#and then zoro kisses him more and more and more

[bby-deerling]

what aboouuut fav positions w ur favs like law, zoro, luff sanji, etc.

oooh dani this is a fun one<3

these are kind of short lil' blurbs because i am very eepy after work, but i hope you enjoy!

their favorite positions (nsfw)

ft. luffy, zoro, sanji, law

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tagging: @willowbelle @eelnoise @queenmimi2817 @fanaticsnail @indydonuts

luffy loves to hit it silly style from behind. he doesn't care whether you're bent over a piece of furniture or flat on your stomach, he'll grab you hips and go to town. he can get so much deeper, and stretches both himself and you to your limits as he pounds into you. luffy likes it sloppy, feral, and fast, and seeing you drool into your pillow as he fucks you leaves him feeling so satisfied.

zoro likes being on top of you, but he likes it when you ride him even more; something about the scrunched up on your face as you grind yourself against him, determined to get yourself off, flicks a switch deep in the primal crevices of his soul. he also likes the easy access—to your chest, your hips, your mouth—it's so easy for him to do whatever he wants to you when you're sitting so pretty in his lap.

asking sanji to pick a favorite position is a nearly impossible task—as far as he's concerned, he's beyond lucky just to be there—but he can't deny that putting you in a mating press holds a special place both in his heart and at the base of his spine. giving you sloppy kisses while he drills into you, nearly spilling himself into you with each moan that reverberates against his mouth... the sheer closeness of it all makes him nearly cum just thinking about it.

law loves to overwhelm you. any position where your skin is flush against his, mind consumed by the heat of his body against yours makes him fall apart, but he especially likes pulling your chest against his, digging his heels into the mattress, and fucking up into you until you see stars. the access he has to your neck and mouth, the way you twitch around his cock, the little mewls you let out when each of his thrusts both grazes your sweet spot and causes your clit to subtly rub against his torso just right—it's almost too much for either of you to handle.

[virgolixx]

Head cannon:

:what these one piece men do/react to you being mad at them:

Sanji, Zoro, luffy, Ace,

Theme: Fluff💕

⚠️Warnings: clingy sad boys, overall happy ending

(Authors note: Hello to those who have left requests I apologize that I am taking so long to get them out, I lowkey abandoned this account for some time, hopefully I can get those request out soon as I can, for now enjoy this head canon.)

(Also sorry if there are grammar/spelling mistakes)

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Sanji

Reason to why you’re mad:Sanji was giving women heart-eyes that were only now looking at him due to the straw hats saving the islanders danger.

You’ve been ignoring Sanji the entire day this man is literally devastated/crying and sweating.

Once knowing why you are mad this man is begging on his knees for you to forgive him

Sanji would cook you your favorite meals and snacks in hopes it would be a nudge to get you to speak with him again and let him give you all his love, but being salty and still mad you would scream for luffy and give him the meal Sanji made. Sanji would be on his knees in tears and then trying to fight luffy.

Once night hit, Sanji gave an entire speech to you as to how sorry he was while you were getting ready for bed, until you told him “don’t wait for me I’m sleeping at Robins and Nami’s room tonight”. You were enjoying a girls night sleep over, while Sanji was tossing and turning in bed hugging your scented pillow, until he just couldn’t bare it anymore and stormed over to the girls room.

Barging into the room Sanji throws him self to the floor crying as how he misses you with him, and that he only wants you and those other women where nobody’s to him. The room was silent for a minute until Sanji heard footsteps coming closer and feeling someone pulling him up.

You wave good night to the girls and lead Sanji to your shared room, quiet. Once in the room you hug Sanji and finally let him know your emotions, “Please Sanji only me…no flirting with other women”. 

Sanji lefts your chin and gives you a sweet loving kiss and tells you, “I promise my love, you are in my future I want”.

Picking you up bride style he walks you both over to the bed and lays you down in a position where you are slightly on top of him and cuddled you till falling asleep.

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Zoro

Reason to why you’re mad: You and Zoro had an argument about how clingy you were at times, he was always with you why couldn’t he just have workout time as his alone time. While you just wanted to support him in his hard work to reaching his goal, to bring him snacks and water to stay hydrated.

It’s be 3 days since the fight, and you’ve distanced yourself from Zoro, no more morning or good night kisses, you haven’t snuggled up against him let alone joined him with afternoon naps, and of course you haven’t joined zoro as his personal cheerleader during his workout sessions.

Zoro is feeling grumpy and misses you desperately but with his tough macho ego he did not budge till the third day when he awoke from his daily nap under the tangerine tree, he didn’t feel the the warm weight of you on his lap where you usually are. Instead he hears your voice coming from the kitchen chatting away with Sanji.

Standing up Zoro goes over to you in the kitchen and looks at you from the door gram with his arms crossed, feeling his heart twist with how pretty your smile looked he walked over to you and picked you up and placed you over his shoulder.

Walking away Zoro heard Sanji yell, “Hey Moss head We were talking, and you don’t pick up a lady like that”! “Yeah, yeah what ever shitty cook”, zoro spoke.

Back under the tree Zoro sits down as he places you on his lap you facing him, one hand on your hip while the other grabs hold of you hand playing with your fingers. Absently looking to the side.

“Zoro”, you speak out as you place a hand on his cheek to get him to look at you, “you okay”?

“3 days”, he spoke. “What”, you ask confused? “You haven’t been joining me these past 3 days…..and”, sighing deeply. “I don’t like it at all”.

“I was just trying to give you your space zoro”, you spoke softly with slight hurt as you were still sad from the argument. Pulling you in zoro hugged you semi tightly with his face in the crook of your neck taking in your scent. “Don’t, not to this extent anymore, I miss you…..miss the kisses, our naps, and my personal cheerleader”.

Pushing zoro’s shoulder slighty back, you kiss his cheeks and then on the lips, “what do you say should we take a nap”, you say. Smiling softly Zoro approves and positions you into a more comfy position. “Yeah, I’ll finally have a good nap with you here”, zoro spoke as he dozed off.

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Luffy

Reason to why you’re mad: You argued at how reckless he is, and always getting seriously injured, and he’s always just brushes it off with a laugh.

Luffy got badly injured during his last fight and was out cold for 2 days, of course you were by his side, and of course luffy laughs off the situation.

I know for a fact this boy would never know why exactly your mad of, until either Sanji or robin tell him.

He gets serious and understands the situation, he gets it you’re just afraid one day you could lose him to an extremely powerful foe.

Luffy is following you around the thousand sunny trying to get you to talk to him he’s even offering you a plate of meat his favorite food, but nothing you continue to do your duties on the ship.

Sulking and pouting he sits on the deck cross-legged, till he sees you walk out and finally enjoy your break, Luffy yells your name and uses his gum-gum powers to pull you to him and settle you on his lap.

His arms completely wrapped around your torso you have no chance of escape, as he finally told you, “you know you’ll never lose me right, I’ll continue to get stronger to keep you save”.

Finally relaxing in his hold you look at him with tears in your eyes and a smile, “Just don’t scare me like that anymore, I can’t stand seeing you hurt”.

Laughing brightly as you kiss luffy all over his face he hugs you tightly and softly says, “I won’t ever my queen, I promise”. Luffy then kisses your temple and finally on your lips.

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Ace

Reason to why you’re mad: Ace was gone for a month longer than expected on a separate mission White beard sent him on, that’s 2 whole months and when he came back boy was still so busy with errands around the ship. Feeling a bit sad/salty you leave the grand dinner party for ace’s return early.

Once returning to the Moby dick ace spread his arms open wide for you as you ran to him for a big embrace. Once engulfing you in a hug ace spins around laughing as you giggle and cover his face with kisses. Once putting you down you tell ace, “you’re finally back I’ve missed you so much”. “Ive missed you so much as well my love”, ace told you as he cupped your face leaning down for a kiss.

Sighing you tell ace to not leave your side anymore and wanting to spend the afternoon cuddling and later get some food, sighing deeply ace tells you, “I wish I could love but I still have to talk with pops and complete some errands on the ship”. “No can’t you do them tomorrow please ace”, you told him softly.

Once again ace tells you, “Sorry love I can’t but in a few hours I’ll be yours alright”. Ace then kisses you and walks away to talk with pops.

Throughout the entire afternoon you watched with longing as ace was talking with other crew members and completing his work until it was finally dinner time. You sat beside ace with your plate of food trying to talk with him but kept getting interrupted with the others talking with ace.

After a while you grew tired and a tad bit petty how ace still didn’t chat with you and only with the other members, you decided to leave and go to your and ace’s room. Not even 10 minutes later ace tried to place his hand on where your thigh should be but just felt the hard bench. Looking over he fully noticed you were gone but your plate still practically full.

“Excuse me” Ace spoke as he stood up with his and your plate, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow”. Reaching your shared room ace switched on the lights of the room and places the plates of food on the desk, walking over to you ace plops him self over you self grumbling a sorry and that he was now finally yours for the rest of the night n has brought your plate.

As you looked over at ace still a bit mad you quickly get soft as ace is giving you puppy dog eyes and pursing his lips for kisses, with a sigh you cup ace’s face and kiss him.

After the kisses ace gets up and walks over to the plates of food, he hands you your plate and sits beside you. You both continue eating and chatting away to soon cuddling the night away.

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distraction (top male reader, nsfw)

tags: mihawk being angsty and coming to husband!reader for a "distraction", spoiler alert: they fuck, needy!mihawk, food play (licking/shotgunning wine), fingering, anal sex, cumming untouched, slight praise kink, zoro and perona are quite literally their children, mihawk thinks otherwise, reader's in his late thirties

“I am not your father, nor will I ever be.” 

What had started as a simple joke had escalated into a topic of matter with a depth that none of them—Zoro or Perona—could fathom. After Mihawk spit out those damaging words and strode off to his private quarters, the two had sat in silence for the remainder of their dinnertime, before Zoro had gotten up and said he wanted to train some more, and Perona said she needed her beauty sleep. 

