slowly as if to not startle the beast above you, and cup his face in your soft palm. you stroke your thumb across his cheek, just on the edge of his scar. your touch is warm and gentle and cracks something inside him wide open.

the rope slip from his fingers. he lets it.

there’s no warning, no build-up before he’s pressing both palms down on your stomach and fucking into you. you reach up to hold on to any part of him, settling around his neck, a balm on his flushed skin even as your nails dig and bite into him.

“you feel that? hmm?” his smile feels jagged and sharp, more demon than man but you only moan at the sight of it, “you feel me in there?”

it’s a strange sensation, feeling himself carve a space inside you, the push and pull. it’s filthy and more intimate than it has any right to be and he fucking loves it.

“fuck, feel you i feel—” a rough thrust cuts you off and when you catch your breath, you’re still rambling, “—so good, you’re so good.”

zoro’s been called many things in his life but good isn’t one of them. it’s never bothered him before. good men don’t claw their way up in the world and leave a trail of slaughter in their wake. good men don’t scream at the heavens and demand to be heard.

zoro is not a good man. but he can be good. to you. for you.

“breathe, baby,” he says, “don’t forget to breathe.”

he presses down a bit harder and your reaction is instantaneous, legs kicking out, the tears that have been threatening to spill over since he stuffed a pillow under your hips finally sliding down your cheeks. you take him so beautifully and something barbed wraps around his heart and squeezes at the sight, shredding him to bloody pieces.

he knows you’re close before your eyes start to flutter, can feel it building like a storm inside you and chases your pleasure with reckless abandon.

“zoro.”

short inhale, long exhale. his name a sigh on your parted lips as you clench tight around him and cum. he doesn’t stop moving for a second, doesn’t let up the pressure even as he feels you gush all over him, soaking his cock, his thighs, his stomach. his strokes stay sure and steady as he fucks you through your high.

you shudder beneath him before relaxing back into the bed and he slows to a stop to let you catch your breath. it hurts to look at you, all divine and fucked out. it’s a sight too holy for a hellbound man like him to behold but he drinks it in anyway, burns it into his mind.

what’s one more sin to a demon?

zoro slips out of you with a hiss through gritted teeth, taking a moment to admire the creamy ring around his base, your arousal and cum still dripping off him. you’ve marked him as yours and yours alone without even trying and his cock twitches at the thought.

“no why?” you whine as he pulls back further, “give it back.”

“turn over,” even as he speaks, he’s manhandling you until you’re laid out on your stomach, hips propped up with the pillow he takes care to push under you. zoro kisses down your spine before settling between your spread legs and greeting your cunt with a broad stroke of his tongue, “i ever tell you that you taste good like this?”

“like- mmm fuck,” you say, all breathy as he circles around your swollen clit, “like what?”

“stretched out,” he murmurs, “open.”

you’re past the point of words as he grabs two handfuls of your ass, spreads your sticky lips open with his thumbs and buries his tongue inside you. he savours the sweet little gasps you let you like the finest sake, groaning into your pussy as you start to rock your hips and grind your clit against him. he can’t catch a full breath, thinks he might be suffocating, and moans a bit louder.

a swarm of words bubble up hot and fast in his lungs, taking up space where breath once lived. half-formed thoughts try and fail to take shape in his mouth, weighing down the tongue that makes you writhe in the sheets.

he can’t bring himself to speak but if he could, he’d show you. zoro wants to crack his ribs open so you can see the bloody wreckage you’ve caused, let you crawl in and keep you safe next to the heart that’s always, always, been yours. he’d probably burst into flames with so much goodness inside him but that’s alright. at least he’d keep you warm.

the words stay trapped where they are though and all he can do is all he’s ever known how to. he goes to work. zoro is singleminded in his task, fingers digging into the fat of your ass to keep you still while he devours you whole and it doesn’t take long before he’s pushing you off the edge he never let you stray too far away from.

he laps at your folds until you start to squirm away, crawling up the bed and away from him. he lets you put a bit of distance between you, lulls his prey into thinking it’s escaped before he pounces. between one breath and the next, zoro’s on you, draped along your back, licking at the sweat that beads down the nape of your neck. you arch into him, pushing back against the hardness digging into your ass before he rests his weight down on you, forcing you flat on your front.