They were excuses. Distractions. Because it had hurt, and none of them could figure out why—the belated realisation that perhaps Mihawk did not associate them with familiarity, did not acknowledge their presence as a part of his life. They were strangers, still. Strangers who had spent every day for two years together in an abandoned castle. 

The sharp knocking on your door of your study had caught your attention, and you frowned. Your husband wasn’t one for such an impatient feat, and rarely would Perona or Zoro come to you for something. 

You unlocked the door. 

“Who is—oh.” A pleasant surprise, and you allowed yourself to relish in the slightly dishevelled appearance of Mihawk without his plumed hat, his piercing golden eyes a little more tired than usual. You grinned. “Hey.” 

“Y/n,” he said, rather stiffly. “I would… like a diversion tonight.” 

You stilled.

A diversion. Were you misinterpreting his words? Was this his way of propositioning you? Him, really? Dracule Mihawk? 

“Did you train too hard with Zoro today, love?” You laughed, but you didn’t miss the way his expression hardened at the mention of the other swordsman. 

“No. If that is too much to ask for, then I will take my leave.” 

“Wait.” You gently wrapped a hand around his wrist, tugging him back to you. “I’m sorry for laughing. And if… a diversion is what you want, then I suppose I can’t afford to disappoint my husband, mm?” 

Your hands slid to his waist, pulling him into the room before closing and locking the door behind you. You knew something was on his mind—the way he would suddenly seem distant, eyebrows furrowing, his grip on your shoulders turning rigid as you kissed him languidly, trying your best to distract him from whatever. 

Mihawk pulled back, somewhat breathless, and gave a single tug on your shirt. You bit back a smile at his casual display of need, taking the hint to undress yourself, but afterwards immediately surging back to continue the kiss, helping him remove his coat. He was way more touchy than usual today, one hand cupping the back of your neck to deepen the kiss while the other rested tenderly on your bicep, securing your hold on him. 

Before long, the two of you had ended up on the made bed with him sprawled beneath you, naked and pretty despite having solid strength embedded into his very being. As your hands slowly kneaded his thighs to get him to relax, his golden eyes scrutinised your every move, still unused to showing vulnerability after all those years. 

“I suppose you don’t want to talk about it.” 

“No. I do not.” 

“Does it concern the children?” 

“Do not speak of them as if they were your own.” 

Ah. So that was what it was about. 

You pressed a lubed finger to his entrance, easing one in. You decided you wanted to rile him up. “They’re not my children, naturally. But they might as well be yours.” 

Mihawk’s eyes had widened a fraction, almost in anger, but then you had pressed your finger directly into his prostate, and he had shuddered with a sharp hiss of your name, all words lost. You continued to lazily rub the spot you knew too well after years of practice, watching as he bit his lip to stop the small breathy moans from spilling out. 

“Y’know what, love? I have the perfect thing for this occasion.” You pulled out your finger, and his gaze had immediately snapped to yours with a deep frown, silently questioning why. 

“I do not wish to indulge in any of your shenanigans—” 

You reached into the cupboard to pull out a bottle of fine wine, one you had made yourself since your stay at Kuraigana Island. “You were saying?” 

Mihawk cleared his throat, looking away. “I will indulge you this once.” 

You grinned triumphantly, settling back between his spread thighs and shamelessly staring at his hard-on, which rested on his stomach with a pretty flush. You pressed one finger back into him carefully, adding one more for the stretch before popping open the cork, taking a swig of the wine as the smallest sip drenched your mouth with a taste so bitter and divine. 

Distracted, you hadn’t realised when Mihawk had begun rolling his hips back against your fingers, wanting to take it deeper, but his ego forbade him from asking. 

“Patience, darling,” you muttered, curling your fingers and enjoying the way his breath stuttered. 

“I’m ready. Put it in.” 

You chuckled at his stubbornness, knowing he was nowhere near ready before taking another drink and leaning down to capture his lips. Mihawk parted them without much thought—a result of conditioning over the years, maybe, and the wine trickled from your tongue into his mouth. 

He made a little noise of surprise before swallowing harshly, tongue lightly pressing against yours, subtly asking for more. You allowed it, letting him explore you as he wished, but keeping the pace slow and languorous as your fingers continued to scissor and stretch him open. 

Mihawk looked dazed when you finally parted, a light blush riding high on his cheekbones, his lips red and kiss-bitten. 

“How is it?” 

“Horrible,” he muttered, and his tongue briefly darted out to lick the corner of his mouth, as though he wanted to chase the aftertaste. 

“You seem to like it enough.” 

His bottom lip pressed up, and if you didn’t know your husband any better you would have thought he was sulking. You shared another wine-drenched kiss, adding a third finger before he started to get impatient, wrenching his mouth away from yours. 

He grabbed your wrist. “Put it in,” he demanded breathily.

“Aye, sir,” you teased, slathering your length with lube before lining up and pushing inside. 

Mihawk had made a noise between a gasp and a mewl, fingers fisting into the bed sheets as he looked up at you with half-lidded eyes. His hole stretched deliciously tight around your cock, warm and wet with the squelch of lube, and you stifled a groan, stopping to let him get adjusted to the size. 

What you didn’t expect was how strong legs suddenly locked around your waist, forcing you all the way in in one go. “Mihawk—!” White hot pleasure surged up your spine as your knees trembled from how hard you were trying not to hold back and not blindly thrust into him. 

“Be quiet,” he rasped, and you looked down to see him with his head thrown back to bare his pretty neck, body trembling in an arch, face flushed and heaving with breath. No matter how many times you had done this before, it was always a sight to see the Greatest Swordsman in the World being reduced to a debauched mess at your touch. 

You felt a smug grin creep onto your face. “Too much?” 

“No. Move.” 

“Fine with me.” Throwing his legs over your shoulder, you rammed back into tight heat, making him throw out his arms for balance with a yelp. 

“Reckless, hn, as ever—” 

“That’s why you married me, love.” The soles of his feet dug into your neck as you set a punishing pace, driving little noises out of him as you railed him into the mattress. "Playing safe is rather boring, don't you think?"

He narrowed his gaze with disapproval, but made no further comment, only able to suck in quiet shaky breaths to keep up with you.

And yes, this was good, but it wasn’t enough. Didn’t feel like real sex. You wanted to hear more. 

You stopped all of a sudden, and Mihawk let out a frustrated growl, his hips bucking back against your cock as though trying to fuck himself on it. Pressing a hand on his stomach to force him to stay put, you retrieved the wine bottle from the nightstand and poured it all over his chest, the liquid messily splashing onto skin. 

“What are you—!” 

You leaned down to take a nipple into your mouth, lips wrapping around it to suck hard while your tongue licked up the sweet, puckery wine. At the same time, you started to grind your hips against him, the blunt head of your cock massaging places inside him that sent stars clouding at the edges of his vision. Mihawk tightened around you, letting out a whine—an actual, unrestrained one. 

It was music to your ears. 

You continued to lick and suck at his chest until every single drop of wine had been cleaned from him, and he had fisted a hand into your hair, grasping at the strands painfully, whether trying to press harder or pull you away—you couldn’t tell. 

“Haah, that’s enough!” 

“So pretty,” you murmured, ignoring him as you bit into his chest, making him cry out. “No one’s seen you like this before.” 

“I’ll slit your throat, y/n.” 

You simply smirked. “Did I ever tell you that dishing out death threats in the middle of sex is a huge turn on for me?” 

“Not threats. They're promises if you keep this up.” 

“Alright, fine.” You reeled back only to start fucking your cock into him again, head turning to kiss at his sensitive inner thigh hooked over your shoulder. It started off with lazy grinding, until you started to angle your hips to hit a mouth-watering spot inside him, harder, faster, better. 

Mihawk glared at you weakly as he endured your thrusts, letting out breathy whines as you took and took and took from him, every piece of the wall he had built around himself slowly crumbling down to nothing. 

You started to pound into him even harder, arms wrapping around his thighs to thrust his hole back against you, the filthy, loud slapping of skin against skin echoing in the room. Mihawk had seized up with a choked whine all of a sudden, eyes wide as he realised that the kids might hear, but you ignored him, knowing far too well that Zoro and Perona were at the other side of the castle and in their respective rooms. 

“They won’t hear. Now louder.” 

Mihawk only shook his head weakly, knowing that only moans and other desperate noises would come out if he opened his mouth to answer. He was barely able to focus on you now, his eyes blinking half-open and closing, mind-blown with pleasure. 

“You asked for a diversion. I’m giving you one, but not without payment,” you mumbled. “So let me hear you, love.” 

This was enough to make his lips part, and you drove forward to nail directly into his prostate, making him whine your name, wrecked. 

“More,” you gasped, drinking in the noise. “I want more.”

“Touch—touch me.” 

“No. Want you to cum on my cock only. Can you do that? Please?” 

Mihawk only gritted his teeth together, otherwise too tired to fight your demands, and the alcohol—although only a few sips—was getting to his head, making him looser, less defiant. He was now panting openly into the air, almost drooling, too fucked out to stifle his moans or straighten his lewd expression, only able to lie there and take it, the distraction that he had asked for. 

You were getting close, and by the way his hole spasmed around you with every thrust, you knew he had already been a long time ago. 

Leaning forward to almost bend him in half, you mindlessly muttered praises into his ear, “So fucking good, gorgeous, you’re so strong, so good f’me—” 

That did the trick, and then he was cumming and falling apart in your arms, back pulled taut like a string and eyes rolling back with a rare shout of your name. His hole tightened around you like a vice, making your hips stutter to a sudden stop. You choked on a moan, pivoting your hips to drive against his prostate one last time before blinding white utterly consumed your vision. 

When you came to be, you had collapsed on top of him, no longer inside, and it took a hand carding through your hair to pull you back to reality. It was dirty, with ropes of cum smushed against your cheek and sweat clinging on to every inch of your bodies, but Mihawk was there, his heart beating warm and alive underneath you, and it felt so right. 