“where do you want me, baby?” he asks, kissing behind your ear, “tell me where you want me.”

in this moment and in all others, zoro would do anything you told him to. you could make him hump you like an animal until he cums and lick your skin clean or stand across the room and jack off by himself with nothing but the lingering taste of your pussy to help him get off. he’d do it and he’d do it without an ounce of shame.

“want you inside,” you slur, “wanna be full.”

his entire being in the palm of your hands and you choose to be merciful.

“you sure?” he lifts up off you just enough to get a hand around his base and nudge his tip against your clit, “not too sensitive?”

“yeah, pl- i can take it.”

his grin is all teeth when he hears you correct yourself, “that’s my fucking girl. stay still, baby. let me take care of you.”

you’re soft and slick from his spit and two orgasms and when he bottoms out all at once, it’s with a low groan in your ear that echoes behind your breathy moan. sinking back inside you feels like rapture, like something he’s done nothing to deserve but basks in anyway with an endless greed.

he wraps his arms around you, one across your front groping at your chest while the other hooks around to put you in a headlock, keeping you pressed flush to him as he starts to rock into you. zoro is quiet in his worship, purposeful, and you’re nearly as quiet in receiving it, the room filled only by your soaked cunt and ragged breathing. though you don’t say anything, he can hear you loud and clear.

short inhale, long exhale.

a holy call he’s helpless to answer.

zoro fucks you to the rhythm of his name, short, devastating thrusts with his whole weight thrown behind him. he wants to live in this moment, could spend the rest of his days with his cock dragging along your walls slow and sure, relishing the way you tighten like a vice around him every time he flexes and cuts your air off mid-gasp.

but he swore an oath at your altar and zoro has always been a man of his words.

he cums with a sigh of your name, spilling inside you for what feels like ages before he collapses over you boneless and spent, his softening cock keeping you plugged nice and full just like you asked so sweetly for.

“you okay?” he asks, pulling out as gently as he can and helping you roll over when your trembling arms make it clear you can’t do it on your own.

“mhmm,” you pull yourself up until you’re nose to nose with him. zoro holds still as you scatter kisses across his face like stardust. his temple, his scar, the corner of his mouth. there’s no order, no pattern he can discern to the affection you bestow but he accepts it the way all blessings should be received. with silent gratitude.

“nothing hurts?”

“no. but you’re carrying me to the bath.”

“okay.”

you tuck yourself into his side, reaching up to idly roll his earrings between your fingers, “and washing my hair.”

“okay.”

“and i’m gonna wash your hair.”

“okay.”

“say something else.”

he thinks for a moment, thinks of all he could never put to words and lets them stay as thoughts. instead, he meets your eyes and settles on a simple truth, “you’re beautiful.”

a smile, radiant and bright, breaks across your face. what happens, he wonders, when a demon is the cause of something as divine as your smile? it’s a question he doesn’t mind spending his life searching the answer to.

dedicated to: mah wife @katslutski and the loml @saotoru

#zoro smut #one piece smut #zoro x reader #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro smut #roronoa zoro x reader #god this has been in my drafts for so long

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bitchimasnake-sss · 6 months

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"i feel kinda ugly" ft. the monster trio!

in which the biggest dumbasses in the whole of sea comfort you when you fall prey to your shitty thoughts

ft. luffy, zoro, sanji x fem!reader

set-up: you happened to utter out what you thought of yourself and these men are here to prove you wrong. (kind of a serious set of headcanons, but ill try being funny when i can)

warnings: nsfw; somnophilia if you squint, oral f!receiving and m!recieving, boobjob, creampie; MDNI (thankyou very much)

luffy:

my fav little gremlin's in town ^^

- "i feel kinda ugly" you had muttered it under your breath, words dissolving into the chilly night air. you were laying on your shared bed, staring up at the uneventful ceiling as he snored lightly next to you. - he was supposed to be asleep, atleast that's what you had thought (how can you expect him to stay up after eating like 500kg of meat??) - but he stirs awake almost instantly, turning his head to look at your face. he stifles a yawn, mumbling through a half-lidded gaze, "why would you say that?" - "why would i say what?" you smile, waving it off as if it had just been a wayward thought - but lord knows the amount of nights you've tossed and turned, thinking about all the ways you were incompetent for this man who lay in front of you. you weren't pretty like nami or robin, you weren't quick-witted like them, god, what did he see in you? - "who said you were ugly?" his face is scrunched up, the crease b/w his eyebrows deepening "luffy let it g-" "no. who said it?" his violent undertone doesn't go unnoticed, as if he's threatening to take care of whoever made you miserable - you don't have the heart to tell him it's yourself. you convinced yourself you weren't pretty enough. - and so, you stay silent - but his arms are pulling you impossibly close. closer and closer till your chest is pressed flushed against his and you're staring at him confused - "luf-" "that's bullshit." there's conviction in his words that make a dull warmth cascade over your face and neck. - he is pressing his forehead against yours, hands gripping onto you tightly as if letting his grip loosen means he loses this argument. "you're beautiful. you're smart and kind and beautiful." - at this point, youre about to cry - but he inhales deeply, then says "not to mention you smell like a fruit. thats tasty." - yeah the tears dried up. they fucked off and went to sahara desert. - youre currently fighting off a smile because what the actual fuck prompted this man to say that??? and more importantly what fruit do you smell like? "what fruit do i smell like?" "mhm" he's deep in thought, "tangerines" "luffy everyone smells like tangerine. it's because of nami's tangerine trees." he shrugged, "still pretty tasty" - and now youre kissing his adorably stupid face. your fingers tug on the hair on his nape lightly and he whines into the kiss, sucking on your bottom lip as he does so - "you're so pretty" and so he's kissing your neck, nibbling and grazing lazily - two seconds later, he fell asleep. - like actually fell asleep. his mouth is on your neck, open mouthed and half-nibbling and he's snoring through it all. (i mean, what did you expect from someone who had eaten 500kg of meat??) - issokay though cause the second he wakes up, his fingers are hiking one of your legs over his hip. the same fingers then slip inside the loose folds of your shorts, playing with your pretty pussy till you stir awake, moaning his name - you're the one being toyed with and he's the one whispering and whining like he's gonna explode "does that feel good, ngh-" a grin, "god... fuck, cum for me, pretty" - he continues till your velvety walls are spasming against his fast-paced fingers and your teeth are sinking into his shoulder, muffling shrieks this early in the morning - "you're gorgeous" he whispers through a grin - you choose to believe him

zoro:

myhusband ^^

- this was the last thing you wanted. truly. - zoro had just stepped out of the shower with nothing but a towel losely tied around his waist (this was after he had succesfully ignored you and trained for like an eternity) - water droplets clung onto his broad figure, slowly trailing downwards as they glided over every ridge and scar - you probably should have pulled him onto the bed with you, straddled his hips and asked him to stop ignoring you to go spend time with his swords - you probably should have. - instead, you lay stomach-down on your bed, your head softly cradled beneath your arms and against the pillow - "what's up with you?" he asks, unfazed to your tactics "nothing" you mumble half-heartedly he gave you a double over, "you sure? you're sulking more than usual" "i-" you sigh, "i just idk... i just feel kinda ugly?" - this motherfucker laughs, "yeah i mean you kinda are" - he didn't know you were serious. he didn't know till you were softly crying against the linen sheets, your body shivering against your own cries and staggered breaths - "yn?" there's panic in his voice, "yn, baby, are you crying?! fUCK IM SORRY!" - he didn't know you were serious. i mean how wAS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW?! HE THOUGHT YOU WERE BEING DRAMATIC FOR NO REASON LIKE ALWAYS - "hey" you've never heard the swordsman speak so softly as he does now. he's pulling you up softly, placing you in his lap almost mechanically, "yn, baby-" - he lets you sob into his chest for as long as you need to, his fingers are rubbing gentle patterns into your back, arms and waist. - once you've calm down, his hand tips your face lightly towards him. he silently wipes the tears away. - he doesn't say anything and somehow his silence brings more comfort than his words could. - "don't think stupid shit" his palm is resting on your face, pouring warmth across the stretch of your cheek, "you're gorgeous." "but you said im ugly" you lean into his touch "i also said i will return back nami's loans with full interest" a small smile tugs on his lips, "sometimes even i say stupid shit" "so, you don't think i'm ugly?" - his response comes in the way of leaning in and kissing you, one hand on your cheek as the other kneads your waist. - he's laying you down, hovering over you easily and pressing hot kisses to your neck and jawline. sucking, biting till you can feel bruises blossoming across your skin. his knee presses against your core, blinding you with delicious jolts " his agile fingers are hiking up your skirt, letting it pool around your waist, "let me show you how pretty you are, baby" - so, he's pulling your panties with his teeth, he's licking a clean stripe on your inner thigh, kissing and bruising the sensitive skin "and you're dripping wet already? want me to fuck you that bad, eh?" - he's running his tongue over your clit, tracing figures as he alternates between your drooling hole and the bundle of nerves - and so obviously you're now cumming on his face, letting your juices coat his lips, thighs shaking as he gives you kitten licks to help you ride your orgasm - he looks up at you; your hairline damp with sweat, eyes closed in bliss, a warm hue of red sprinkled across your face, your chest rising and falling with each labored breath "i've never seen someone prettier" he declares from between the plush of your thighs, smiling up at you like it was the first time he had truly seen you - you choose to believe him