“Thank you,” you heard him whisper faintly. 

You stopped his hand, bringing it to your lips to press a kiss to the ring there. “You don’t have to thank me for anything. I didn’t do it out of obligation.” 

“I know.” 

You hummed. “And I understand that maybe you aren’t ready to recognise that you have become… some sort of parental figure to them,” you breathed, choosing your words carefully, “but I do wish that you could see how much they value and trust in you.” 

“I know,” he repeated. And then a more quiet, “They’re yours, too.” 

Oh. 

You raised your head to look at him in question, only to find him facing the side, pink dusted on his cheeks. 

“I… am inebriated. You are taking advantage of an inebriated man.” 

“I didn’t even say anything!” you protested. 

Laughing at his embarrassment, you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, finding a taste not even the sweetest of wines could replicate seeping into your body, of finely-aged love.  masterlist! p.s. getting his characterisation right was the hard part. @/anon who wanted a needy mihawk, hope this suffices <3

[moonydustx]

giving them a hickey headcanon (Law,Zoro,Luffy and Mihawk)

Hi Hi! All good? I'll start with a small warning: I know it should have been hc but I think I got mixed up in the format (each story actually came out differently). And each one looked a little NSFW, but I swear there's nothing explicit or very detailed. I hope you enjoy!

Some came out with more dialogue, others with much less. Yeah, I really got lost in the format.

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Luffy

warnings: Luffy isn't so innocent in this one. Pre-established relationship. Amor is the equivalent of love in Portuguese-BR.

Not that Luffy was innocent, but he had never paid attention to the fact that hickeys existed and how carnal they could be. And regarding your relationship, things used to be lighter and calmer between the two of you.

The first time he saw it wasn't in you. He was walking around the Sunny's deck and saw Zoro sleeping, as usual. He approached slowly and saw the stain on his neck.

"Who did you fight with that hurt you like that?"

"Don't bother me Luffy." Zoro grumbled, pushing the captain away with his hand.

"Did Zoro get hurt?" Usopp leaned into Luffy's side, as did Chopper. "That's not a bruise."

"It's a bruise, but it's light." Chopper concluded.

"You idiots, have you never seen a hickey in your life?" Nami grumbled.

"I already knew! The great captain Usopp already won one..."

"A hickey?" Luffy asked himself more than the others.

The matter remained forgotten in his mind, until you appeared in front of him later that day. The sun was already setting when you found him sitting on top of the Sunny's bow. With little effort and using his help and elasticity, you soon found yourself sitting between your boyfriend's legs, both of you facing the sea in front of you.

"Amor?" his voice pulled you out of the comfortable silence between you.

"Yes Lu?"

"Can you give me a hickey?" he asked, forcing you to turn over your shoulder and face him. "I don't think you've ever given me a hickey."

“That’s not exactly how it works, but…” you let the words trail off in the air.

Your lips placed a small kiss on his cheek, then on his jaw and finally, a chaste kiss just below his ear. At the same point, you placed another wet kiss and finally gave a strong hickey. As soon as the pressure on your lips was released, you placed another quick kiss.

"Well, you're made of rubber, I don't think you'll get marked." You explained and snuggled back against his chest.

"But it felt good." you felt his hand fix your hair and create a space for him on the back of your neck.

Soon after, one of his hands slid down your thigh while his lips repeated almost the same path you had taken and unlike him, you were sure it would be at least painful to the touch, let alone marked.

"Did you like it?" he asked, still leaning against your shoulder.

"Yes." your slightly shaky voice said more than he could ask. It was supposed to be a simple hickey, but Luffy knew how to mess with you.

"Can I have another one?"

"Later, when everyone is asleep."

That meant that in some hidden corner of the ship, you took part of the night to explore each other. It also meant that the next morning, you had hickeys all over your body.

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Law

warnings: pre-established relationship, jealous Law in this one.

He truly believes in that thesis that a strong hickey in the wrong place can be the cause of death, so he will always use small bites, the kind that only serve to make every part of your body shiver - and generate some other reactions too. Except when someone makes him jealous.

Don't misunderstand, Law is a reserved guy, not very interested in public displays of affection, but when you are alone, he is a clingy and extremely affectionate person - after time and time of you trying to win him over to transform the relationship into something more.

He had already shared the fighting field with Kid, victory with Kid, he would never share you, but the pirate seemed insistent on discussing things with you and your laughter echoed anything Kid said. Law already saw red at that moment.

After that, you ended the night in the arms of a version of Law that wasn't so common: jealous, unstoppable and delicious. You were just supposed to take some time and talk in his room. You ended up with all the things from the table on the floor, your panties lost - and probably torn, a trail of hickeys going down to your breasts.

"Trafalgar D. Law..." your voice came out like a scolding as you looked at yourself in the mirror already in his room. "What is that?"

"Just a few marks." he hugged you from behind, kissing one of the purple spots. "Sorry babe, I think I got carried away."

"Don't apologize, other than that, your jealous version brings good results."

"I hope that doesn't mean you're going to let that idiot bother you." he grumbled, placing another kiss on one of the hickeys. "Stay here, I'll get some ointment to ease this."

As soon as he returned, he carefully applied the medicine to each point you pointed out, but with a cynical smile on his lips. He knew the hickeys wouldn't go away fast enough until his next date that day with Kid.

Zoro

warnings: pre-established relationship, some broader mentions of NSFW content, but nothing explicit. Two uncontrollable drunks.

He liked to see the effect he had on you, whether it was the slurred speech when he pinned you against the wall, trying not to get lost between the way he looked at you and the proximity of the two of you, or you getting up with the wobbly legs of his bed and spending the next few hours grumbling about being sore - and you always whispered to him that that wasn't a complaint or when he saw you wearing scarves on hot days, or some accessory that disguised the mark on your skin.

Despite this, he didn't like it or used to leave marks on purpose. Even though he enjoyed seeing his love for you embedded in your skin, he knew that hickeys would only attract more questions about what that was, who did that and lots of jokes about the two of you.

However, on the nights lost between shots of sake, hidden in a dark corner and with the two of you numb from the alcohol in your blood, Zoro didn't worry about it. Or with almost nothing.

"Zo, control yourself, this is going to be marked." you lost it in a moan when you felt him capture your skin between his lips.

"Don't tell me you don't like it." he whispered, his lips running down your neck and leaving another mark. "You're mine, aren't you? Let me make that clear to everyone."

The next morning, in addition to the hangover that took over you, you could see the hickeys on your skin. However, this time, you could see the same hickeys in Zoro's.

Mihawk

warnings: brief mentions of NSFW here, this time F!Reader is the "jealous" one in the relationship. In my hc, Mihawk continues to speak Spanish/being Latino.

He could see your sullen face from meters away and couldn't contain a brief laugh. He knew you hated it when he had to be away to take care of his responsibilities as a shichibukai, but it was a necessary. Knowing it was just a small tantrum from you, he approached slowly, stopping at the edge of the bed and looking at you.

"Still mad that I have to go?"

"Of course! You barely stayed home for two weeks before you had to leave again. They really can't pick another guy?" you grumbled, seeing him shake his head. "I'm sorry I seem frustrated about this."

"Please don't apologize for this." he asked, seeing you drop your sullen expression and crawl over the bed, to where he was standing. "However, it seems my dear wife has some plan."

"Is that pretty girl going to be there?" you asked referring to Boa Hancock and he nodded. "I know there's nothing to be jealous of, but lately you've been spending more time with her than with me."

"And you're right not to be jealous." As soon as you knelt in front of him, your arms hung on his shoulder, sliding through the lined fabric of his white shirt. "No other woman interests me other than you, cariña."

"I know, like I said, I'm just letting my frustrations get louder." your lips began to distribute kisses along his jaw, going down to the back of his neck with white skin. Almost automatically, you sucked, seeing a small hickey appear. "I'm sorry." You pulled away, a cynical smile on your lips.

"If you plan to leave me marked with your love..."

Mihawk began to slowly unbutton his shirt, knowing how much it would excite you. Your hands soon helped him finish the job and your nails slid down his defined abdomen, stopping near the waistband of his pants.

"Make a mess, leave your hickeys on me and I will use them as a reminder of the incredible woman waiting for me at home." He bent down, finding the sensitive spot on your neck and placing a kiss. Soon, his mouth stopped immediately next to your ear, whispering in an almost tasteful way. "And when I come back, it will be my turn to mark you."

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a/n: that's it, now my mind will be stuck on Mihawk walking around with his clothes open and hitting everyone's vision with scratches and hickeys.

[macbethsymphony]

I know you said you have a hard time writing him, but can I request something with Sanji? I really love your enemies to lovers dynamic in your Zoro fic, so maybe something like that? Can you make it spicy too? just something short pretty please!

(No stress if you don't want to)

-💙

Anon!!! Now I don't know if I made this man justice! I'm sorry it took so long! I really tried my best!! I got a little carried away, so this isn't really something short anymore... BUT I hope you'll like it 💕 I'm also tired and didn't proofread this as much as I should have!

I Hate Flirts

Sanji x Female Reader

wc: 2.6k

warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, enemies to lovers, smut, oral, p in v sex

To say your first impression of the cook, as you first joined the Straw Hat Pirates, was bad was one hell of an understatement. You weren’t a fan of pretty boys, and most of all, you weren’t a fan of flirts. 

Hell, you hated flirts.

When Luffy had introduced you to the crew, you’d tried to put on your best smile. Everyone seemed nice enough—Zoro, with his comfortable demeanor; Nami, who welcomed you with a knowing smile; Usopp and Chopper, who were immediately friendly. 

And then there was Sanji.

He’d approached you with that cheeky smile, a bouquet of flowers seemingly conjured out of thin air. “For the beautiful new member of our crew,” he’d said, taking your hand and kissing it with far too much charm.