sanji:

mhm, a fine specimen ^^

- you don't keep secrets from sanji. - or more like you physically cannot. - this man is your greatest cheerleader, there's no way you can hide something from him no matter how squeamish it makes you to say out loud - so after noticing your off behaviour the entire evening and pestering you for twenty minutes after dinner, he had successfully got you to say what you were thinking out loud "sweetheart, darling, the apple of my eye. what is wrong?" you shake your head again, "nothing." "yn, my love, 'fess up" - he said it so sweetly you had to fess up. there was no choice. - "i just feel a bit bad about myself today" "bad? how so?" "i just... just feel kinda ugly" - he looks like he's going into cardiac arrest (he probably is) cause there's no way you, his girlfriend, literally the prettiest girl in all four seas just said that out loud - honestly, i can just see this man tearing up and blaming himself "is it me, mon chéri? did i do something wrong?" tears are clinging on dangerously onto his lasheline "what?! no!" "i am sorry. i love you so much. i must have said something wrong because you're so gorgeous, so earth-shatteringly beautiful-" - honestly you had to calm this bitch down first, explaining to him that he was perfect in every way he can be, it's probably just your own fault - but he refuses to accept it as your fault. - this man, this beautiful, amazing man has to now cling onto you and pepper kisses onto you face like there's no tomorrow. like everytime you try to speak, he wont let you cause he needs to ramble about how absolutely gorgeous you are - he spoke for so long that you are now convinced that to the world you may not be the prettiest woman alive but to this blonde man (with a great ass), you mean everything - his kisses blended into soft whispers and whimpers as you forced him to rest against the headboard and straddled his hips - you can feel his poking erection through his dress slacks as you kiss him senseless with only one goal in mind, to let him know he did nothing wrong - you nudge his slacks downwards till his cock hits you lightly in your face - your lips encircle his tip, sucking on it lightly as your hand moves up and down his length, languid and slow "yn~" his voice is a choked whisper, "you- are killing me. faster, please darling." - now you're catching his dick between your tits, massaging his length with the softness of your breasts as your tongue laps up at his tip, licking any pre-cum that escapes him "fuck fuck fuck fu-" his moans are an incoherent ramble, "i'm gon' cum, fuck you feel- so ngh- good" - he comes on your tits and face and almost releases again when he sees you scoop up the sticky fluid from the corner of your lips and lick it away - so with cum-painted tits and face, he whispers, "yn, you are the most gorgeous woman i have seen." - you choose to believe him

a/n: honestly cannot thank you guys for how much you'be blown up these posts in the past few days, so here, have a little treat

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httpsclarye · 7 months

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#GOOD LOKING+!

Your plan was quick and simple. You would go to the kitchen, make some tea to ease your headache, and then return to your comfy bed. You weren't expecting to come across your crew's blonde cook barechested cutting carrots.

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, swearing, pet names, big dick sanji, kitchen sex, blow job, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, sanji moaning, p in v type of sex.

Ao3: Good Looking

English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes :) Enjoy!

You are used to this. The utterly exhausted sensation after several hand-to-hand combats, so when the headache started when you finally lay down in bed, you just decided to ignore it; the sleep would catch up before it got.

Until the needed sleep never got you. So, after an hour or two of rubbing your temples and staring at the ceiling while feeling envy-induced annoyance for Nami’s peaceful breathing, you pushed yourself to stand up.

Even if the cool night air almost makes you wish you hadn't left your warm bed, you needed that green tea to stop the pounding headache in the back of your head. The kitchen lights shining through the window went undetected as your mind was busy figuring out how you could prepare the drink quickly so that the pain could cease as soon as possible.

“Oh, it’s you, darling. Is everything alright?” As you walked into the door and recognized Sanji's words, you snapped out of your thoughts and began to look over your surroundings. He was not wearing any type of shirt while he sliced carrots from behind the counter.

Barechested. Topless. Half naked.

“Y-yes, I mean, no. Just a headache.” You gaze the blonde in the eyes as you stumble through your sentences, you are merely vaguely aware that your face is beginning to turn red. “I just want that green tea; I know it's somewhere around here. I saw Nami storing it in the cabinets earlier.”

You felt foolish. You became used to seeing shirtless men given that you lived in the middle of the ocean and therefore often came across Luffy, Usopp, and even Zoro barechested. They would often walk around the deck that way on hot days. Sanji, however, always showed up in a suit or, at the very least, had a formal shirt rolled up to his elbows. Even so, there was no chance of seeing him dressed otherwise since he went to sleep after you and woke up before everyone.

“I can do it for you; it’s my job after all, taking care of my sweet girl.” He placed the knife down, threw the chopped carrots in a nearby pot, and proceeded to go through the cupboards. “Love, do you remember where she stored it? There are plenty of cabinets in this place.”

"What are you doing here?" You instantly regret your tone as you noted Sanji just froze in his search.

“I mean, sorry, the kitchen is your place, I know. I just never saw you here this hour, and me and Luffy go here to do midnight snacks sometimes”

“I could not sleep”

“Me too” Once again, an irrational remark. He was informed that you were having trouble falling asleep; that's why you were there. “Why the carrots?”

“The attack that happened today. I had hoped for more food, but I believe you are aware of how fucked our situation is.” He continued looking for the tea while chuckling flatly. “We don't know when we will receive more supplies; we right now have barely anything stocked. Even the carrot peels have been put to use in an effort to reduce waste, you know.”

You weren't sure how to respond. It was clear that everyone's mood was negatively affected by today's incident. The worry of what would happen in the next few days or weeks was filling your head since Usopp managed to escape the ship. His back was to you, so you were unable to see his facial expressions, but you couldn't help but notice his muscles.

You felt a little guilty since you couldn't take your focus away from it, despite him having just voiced some serious concern. Has he lately started working out, or has he always had muscles like that?

“Are you and Luffy close then?”

The sudden break in silence confused you as he turned toward you with the pot of tea in his hands and a pleased smile.

“I suppose so. After all, he was the one who invited me to join the crew, right?” You smirked at the thought. It wasn't much time—perhaps a few months—and you were losing track of time at sea. “I fearlessly agreed to become a pirate, although I had never spent more than two weeks on a boat.”

“I remember that. You were so naive”

Of course he remembers. When you joined the crew, it was very easy to have a conversation with Sanji; he was constantly complimenting you or flirting in a straightforward manner. You never took him seriously, hearing about the blonde's techniques from Nami from the first day, but it was often hard not to chuckle or blush when he was so…

“Not anymore.”

He grinned at you before returning his attention to the tea. It was impossible to look away from his bare chest. You were unable to rest your mind from imagining how his skin would feel on your hand now that he was in your line of sight. You are already aware that he's a good-looking man, but now seeing more of his body did things to you.

“All right, madam. Here is your tea.” He circles the counters until he's right next to you. Really close. His eyes twinkle with recklessness, and you know he caught you staring at his figure.

You ignore the tickle in your lower belly as you stand there, grab the mug in your hands, and sip while gazing at his face. He still has that typical smirk, and when you finally finish drinking your tea, he glances at your lips before returning to your eyes. Everything becomes fuzzy and hot then.

He's very close. His hand has been lying on the counter, his chest is nearly brushing your own, and you can't help but notice his modest, almost transparent blonde hair in there. Perhaps it's a sign for you to walk away, that this is going in a dangerous direction, but you can't.

“What dear? See something you lik-”

You interrupt him with a kiss; it's all very messy and quick, and he is unable to have time to handle everything. You come to an abrupt halt and stare at him with wide eyes, realizing what you have done.

“Sanji, fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t meant t-”

He didn't let you finish the apologies. His hand pulls your head back, bringing your lips together. The kiss looks right now. It begins carefully, with both sides cautious, but it quickly gets heated as he doesn't hesitate to push his tongue into your mouth.