You’d yanked your hand back, not being able to keep the sneer breaking on your lips at the gesture. “Don’t do that,” you snapped almost immediately.

It’d been entirely reactionary and the guilt you felt at the hurt in his eyes only served to widen the rift you’d created.

Sanji’s grin had faltered, just for a moment, before he replaced it with an exaggerated bow. “As you wish, mademoiselle. But my admiration knows no bounds.”

Your eyes narrowed at his answer. Something about it irked you beyond comprehension.

From that moment on, it was war. Sanji flirted relentlessly, his attempts becoming more and more ridiculous as he tried to win you over. You, in turn, shot him down at every opportunity, sometimes with a sharp retort, most of the time with a well-placed punch to the shoulder.

Despite the ongoing one-sided battle, you couldn’t deny that Sanji excelled in many places. He fought well and in the boredom of the endless sea, the meals he prepared were a highlight of your day. After all, you most definitely had a taste for the finer things in life.

As his cooking slowly broke away your apprehension towards him, you started to grudgingly admire his dedication to his craft. There was something about the way he moved in the kitchen, all precision and passion, that you couldn’t help but respect… Not that you’d ever admit that to him.

The rest of the crew found your dynamic endlessly entertaining. Nami would give you knowing looks, Zoro would snicker behind his sake, and Luffy, bless his heart, was just happy to have another person on board.

Despite everything, you had to admit the cook had his moments.

You weren’t sure what had taken you over but one extremely boring afternoon, your feet mindlessly brought you to the kitchen. Just as expected Sanji was there, elbow deep in preparations.

You leaned against the doorframe, quietly observing as he twirled the knife in his hands, as he chopped at a speed that was lightning-fast. “Need any help?” The words left your mouth before your mind could register them.

Sanji looked up, surprise clear on his features but a certain pleased glimmer filled his eyes. “A lady—“ he started to protest, the words dying on his lips as he saw your expression start to shift. “I-I’d love the help,” he muttered uncertainly instead.

You stepped into the kitchen, rolling up your sleeves as you moved to stand beside him. The countertop was cluttered with various ingredients, a testament to the elaborate meal he was undoubtedly preparing.

“What can I do?” you asked, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

Sanji handed you a knife and a cutting board. “Can you, uh, chop these vegetables? Uniform pieces, please.”

You took the knife from him, noting the gentle brush of his fingers against yours. Ignoring the slight warmth that spread through you, you focused on the task at hand. As you worked, the kitchen filled with the rhythmic sound of chopping, accompanied by the occasional clatter of pots and pans.

“Not bad,” Sanji commented, peeking at your progress. “You’ve got a good hand for this.”

“Surprised?” you shot back with a coy smirk, your tone teasing.

He laughed. “Maybe a little. You never struck me as the domestic type.”

You couldn’t help the soft chuckles that passed your lips. “I’m not,” you admitted. “But I have picked up a few skills along the way.” Your gaze was distant for a moment. “There’s nothing like good food and an excellent bottle of wine.” You punctuated your statement with a fancy twirl of your knife.

“Good wine, huh?” He said, curiosity piqued. 

“Oh the things I would do for a good Cabernet and dark chocolate,” you mused dreamily.

Sanji’s eyes lit up. “A fellow connoisseur? Now that’s something I didn’t expect!” He set down his own knife and looked at you with genuine interest. “What’s your favorite dish to pair with a good wine?”

You paused, contemplating your answer. “I’d say a rich beef bourguignon. The deep, savory flavors work perfectly with a full-bodied red.”

Sanji’s smile grew wider, an expression of pure delight. “You have excellent taste,” he said, clearly impressed. “How about you help me make that tonight? I’ve got some top-quality beef in the pantry.”

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise. “You want to make bourguignon? Right now? What about all this?” You gestured at what you’d been chopping.

“Why not?” he replied, enthusiasm shining in his eyes. “It’s a perfect way to spend a boring afternoon, don’t you think? The prep can serve for tomorrow.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his infectious excitement. “Alright, let’s do it.”

For the next few hours, the two of you worked side by side, prepping ingredients and discussing various cooking techniques. Sanji’s knowledge of culinary arts was vast, and you found yourself genuinely enjoying his company. He was patient, guiding you through the more intricate parts of the recipe without a hint of condescension.

As the bourguignon simmered on the stove, filling the kitchen with a mouthwatering aroma, Sanji uncorked a bottle of red wine. “Here,” he said, pouring you a glass. “A little something to pass the time while we wait.”

You took the glass, savoring the rich, velvety flavor of the wine. “This is amazing,” you admitted, glancing at him. “Where did you get it?”

“A gift from a grateful villager,” he replied with a wink. “I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And making beef bourguignon with me counts as a special occasion?”

Sanji’s expression softened, a hint of sincerity shining through his usual flirtatious demeanor. “Every moment with you is special.”

You rolled your eyes, but this time, it was more out of habit than annoyance. “If you think this is getting you into my pants, think again,” you admonished though your tone remained playful.

He blushed and sputtered, choking on his sip of wine. 

Cute.

You smiled as you looked at him. It was the first time you’d seen this side of Sanji – the side that wasn’t really trying to win you over with charm and gifts, but simply being kind. You really looked at him for the first time. Maybe there was more to Sanji than the flirtatious exterior. Maybe, just maybe, he was worth getting to know beyond the playful banter.

As the weeks flowed, your dynamic shifted. Sanji’s flirtations became less over-the-top, more sincere. He still never missed an opportunity, but there was a gentleness to it now, a hint of genuine affection. And damn it, you found yourself responding in kind.

You weren’t sure when exactly it happened, but one day, you caught yourself laughing at one of his ridiculous flirting attempts. It was a real, deep and true laughter, the sound surprising both of you. Sanji’s eyes widened, a slow smile spreading across his face.

From that moment on, he craved to hear the cheerful din of your laughter again and again, especially when it was only for him.

One evening, as you mindlessly sipped a Cabernet with dark chocolate, you looked at him differently. As he hummed to himself, washing the dishes, you found yourself thinking this was nice. 

“You know, Sanji,” you started, munching on chocolate. “I think I wouldn’t mind it if you tried to get into my pants.”

Sanji nearly dropped the plate he was washing, turning to face you with wide eyes and a face quickly turning as red as the wine you were sipping. “W-What?” he stammered, clearly caught off guard.

You took another sip of your wine, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “You heard me,” you said casually, savoring the rich liquid. “I think I wouldn’t mind it. If you tried, that is.”

Sanji blinked, his usual suave demeanor momentarily replaced with genuine surprise and nervousness. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again, seemingly at a loss for words.

You chuckled softly, enjoying his flustered state. “Cat got your tongue, cook?”

You got up, slowly making your way to him. Your fingers traced his jaw as you looked at him through your lashes. “Unless I’m mistaken and you’re not interested. That’s fine too, I guess.”

Sanji swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously under your touch. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “No, no, you’re not mistaken,” he said, his voice a little shaky but sincere. “I’ve just… I’ve...”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Well then, in that case, you could kiss me,” you suggested, your voice soft and inviting.

Sanji’s eyes searched yours for a moment, as if making sure he wasn’t dreaming. Then, with a deep breath, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. The kiss was slow and sweet, filled with the promise of more to come.

Promises you didn’t want to wait for. 

You softly bit at his lower lip, asking for more. Sanji’s hesitation melted away as he responded to your encouragement, deepening the kiss with newfound confidence, His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as your lips moved in sync. His tongue met yours in a careful dance, the taste of chocolate, wine, and cigarettes mingling between you.

Time seemed to slow as you lost yourself in the moment, the gentle sway of the ship only adding to the intoxicating feeling. Your fists bunched in his shirt, then his hair, desire clear in the desperation of your movements. He stumbled forward, pinning you to the counter, your back arched and you wished you could melt into him more than physically possible. 

You pulled away slightly, breathless and dizzy with lust. “Does the door have a lock?” you asked breath hot against his. 

Sanji’s breath was ragged as he struggled to form coherent thoughts. He looked towards the kitchen door, then back at you, eyes dark with desire. “Yes,” he murmured, his voice husky. “It does.”

You grinned, biting your lip. “Good,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear as you did so. “Lock the door for me, pretty boy?”

The click of the lock seemed to break the last of Sanji’s restraint. He captured your lips again, this time with more urgency, his hands roaming your body with a newfound boldness. His touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire in your core.

You tugged at his shirt, impatiently pulling it free from his pants, your fingers tracing the hard lines of his abdomen. Sanji’s breath hitched at the contact, his hands moving to unbutton your own clothing with equal fervor. 

As your garments fell to the floor in a haphazard pile, Sanji lifted you onto the counter, the cold surface a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. He paused for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of you, a reverent expression on his face. You moved to remove your black lacy underwear but his hand stopped you.

“I want you to keep it on,” he breathed, his voice filled with genuine awe. “You’re a vision.”

Your eyebrow arched but still you blushed at his words and you most definitely didn’t let them slow you down. “Show me how much,” you challenged, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you.

Sanji didn’t need to be told twice. His lips traveled from your mouth to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle nips that had you gasping for breath. His hands were everywhere, exploring, caressing, driving you wild with want.

As he trailed down your abdomen he dropped down to his knees, hands going around your thighs and dragging you to the edge. He looked up at you, veneration in his eyes. “Can I taste you?” He almost begged. 

You took your time to answer him, reveling in the sight. Your hand lazily cupped his cheek, tangled in his hair. “Yes.” Your whisper was almost lost against the sound of waves crashing against the hull.

His tongue met already dripping black lace. He lapped and sucked with adoration and the muted feeling of ecstasy threatened to send you over the edge again and again. Until your thighs shook and you were reduced to a babbling mess, begging for his tongue against your flesh. 