You’re breathless when he finally pulls away, and his eyes are hungry. He didn't think twice before pressing his open mouth and tongue on your neck. A moan escapes from your lips.

His left hand shifts down to grab your hip, and you catch your breath. Your hands graze his nipples as you reach for his pecs, and he hisses at the fresh sensation in your throat.

“Gods Y/N, you’re going to kill me this way”

You chuckled, and he kissed you again, although this time you took charge, moving one of your hands to his blonde hair before tilting his head to grant you more access. You stop the action just to take a moment to recover and gaze into his dilated pupils. He looks so attractive like that that you can’t help but want to go down on him.

”Sanji,” You whisper breathlessly, enjoying the sensation of his name in your mouth, “let me taste you.”

He groans in response, which you take as encouragement as you lean down and proceed. You lick and kiss the trail that leads to his crotch, and he hisses softly, his abdomen tense beneath your hands and mouth. As you get down on your knees and look at his pants, you can see his erection, which seems big and marked.

You don't hesitate to pull down the waistband of his pants and boxers together, exposing his hard, leaking cock to your eyes. It's big. It's more than you expected. There's a buildup of cum at the head, and you reach forward and wrap your lips around it, licking gently just to tease.

You look up as you swirl your tongue over the tip and dip your tongue into the slit to see him biting his lower lips, his head thrown back. You wanted to see his face while sucking him. So you take him out of your mouth and cautiously wrap a hand around him, teasing him a little with your hand. Your movements are agonizingly slow as you lightly suck and lick the sensitive head until finally he looks down.

“Oh, darling, you’re so pretty like that.” Sanji whined above you, and then your mouth opened around the head of his cock, and he slid it into your mouth. “Fuck, fuck. So… so perfect.”

You can clearly see the blonde struggling to keep his composure, like how his knuckles are white while gripping the counter behind him. You relax your throat, take a long breath through your nose, and exhale slowly before swallowing him whole while gripping his inner thighs.

His penis is large, so the initial sensation isn't the most pleasant, but as he lets out a loud groan, you forget about everything. Something about hearing Sanji whine in the kitchen while you gagged on his cock made the aching between your legs unbearable.

"Oh yeah, Y/N. You are so good to me. Your mouth feels so good in me.”

You moaned softly at his words of praise, making vibrations around his penis, causing another moan from him. His left hand reached from the counter to your hair, and you didn't reject the help while bobbing your head up and down.

“My love, you are so perfec-“

A few tears occasionally escaped as you sucked him and he fucked your throat, sometimes only taking him out to run your tongue along his length. You started to see signs that he was close to cum. One of your hands left the thighs to rub his balls.

“I… I'm going to cum, Y/N, dear... I" He gives you a chance to pull away from him, but you choose to continue and accept it all. You remove the entire length of his throat and leave just the head in your mouth.

He comes soon after, with a muffled groan, while you attempt to swallow as much as you can before it gets difficult, followed by a satisfied moan coming from you.

You felt his hand leave your hair, and for two or three minutes, you just remained there. He has his head back and is trying to catch his breath while you are on your knees, glancing at his chest and the beads of sweat gathering on his neck. It’s a perfect vision, honestly. You ponder whether he would notice if you began to masturbate right then.

“Come on, madam, let me help you up.” Sanji extends his hand to support you in getting up, and once you are upright, he grabs hold of your waist to keep you close to him.

He kisses you, tasting himself in your mouth. It's slow, and you realize he's still trying to emerge from his afterglow. When he breaks the kiss, that smile returns to his face, and you peck him once more just to get rid of it.

Sanji deepened the kiss again. And fuck, what else could you do but reply in the same aggressive way?

You're hoisted up by the hands on your hips and thrown onto the counter. The blonde is now between your legs, breaking the kiss, only to go straight to that specific spot on your neck that you're almost certain will leave a mark in the morning.

“Oh- Sanji,” You try to speak breathlessly as he licks your collarbone and his fingers brush the hem of your t-shirt, “You don’t h-have to do that.”

It wasn't that you didn't want Sanji. Since you entered that kitchen and spotted him without a shirt, you wanted this. Yet, you took the decision to give him an opportunity to back out, be thankful for the blowjob, and never bring up the matter again. Him taking you would be very personal.

“Please, my love,” You can hear the yearning in his voice as he whispers in your ear. “I just want to make you feel good too.”