When he at long last dragged the ruined piece of cloth down your legs and his tongue finally met your slick with worship, his name flowed across your lips like a prayer. The waves of pleasure that washed over you were overwhelming and as orgasm after orgasm flowed through you he didn’t relent, drinking you in with a fervor born of reverence. You could feel your arousal drip down your trembling thighs, down his chin, the moans that escaped you as you implored him to stop obscene. 

When you collapsed in exhaustion and your shrieks born of overstimulation became soft sobs and whimpers he finally backed off. Gently, he guided you lower, a hand behind your head as he lay you down against the cool granite of the counter. 

His lips found yours in a soft kiss, allowing your mind to slowly come back to reality. His tongue danced with yours with careful consideration, the taste of your slick flooding your mouth. “I want to feel you around me, I want to feel your warmth, I want to…” he pleaded against your lips.

“Sanji, please,” you whispered, your voice laced with need.

Forehead to forehead Sanji’s eyes met yours, his gaze blown with lust. “Anything for you, my love” he promised, his hands unsteady as he positioned himself.

He slowly slid in, both of you moaning, your breaths mingling in want. You mewled, your head falling back as Sanji began to move, each thrust a symphony of pleasure that built and built until you thought you might shatter from the sheer intensity of it.

Sanji’s rhythm was desperate, his movements ragged and teetering as he brought you higher and higher.  Your name fell from his lips in a litany of praise and need, each syllable driving him to push you further.

As the tension within you reached a fever pitch, you clung to him, your nails digging into his back as you rode the waves of ecstasy that crashed over you. Sanji followed soon after, hips stuttering, hot seed mingling with your slick as it slowly overflowed and dripped down unto the counter.

For a moment, the world was nothing but the sound of your ragged breaths, the steady beat of your hearts, and the gentle sway of the ship. You clung to each other, lost in the afterglow, the reality of what had just happened slowly sinking in.

You were the first to break the silence, your voice raspy and filled with a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion. “Sanji, that was incredible,” you chuckled. “I don't think I can stand.”

His laughter mingled with yours, a rich, heartfelt sound that filled the room. Your heart filled with contentment. The moment was perfect, a blend of intimacy and joy that neither of you would ever let go of.

Masterlist

[roronoaism]

♥︎ SECRET LIFE ♥︎

+ warnings: mentions of oral, semi-public sex, secret-ish relationship

+ ft: zoro x gn reader

+ wc: 0.3k

nsfw under cut, minors dni!!!

+ notes: so im (semi) back from my break!! yayyy!! but anyways i was thinking of 'what if zoro was secretly obsessed with you, and like you guys had a secret relationship yap yap yap' and i was like shit, this is cute, lemme make a lil piece. kinda inspired by the genji one i posted on genjist, so that softer side of a typically rougher-ish character is one of my fav things to write!

js want to say its not too heavy on the smut, but it is mentioned, so its nothing too vulgar.

he was infatuated, to put it simply.

no one expected the swordsmen roronoa zoro to take such an interest in a woman, yet here he was, swooning over you.

your relationship with him was secret, kept hidden from the rest of your crew. but it didn't stop him from stealing glances, a soft smile or blush apparent on his face. he'd deny it if sanji or franky made a comment, insisting it was just 'too hot out'.

he worshipped you in private, whispering promises and praise to you. pulling you to the side when no one is around to kiss you, hiding in closets or empty rooms to quickly eat you out.

he didn't mind the secrecy, in fact it made it more attractive in his mind. his secret possession over you.

the crew had suspicions, ranging from knowing glances snuck by nami and robin, to sanji's vulgar comments and remarks. but no one spoke it aloud, instead watching your actions speak for themselves. your hand lingering on his more than usual, a knowing smile on the face, a blush coating zoro's cheeks.

and it was hard to hide the moans that occasionally seeped through the walls when you two were a little too loud and rowdy, hiding in the shower room or kitchen late at night. you opted to play it off as sanji, but everyone had their ideas.

it might not be the best kept secret, but zoro couldn't deny it. the nightly kisses on your forehead and cheeks were enough for him, even the small burn in his heart whenever he saw you,

he loved your secret life, he loved you.

©2024 roronoaism - please do not repost or translate my works on other media sites ♡

[merbear25]

Can you do Ace, Smoker, and Zoro’s reaction to them popping your cherry? :)

I had such a gremlin laugh when I saw this in my inbox. You’ve picked such lovely men to feed my soul with this idea, so thank you for that! I hope you like what I’ve written for you. 💜💜

p.s. I saw this dialog on urban dictionary, so you get a dumb meme I made as a bonus.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, some fluff, virgin reader, vaginal penetration, mention of tearing, headcanons (?)

Popping your cherry (Ace, Smoker, Zoro)

Ace: The steamy exchange of kisses were becoming searing, fanning the embers of passion and causing the flames to climb higher. Fervor taking the lead, his hands wandered over your body. Playfully nipping at your bottom lip, he asked if you were ready to take things a bit further.

Caressing the pent-up lust through your cotton panties, he teased your clit with his thumb, reveling in each moan that passed those soft lips of yours. As the wet patch dampened his fingers, he smirked at you.

“I’ll start out slow.” His breath was hot against your skin, making you tremble with anticipation.

You gripped his shoulders tightly, inviting him closer. As he wrapped his arms around you, his thrusts steadily pushed further inside. Your pleasure laced cries put his self control to the test. He resisted giving into his own climbing desire to be rougher, wanting to give you the most enjoyable experience he could.

However, each whimper, each spasm, each plea for him was blurring his better judgment. Plunging deeper and slightly rougher in you, he began losing himself to the euphoria surrouding him. As his pace quickened, a tearing sound accompanied by your yelp broke him out of his trance. 

Moving back, he began apologizing. Through your pants and whimpers, you reassured him that you were okay. Laying a firm kiss on your forehead, he repositioned himself, letting you unravel on him before allowing himself the same release.

Smoker: With you on his lap, you were giving him more than what he bargained for. The softness of your skin pressed up against him, along with your thighs cushioning the sides of him were driving him wild. 

Gripping tightly around your hips and ass, he laid a firm spank on you. That erotic cry was only making you more irresistible. As your body arched and rutted against him, he took it as an invitation.

“Are you ready for more?”

Seeing your eager nod enticed his hands to grip your backside before pushing the thin lining of your panties aside. Coating his fingers in your slick, his low groans mixed with your sweet mewls, letting the room fill with sounds of rising euphoria. Being attentive to your needs and properly preparing you for him, he removed his fingers and aligned you with his tip.

His breaths were already becoming heavy with lust. “Hold on to me if you need.”

Easing you down on him, he paced himself so as not to push your body too far. The sensation of him filling you was already pushing you to your breaking point. You clung to him, trying to relax your aching walls. When he started thrusting, the tear was audible. Gripping his shoulders, you blurted out through choked sobs that you were fine.

He kept you close while maintaining a steady pace, giving you a chance to adjust to him before he brought you both to the peak of ecstasy.

Zoro: Holding you closely was never going to be something he’d tire of. His hands trailed up your leg while he looked into your eyes, your want mirroring his own. Feverishly letting your lips meet, the kiss deepened and his fingers played with the seam of your delicates.

Responding with increasing need, you pressed against him, gripping his arm when the bulge in his pants brushed against you. Your tongues met, dancing along this line of temptation. When his hand hesitantly moved under the side of your panties, he stopped.

“Let me know if I go too far, okay?” Even with his own lust building, he always put your needs first.

Sealing your consent with a tender kiss, he wrapped his arms around you, fully allowing himself to enjoy the way your body felt against his. Swiftly removing your underwear, he tossed them to the side and positioned himself between your legs.

As he gently pushed himself into you, he watched your expression for any signs of discomfort. Whimpering slightly from his girth stretching you out, your breath hitched as a rip sounded in the room. With concern spread across his face, you tried to calm his nerves. Taking your word that you wanted to continue, he buried himself deeper in you.

Allowing you time to adjust to his length, he began bucking his hips, quickly earning an erotic display from you. The way you reacted to him was sending him into a frenzy. Seeing the glazed look in your eyes, he leaned down to capture a kiss to swallow each moan that passed those quivering lips. As you came undone in his arms, he couldn’t hold back his own release.

[monkeydchlo]

ZoSan where Zoro doesn’t really understand what his relationship with Sanji is.

++

They argue and bicker a lot but he doesn’t really feel any hatred towards the other man. Sanji flirts a lot and Zoro finds it amusing, especially with how everyone rejects him. They bicker even more at that, Zoro usually laughs and Sanji gets embarrassed so he’ll argue back that Zoro doesn’t pull anyone either. And Zoro just lets it go because he genuinely doesn’t care. He has never been interested in being in a relationship.

But then, one time, Sanji actually pulls someone. For what seems to be the first time, he isn’t being rejected.

And Zoro doesn’t understand why but he doesn’t like it. He doesn't understand why or how this should be any of his business, but he can’t keep himself from thinking about it.

He thinks about Sanji kissing them, holding their hand or their waist. And he hates it — a weird, heated, feeling building up inside him.

Jealousy.

He recognizes it because he’s felt it before, but never in that situation. He felt jealousy with Kuina when she was better than him with swords, for example. But it quickly went away as it changed into respect towards her, and determination for him to get better.

This time it doesn’t go away though. He still thinks about Sanji and his partner, and he still deeply hates it.

It's only then that he realizes what it means, what their relationship and the way they act mean. And more importantly, it’s only then that he realizes that he might not be as straight as he thought he was.

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💚 aromantic-spectrum zoro is a very dear and important hc to me <3

[latanyalove]

Kiss Me

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Pairing: Usopp x Y/N

Sniper King Usopp + “Are you going to kiss me or keep staring?” 🤥🏹

A/n: This is my first year anniversary on Tumblr so I wanted to make this. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing this! <3

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Usopp had always been known for his outgoing and adventurous personality, but when it came to his feelings for you, he seemed to completely clam up. His cheeks turned pink, his eyes darted away whenever your gaze met his, and he would stumble over his words whenever he tried to talk to you.