You nod, and he attacks your mouth once again while his hands pull the hem of your t-shirt, exposing your chest, and you can't stop yourself from moaning at being so bare to him.

He doesn't think twice about placing his mouth on your breasts as he rolls the hard bud between his teeth and tongue and gives the other one a gentle stroke with his other hand. He bites your nipple as your head is flung back, and all you can do is pray that no one hears your loud scream.

He takes his mouth from your breasts and begins a trail down your stomach, and you can't stop whining due to the lack of warm sensation from his tongue in your niples, but you quickly figure out where he's headed as he lowers himself between your thighs.

He doesn't ask for permission as he aggressively rips off your shorts and, along with them, your underwear, revealing your pussy to him. He pulled your hips closer and dragged a finger down your folds, then placed it inside his mouth.

"Oh, you're so soaking wet, just for me, hm?" You are so stunned by the sight that you hardly pay attention to what the blonde is saying. “You taste so good, my darling.”

You stand on your elbows and glance at the man who is standing in between your legs. You can't help but gasp at the taunting as he starts giving you small small bites and kisses along your inner thighs. But you want him now.

“Oh Sanji, stop teasing for fuc-“

He didn't wait for you to finish the curse word before burying his face, pushing his tongue against your wet pussy, and licking a long, temptingly slow strip through your folds until he reached your sensitive bud.

In an attempt to create more friction, you thrust your hips into his mouth, and your left hand immediately settled on his blonde hair. Sanji found the ideal pattern to swirl his tongue over your clitoral region, leaving you panting for air.

He pushed two fingers deep within you, and you felt your walls clenching around them, sucking him in. His pace was fast, and he was still paying careful attention to your clit, leaving you close to the edge. You were a mess, and it wouldn't take long for you to cum. Yet you still needed him; you wanted more.

You sucked in a sharp breath and tried to block out the inappropriate sounds echoing through the kitchen.

“Sanji, p-please more”

"Use your words, my angel." You could see the glistening fluids from your pussy plastered on his chin when he pushed his head off of your thighs. “What do you want?”

“Fuck me, oh g-gods. I need you inside me." At your words, he groaned and took both of his fingers out to direct his cock at your entrance.

It wasn't difficult for him to enter since you were so soaked. At the feeling of it, you both simultaneously moaned. You felt completely filled; he just stood there for a while, waiting for you to get used to the size, until you signaled for him to start moving. It began off slow, but soon he started out moving his hips at a faster pace to satisfy both of you.

"You're perfect,” he moaned in two thrusts, and you had to put your hand over your mouth. “Look at you, taking my cock so well, oh darling.”

The hands on your hips let go and grabbed you under your right thigh, opening your legs and hitting you more deeply and faster. You thought you were seeing stars when he hit an exact spot inside your pussy that made you shout.

“Cum for me, my love. I know you want”

It didn't take long for your orgasm to hit you after that, your eyes rolled back and you let out a whine sound as you felt your walls squeeze his dick. He moaned along with you at the feeling and a few more thrusts and he came inside you.

Sanji's head fell directly to your shoulder, and you instinctively placed your palm in his blond locks. While the fluid was slowly dripping out of you, he continued to remain deep inside and breathe loudly.

He raised his head only to smile recklessly while glancing into your mouth. “So, do you still have a headache?”

Your hand reached out to push him, but you were helpless to suppress the giggles that came. He drew away from inside you but was still between your knees as he chuckled proudly.

“Do you think anyone heard?”

“I'm not sure, maybe when you let out that screa-" You slapped him on the shoulder to cut him off while embarrassed because of the probability. “Ok, ok my darling, next time we’ll find a more private place.”

“Next time, huh?

Sanji stood still with an anxious smile on his face; it was almost hilarious how someone so confident in themselves would respond in that manner. You wrapped his neck with both of your arms and gave him a quick kiss to reassure him that everything was fine.

"You should come to the kitchen more often, preferably alone.”

"And you should go shirtless more often too.”

"Only for you, my love.”

You gave him another kiss before leaving the counter, getting ready to go, and returning to the bedroom. Even though the night seemed to be becoming lighter, you were aware that there were still a few hours until sunrise. It was evident that there would be plenty of issues to address when you awoke, but for the time being, you were content, even though you were a little exhausted from the activities. As sleep came, all you could think of was Sanji and his smile.

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