Like one day, during a quiet evening on the Thousand Sunny, you found Usopp sitting alone on the deck, nervously fidgeting with his slingshot. You approached him gently, trying to ease his nerves, but his usual wit and charm seemed to desert him as he struggled to find the right words to express his feelings for you.

The Straw Hat Crew found themselves stranded on a mysterious island, with no means of communication and no idea how to get off.

Luffy scratched his head, a determined look in his eyes. "Alright, guys! We need to come up with a plan to get off this island," he declared, rallying the crew.

Nami, always the pragmatist, chimed in, "We should start by exploring the island and looking for any signs of civilization or a way to signal for help."

Zoro, ever the swordsman, added, "If we can't find anything, maybe I can try cutting down some trees to build a makeshift raft."

As the crew brainstormed ideas, Usopp remained quiet, still lost in his own thoughts and unable to contribute to the conversation.

It seemed that his usual adventurous spirit had been replaced with a sense of unease, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of how to express his feelings for you.

"Usopp, you stay here with Y/N to defend the boat while we search the island," Nami said to Usopp, breaking the silence.

He tightened his grip on his slingshot and glanced at you, his heart pounding in his chest.

As you glanced at Usopp and smiled at him, his heart skipped a beat and a faint blush spread across his cheeks.

Encouraged by your gesture, he mustered up the courage to meet your gaze and returned your smile, feeling a surge of warmth and determination to find a way to express his feelings for you.

It was during these difficult times that Usopp's feelings for you intensified. He couldn't keep his eyes off you, the way you moved, the way you smiled, everything captivated him.

As the crew continued their exploration of the island, Usopp and you were left alone on the ship. The silence between you was palpable, and Usopp's heart raced with both anticipation and uncertainty.

He knew that this was his chance to finally express his feelings for you, but finding the right words seemed like an insurmountable task.

As you busied yourself with various tasks around the ship, Usopp watched you in awe. Your energy and determination were infectious, and he found himself drawn to your every movement. He admired your dedication to training and cleanliness, and it only made his feelings for you grow stronger.

However, as he observed you, he couldn't help but feel a pang of self-doubt, unsure if he could ever match your level of vitality and become the person he thought you deserved.

As you noticed his constant staring, you couldn't help but question his intentions. Was he just admiring you from afar or did he harbor deeper feelings?

As you pondered over Usopp's intentions, you couldn't deny the flutter of your own heart whenever he was around. The way he blushed and stumbled over his words only made him more endearing, and you found yourself secretly hoping that his feelings went beyond admiration.

You couldn't help but wonder if Usopp's constant staring and blushing were signs of deeper feelings or just mere admiration. As curiosity battled with uncertainty within you, you found yourself eagerly anticipating the moment when Usopp would finally gather the courage to express his true emotions.

As you continued to go about your tasks on the ship, Usopp's fidgeting with his slingshot became more pronounced.

He seemed to be lost in thought, but every now and then, he would listen intently to your singing, as if trying to find the perfect opportunity to join in. And whenever you caught his eye, he quickly averted his gaze, throwing you secret glances that spoke volumes about his hidden feelings.

Perhaps it was time to have a conversation and see where this unexpected connection could lead. . . .

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You decided to take matters into your own hands and confront Usopp about his feelings. You couldn't bear the tension any longer and wanted to know if there was something more between you.

You couldn't take the suspense any longer. It was time to confront Usopp about his constant staring and blushing.

As you found Usopp eating breakfast in the kitchen, you approached him with a mischievous grin. "Good morning Usopp," you said playfully, causing Usopp to choke on his food.

Startled, Usopp coughed and sputtered, desperately trying to regain his composure. He finally managed to swallow his food and looked up at you, his eyes wide with surprise and embarrassment.

As you looked at Usopp, you couldn't help but notice the faint hint of pink on his cheeks, contrasting with his usually fair complexion. His eyes, normally full of mischief, now held a mix of vulnerability and anticipation. His messy black hair, usually styled with a bandana, seemed a bit disheveled, as if he had been running his hands through it in nervousness.

Despite his attempts to regain his composure, his body language betrayed his true feelings - slightly hunched shoulders and fidgeting fingers that betrayed his nervousness.

It was clear that your question had caught him off guard, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for this adorable and genuine side of Usopp that he rarely showed to anyone else.

He cleared his throat and looked up at you, his eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still as he fully faced you, his gaze unwavering and intense. It was as if all his hidden feelings and admiration were laid bare in that single moment, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and anticipation.

"Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to kiss me?" you asked lowly, teasing him.

Usopp's eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips, a mixture of surprise and longing evident in his gaze. He seemed momentarily frozen, his mind racing to process your bold request.

Usopp's face turned bright red, and for a moment, you were worried that he had actually lost the ability to speak. He stammered and stuttered, trying to find the right words.

"N-n-no, I was just admiring you," he finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

You couldn't help but laugh at his embarrassment. It was adorable how shy and awkward he was around you.

You leaned in, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek, letting him know that his shyness only made you more fond of him. Usopp's face turned an even deeper shade of red, but a shy smile played at the corners of his lips.

"Admiring is fine, Usopp," you said, "but you have to admit, you stare an awful lot."

Usopp's face turned even redder, but he couldn't hide his smile. He leaned into your touch, enjoying the moment.

It was a small step, but it spoke volumes about the budding connection between the two of you, igniting a spark of hope for what the future could hold. . . .

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You were struggling to reach something on the top shelf in the kitchen for minutes, stretching and hopping in an attempt to grab it. Usopp had been watching you, his eyes filled with amusement and a hint of concern.

You had been standing on your tiptoes, reaching for that elusive item on the top shelf, for what felt like an eternity.

Unable to bear your struggle any longer, he stepped forward and effortlessly plucked the item from the shelf, handing it to you with a playful smile. "You know," he said, his voice teasing, "you could've just asked for help."

"Thanks," you said shyly, taking the item from Usopp's outstretched hand. A warm blush spread across your cheeks as you realized that he had been watching you the entire time, silently offering his assistance.

It was moments like these that made you appreciate his thoughtfulness even more.

As you stood there, the small space between you and Usopp seemed to crackle with a subtle tension. The proximity, combined with the lingering warmth of your blush, created an undeniable sense of intimacy.

It was in moments like these, where the air was thick with unspoken emotions, that you couldn't help but wonder what could happen if you dared to take a step closer.

This time, Usopp's gaze lingered on your lips, his eyes flickering with a mix of desire and nervousness. He could hardly bring himself to meet your gaze, his gaze fixated on the possibility of a kiss. The anticipation hung between you, a silent invitation to bridge the gap and explore the unspoken depths of your connection.

"Can I kiss you?" Usopp muttered, "I mean I don't know how to kiss but let me kiss you, and I'll do it just right."

You nodded, unable to resist the temptation any longer. Your heart raced as you leaned in, closing the distance between you and Usopp. The moment your lips met, it felt like an explosion of emotions, a perfect blend of passion and tenderness. Time seemed to stand still as you both lost yourselves in the intoxicating kiss, savoring the taste of each other's lips and the warmth that enveloped you.

As you finally pulled away, gasping for air, Usopp's eyes were still closed, his lips slightly parted. You could see the hunger for more written all over his face. The string of saliva that connected your lips only added to the intensity of the moment, a tangible reminder of the raw desire between you.

While you try and recover, you whisper, "Do it again. Please." The words hang in the air, heavy with longing and anticipation, as Usopp opens his eyes and meets your gaze.

A mischievous smile spreads across his face, and without hesitation, he leans in for another kiss, reigniting the fire that had just begun to flicker.

As Usopp's lips press against yours once more, your hands instinctively find their way to his neck, fingers gently caressing the soft skin. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, heightening the intensity of the kiss.

With every movement, your touch becomes more confident, tracing along his jawline, exploring the contours of his face, deepening the connection between you.

In this moment, there is no need for words as your actions speak volumes, conveying the depth of your desire and the unspoken promise of an unforgettable night together.

As your lips dance with Usopp's, you can't help but marvel at the electric current that surges through your body, igniting a fire within.

Each touch, each caress, is a testament to the unspoken longing and the hunger that has been building between you. In this passionate embrace, you understand that words are unnecessary - the language of desire speaks louder than any conversation ever could.

As the kiss comes to an end, Usopp's arms wrap around you in a tight embrace, holding you close. The warmth of his body against yours creates a comforting haven, and you can feel his heart beating in sync with yours. In this tender moment, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling against your skin.

You can't help but smile as his lips find the sensitive spot, leaving a trail of soft kisses that send delightful shivers down your spine. In response, you shyly smile and meet his gaze, your heart overflowing with affection and a growing sense of intimacy.

"I've been wanting to do that since the moment I laid eyes on you," Usopp whispers, his voice filled with desire and longing.

You can't help but blush, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as you reply, "I've been dreaming about this moment too."

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[quinloki]

Birthday Request Even v2024

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: cisfem Character: Roronoa Zoro & Kaku Vibe: Writer's Choice (NSFW consensual) AU: Monster AU Prompt: Only One Bed Gift Giver: @zoros-sheath

Summary: You'd wanted two rooms for your trip with your were-beast lovers, instead you didn't even get two beds.

Content Notes: double penetration, knotting, little prep, established relationship, cream pie, gods give credit to this bed where it's due.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, we can all fit.” Kaku says as he and Zoro carry the luggage up to the hotel room. “Even with two beds, someone was going to be doubling up.”

“Two rooms, Kaku.” You correct, sighing a little as you reach the last room left at the hotel. There’d been a booking error and your glorious plan to leave Kaku and Zoro snoring in their own room was completely ruined.

Not that you didn’t love and appreciate your monsters dearly, but you’d wanted a little space during this trip. Not much. Just a little.

“Ah, sorry then, filly.” He kisses the top of your head. “We’ll do our best.”

“Humph.” Zoro grunts as you open the door for the two of them.

“Oh no.” You hear Kaku before you get into the room, but you have a feeling you already know the problem.

“Not two beds, huh?” You can’t help the groan.

“Ah… well, we’ll make it work.” He says, setting the suitcase down and stepping back so you can see.

A single. The only bed in the room was a single. Not a double, not a queen, and certainly not a king. At this point you were almost relieved to see it on a frame.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You let out a breath, trying not to lose your temper over something you couldn’t do anything about at this point. “Does the couch have a pullout?”

Zoro lifts the cushions on the small love seat in the room and shakes his head. It was, at least, a place someone could sleep, but at this rate someone was going to be on the floor.

“I suppose we can roshambo for it.” You offer, poking your head into the attached bathroom. Of all the things this room didn’t have, somehow it had a whirlpool tub. “Though at this point, throwing the bedding in the bathtub might actually be enough room for all of us.”

“We can fit.” Zoro asserts and you look at him like he’s grown a second head. Monster that he and Kaku were, that wasn’t one of the things they did as far as you knew.

“Can you turn into a small cat?” You question and Kaku laughs, effectively answering your question.

His brows furrow and you know you’ve irritated him at least a little. “No.” He says curtly.

“Well, then I don’t see-.” You start, but Zoro disrobes and pulls the covers aside. By himself he filled most of the bed. If he slept on his side, Kaku could probably join him, the giraffe being slender and almost lanky by comparison.

Kaku pulls your sun dress off in an easy motion, causing you to yelp a little in surprise. Long fingers move against your body and his fingers are already against your clit before you can even ask him what he’s doing. A sweet moan is the only sound that passes your lips and you hold onto his arm to steady yourself.

Pressing soft kisses in the crook of your neck, he slips your panties down with his free hand, and you can feel two sets of eyes on you, devouring every shiver. Despite the near constant bickering between the two shifters, they worked remarkably well when it came to you.

Cool gel presses into your ass, giving Kaku’s finger access easily. You’ve long since stopped trying to figure out how they managed such tricks. Zoro’s gaze grabs yours and you see his tongue slip across his lips as Kaku works you into a frenzy with his fingers.

“Please,” you gasp, legs trembling. You couldn’t keep your feet much longer and you weren’t even sure what it was they were going to prove by doing this. “I’m gonna - haaa, more, please, I want more.”

“Want?” Zoro prompts, raising a brow.

Your body throbs at the tone of that single word and you press against Kaku’s hand. “Need, need!” You cry, as Kaku pulls his fingers out of you. “I need more, please.”

Zoro motions, and Kaku helps you, lifting you up and straddling you over the feline were-beast’s cock. He was already hard, red at the tip, precum glistening as it twitched, knot already thick and swollen at the base. Zoro helps steady you, holding onto your hands and helping you stay upright as you settled onto his shaft.

The sweet stretch, the dull ache that left you desperate to have his knot buried inside you, was a relief you didn’t know you needed. A striped tail, soft fur tickling against your skin, pushes your bra up, leaving the lace at your collarbone as your breasts were laid bare. The fur against your skin is warm, and a little ticklish.

You settle against the knot and Zoro leans you forward as you feel Kaku get on the bed with the two of you.

“We’re - the bed… the noise.” Your voice is shaking, dripping with need even before the tapered tip of Kaku’s cock pushes against your tight, well lubricated ass.

“No one will hear us, little sheath.” Zoro promises.

Kaku’s hands are on your shoulder, and Zoro helps him angle you until the giraffe is deep in your ass, his own knot pressing against you. They’re already grinning at the shivering twitches ravaging your body. You swear they delight in the anticipation more than the orgasms.

Kaku’s hands slip down your arms, gripping them just above your elbow and holding you off Zoro’s chest at and angle that was good for both of them. Zoro’s hands grip your tits, teasing your nipples between his fingers, hunger scrawled on his face. He twists them a little and when you cry out his tail pushes into your mouth.

It wasn’t the first time he’s gagged you this way, but it was always a surprise. Any concerns you had about the furry tail were pushed out of your mind as Kaku and Zoro begin to move inside you, pistoning in and out in perfect time with one another. Leaving you little room to do anything else but drown in the pleasure.

Zoro’s cock tickled your g-spot as Kaku pulled out, and Kaku hit some sweet spot in your ass as Zoro made room for him. Your moans are well-muffled, body shaking and curling in the grip of the two beasts who had laid claim to you. Ravenous and sweet, and insistent that it was you who had them in the palm of your hand.

As your body warmed and your vision went hazy, Zoro pulled his tail from your mouth, letting the rough, dribbling gasps of pleasure drip from your chin.

“Already too far gone, huh?” He grins and you can’t even argue.

“More,” you huff, body covered in sweat. “Please.”

“As though we would ever deny you, little filly.” Kaku responds, voice heavier than usual. You can feel his tongue against your back, licking against the shimmer of your skin and sending electricity through your muscles.

“Focus,” Zoro warns as they begin to pick up speed. “Breathe.” He commands as they race you to your high.

Tears prick your eyes as you practically pant from the assault. You can’t help squirming in their grasp, but nothing you can do is going to let you get away from the growing pleasure. Nothing you do will allow you to move enough to accidentally hurt yourself either.

It’s not just the impending orgasm, making your heart pound in your chest like the bass at a rave, it’s the knowledge that they’re going to fill you beyond anything anyone else could. Being knotted at the same time was intense, and you’d passed out the first time they did it, but nothing else could compare.

It was addicting. They were addicting. Addicting like air. Like water. Things you couldn’t live without. Core pieces of your very existence and life.

Something almost beyond love.

Their grips shift. Zoro holds your shoulders, and Kaku covers your mouth. The knots push into your body, the overwhelming stretch hurling you over the peak and driving the pleasure of orgasm into your bones. Your breath freezes in your lungs, and your body goes taut as steel. Your eyes roll back and you can feel thick, hot sperm fills your insides as the sensations stutter every response you have.

Soft fur brushes your nipples and you scream into Kaku’s hands, the gentle caress being enough to shatter the freeze in your overloaded body. His hands move enough you can gulp in big gasps of air, sobbing moans falling from your lips with each exhale, and shaky whimpers escorting air back into your lungs.

“There’s a good girl,” Zoro praises you. “Breathe.”

“How well you always take us,” Kaku adds, hugging your back to his chest as he and Zoro roll their hips and squeeze a few more soft babbling sounds of pleasure from your lips.

Holding onto Kaku’s arms, you regain enough of your senses to form the few important words you realize were missing from the start of the conversation. “Sleep,” you say in a shaky voice. “I meant room enough… to sleep.”

You can feel them both flinch.

“Oh.”

[blacklegsanjiii]

I love making Sanji have good siblings so I introduce you: Zosan!Siblings ✨

Yeah, in this, things are basically the same in Sanji's backstory (and Golden, a little bit). But after he runs away, Sanji finds Mihawk, who adopts him before the rock even happens. Some months later, when both father and son are buying things, they find a also 8 years old Zoro who wants to fight Mihawk and has 3 swords.

The boy keeps following them all afternoon, until it's time to Sanji and Dracule go back at Kuraigana. Zoro still is saying he wants to fight "The Best Swordman", but the man says he is too young. So, even if he don't totally want to, he asks Mihawk to train him, then they will know when Zoro is ready.

Mihawk thinks a little and, yes, having a kid to play with Sanji is good. But where are this brat parents? Zoro says he don't have any. So fuck it, he can see what will happen.

Zoro goes at Kuraigana with them, finally noticing the blonde boy the same age as him who the man presents as his son, Sanji. They get along surprisingly quickly, starting to see each other as brothers.

Mihawk also starts to see Zoro as his son, and Zoro see Mihawk as his father. They stay this way for two years, until one day, when they're returning to Kuraigana and a storm starts to happen. Sanji fells from the boat, much to his father and brother panic.

Then he stops at the rock. And stays there for 3 months. Until he sees his father boat and yells, yells so loud that he almost can't talk later, seeing his dad and brother coming at the rock, to save him and Zeff.

After this, Zoro is glued at his "baby" bro all the time, afraid to lose him like he lost Kuina before.

Some months after, with Baraties opening, Sanji talk with Mihawk about working there, maybe? So he can be teached how to be a chef? His father think that isn't a bad idea at all.

So he starts to work at the restaurant. Him and Zoro creating their "bickering sibling relatonship" more and more. Zoro starts to be a Bounty Hunter some years later.

Then cannon happens. Until the Baratie arc where Zoro already knows the place (because it's "Uncle Zeff" restaurant) and, well, Mihawk and Zoro's fight still happen but not this bad.

Zoro and Sanji don't openly say they are siblings because, 1) there's no need 2) the dumbasses think everyone already knows. The only person who actually knows is Robin.

Alabasta arc is a funny thing because there are Luffy's big brother who is a little to much interested in Sanji? What the fuck?! Ace flirts with his "little brother" Sanji all the damn time. Ace notices Zoro glares but think he is jealous.

He catches Ace and Sanji kissing and, fuck it, if this "Second Commander from the Whitebeard Pirates" think he can simply date, flirt or whatever with Zoro's baby brother then he's wrong. He goes to talk with Ace, gave him a shovel talk and knows if the man is serious about te blonde, because he can tell Sanji is. Thats when Ace discovers the green haired guy is actually Sanji's brother.

Then the crew is separated, and just Zoro shows up and, hell, he just lost his brother again. Mihawk also is nervous and the only thing that they can do is wait the 2 years. Zoro also is relieved that Ace survived because he would never be able to forgive himself if his brother had gone through a heartbreak and he wasn't there to console him.

The timeskip ends and they meet each other at Sabaody, both 21 now. Ace joins the crew and is actually and openly dating Sanji now. The only two persons that know they're brothers are Ace and Robin, Ace also thinks everyone else knows.

WCI happens and Ace go with the Sanji rescue team, Zoro wants to go too but he need to lead the crew at Wano since he is the first mate. He asks them to bring the curly browns back, hoping his brother is okay.

Luffy marries Ace and Sanji when they're going away from Whole Cake, and Sanji just thinks about his brother and father reactions upon the news.

After the fight in Wano, Zoro finally hears about acesan being husbands now. Great, fucking great. Everyone else just finds about Zoro and Sanji being siblings at Wano when Zoro says something like "You better treat my brother the right way, Portgas".

At Karai Barai, Mihawk finds out his blonde son is fucking married with Portgas D. Ace, fucking great. He also gives a shovel talk at Ace.

AMAZING! HILARIOUS! WOW! The fact Zoro snuck off with three real swords including Wado from Koshiro[he actually just got lost with three real swords] is fucking hilarious to me. Amazing.

So Mihawk finds Sanji and takes him in, maybe he raided the Orbit and took the brat with him a few months after Sanji's escape from Germa and has just latched onto the kid the way the kid latched onto him. Sanji is still small, the size of a five year old when Mihawk first takes him in. Then a few months later as he and Sanji are in the East Blue for something or other they find this random kid following them and demanding to fight them when they're getting supplies to make the trip back to Kuriagana after spending a few days island hopping there. He keeps demanding to fight Mihawk who keeps telling him he's too young and not trained enough to even attempt to fight him. Sanji is sticking so close to Mihawk in fear because he knows logically it's not Yonji but there's just something in his brain about green and fighting that terrifies him. Eventually the kid changes his tune and asks to be trained by him instead and Mihawk looks the boy over and sees the determination and asks for his name, the kid gives it easily and his name is Zoro and he's carrying not only his dream but his dead friends dream. So Mihawk agrees to take him with a nod from Sanji so they head to Kuriagana with another child, a playmate and an equal hopefully for the boys. Zoro asks who the blond kid following him around is and Mihawk introduces Sanji as his son. When Zoro asks why he has a baby with him Mihawk says due to some incidents Sanji is small for his age but he is in fact eight years old. Sanji frowns at the boy as they find out Zoro is also an orphan as they pack up and set sail for their island on the Grand Line. They get to know each other on the way there and find out Zoro is a few months older than Sanji and was being raised in a dojo.

Zoro and Sanji get along well, thankfully. Zoro does seem to have issues with navigating around the island and the castle but Sanji seems to find him no problem. Mihawk can find him by his observation haki relatively easily but doesn't necessarily need to with Sanji around. Sanji will guide the green haired boy back from wherever he got himself lost this time. Mihawk smiles gently at his boys as time goes on, they are good fits for each other, Zoro naturally protective and Sanji caring, of course Mihawk trains them individually and together, he reads to them and educates them. They live relatively happily and peacefully until a freak storm on the way back to Kuriagana tosses Sanji overboard and they can't get him. Zoro is screaming into the crashing rain and thunder as Mihawk holds him back from jumping in after his brother because he can't lose both of them. He can't. Mihawk holds his eldest who is sobbing as he sails them through the storm and back to Kuriagana where he continues to hold the boy as they grieve. Meanwhile Sanji is on a rock, he doesn't know who the geezer is, doesn't know how he got there. He's terrified and crying because he's going to die here. He knows it. The geezer explains how he scooped him up and then the boat he was on crashed and how they got there, that they share the same dream of the finding the All Blue. Sanji wants to go home to his dad and brother, wants to be curled up in the study with them sleeping like they do sometimes. He wants his mom too.

Then, months later, after all the food is gone, the geezer's - Zeff, his name is Zeff - leg is gone, he sees a small boat, so familiar that he thinks he's hallucinating as he sits with Zeff and creeps to the edge and starts screaming for help, loud and scratchy and hoarse. Then he sees it is his dad and brother, the green hair and hat unmistakable as they approach yelling his name. Zeff is staring at their rescuers in disbelief as Sanji is too dehydrated and exhausted to cry as they sail to the nearest port to get them checked over. Zoro and Mihawk have a hard time not touching Sanji because they thought he was dead and instead he was starving on a rock and a man gave up his leg for him. Mihawk rewards Zeff handsomely and assures him once his apparent restaurant is open they will come eat there. Sanji is so much smaller again as they travel back, both he and Zoro tied with rope to make sure they won't fall out again and if they do they will be far easier to fish out. Mihawk carries a sleeping Sanji with one arm and holds Zoro's hand with the other when they arrive back to Kuriagana as Zoro vows to become stronger again to protect his little brother. Mihawk smiles gently to him and says that's a good reason to be strong.

They make good on Mihawk's deal and eat at Baratie quite a bit, the staff knows Zeff has a particular soft spot for the kids with the swordsman and it always weirds out the new staff, being their waiter is almost a rite of passage. Between the bickering of the kids and the World's greatest swordsman chiding them and the literal owner will let the blond one in the kitchen to help cook and prep and learn while the swordsman and the green haired one go out and practice katas. Their bickering only increases after the blond moves in some years later to work full time. Mihawk and Zeff will chuckle over their fights until something gets broken, the adults have also noticed while Zoro is protective, Sanji is the one tasked more often than not to go find the moss when he's gotten lost somewhere. Mihawk has absolutely used a child leash on Zoro, not because he's a runner he'd just take a wrong turn and then Mihawk and Sanji would have to follow his haki to find him. Zoro is incredibly incensed that Sanji's observation haki is better than his until Mihawk explains privately that it's from before he had adopted Sanji and didn't know much of Sanji's time before taking him in and it's best to just leave it because Zoro has conqueror's haki which Sanji doesn't so Zoro decides fair is fair with that.

Of course, when Zoro is in Shells Town in the yard and everything he eats the rice ball and joins Luffy's crew as the first member. He follows Luffy as they collect crew members until they land at Baratie and eat and if the three other members of the crew are noticing the animosity between the waiter and the swordsman they don't say anything. Then Zoro fights Mihawk and still almost dies. After Arlong Park and they're headed to Logue Town Sanji sits by Zoro and smokes a cigarette, both of them giving each other shit eating grins.

"I can't believe Dad let you live."

"Get fucked." Zoro laughs at him and so is Sanji because yeah, this tracks for them. They sail and pick up Vivi and them and then Sanji berates Zoro for the dumbassery that is trying to chop his legs off and Zoro knows it hit a nerve with his brother. Zoro feels the same way after finding out Sanji broke his fucking back on Drum Island. Then in Alabasta when they meet Ace who is all over his brother? Zoro is thoroughly unamused by the whole situation. Mostly because a White Beard Commander? Who is Luffy's older brother? Really? His manners are better than most of the crews though, including Zoro's so he can see it. Whether or not Mihawk will approve is a whole different story because Mihawk, much like Zoro, doesn't show a lot of interest in people. In anyway. Mihawk has his kids and that seemed to be more than enough for the guy. Still, Zoro approaches Ace because Sanji's bleeding heart is on his sleeve and gives him a shovel talk and Ace is staring Zoro. Confusion turning to slightly horrified humor as he promises to take care of Sanji because Luffy is his baby brother and he gets it. They look so sappy and Zoro gives him so much shit for it and says he's going to tell their dad. Sanji looks mortified at the prospect of Zoro telling Mihawk he's dating anyone just at how he would phrase it alone.

Canon continues until Zoro shows up on Kuraigana, half dead and Perona and Mihawk hunched over over him. Mihawk sends Perona for medical supplies as Zoro mumbles about Luffy and Ace and getting back to Sabaody to which Mihawk says he's no shape to travel. Zoro is insisting about saving Ace 'cause he's Luffy's brother and he loves Sanji so much and Sanji loves him back. Then he passes out before Mihawk can ask any questions.

When he comes to Perona hands him a mini snail and says Mihawk wanted him to call him or something and gives him the number. Perona leaves and Zoro calls his dad - who is on his way to the execution - and explains Ace is his captain's brother and Sanji and Ace might be in love. They're certainty super close. Mihawk listens carefully to his elder son and hangs up as he approaches Marineford in preparation for the coming war.

Mihawk is tense because he doesn't know where his younger son is again and has to find out. He's also actively debating in his head the merits of a frozen bounty at this point because his children do not live at home, or they didn't. One is back and he has Moria's first mate. He sees Ace on the platform and then there's the Impel Down escapees, including a couple of his colleagues. He does his part, enough to keep his bounty frozen as he leaves, staying close enough to watch the events and sees the brothers live as they leave the war. They're alive for now so Mihawk leaves with that information.

When he returns to Kuraigana Perona won't stop complaining about how 'not cute' Zoro is and how he keeps asking for his dad. Mihawk says he'll take care of it and finds Zoro doped up on what has to be the strongest medicine Perona managed to make, Zoro is basically mummified in his bed. Mihawk knows Zoro doesn't lie but he does sometimes keep secrets so he sits in the chair next to the bed as Zoro's drug hazy eyes lock onto his father and says he wasn't strong enough again. Mihawk nods and says they'll work on it. Zoro asks about Luffy and Ace and Mihawk says they were alive when he left and Zoro nods at that. When Mihawk asks what happened to the crew Zoro says Kuma sent him away when they were running on Sabaody and he was one of the first to go. He failed all his duties as first mate to protect. Mihawk tells him to rest and they'll train soon, when he leaves Perona just asks when he had a kid and Mihawk answers he has two and he got them a few months apart eleven years ago, the other one isn't there. Perona is frowning at him as Mihawk heads to his office and shuts the door. Mihawk sheds tears for the second time over the blond kid he kidnapped from a cruise liner, he does not blame Zoro or the crew. He doesn't blame Kuma either, the government however? Perhaps he'll go back to his former moniker.

Mihawk trains Zoro as Perona watches them. She and Zoro bond over there time there and eventually asks who the brother is. Zoro answers the cook with the twirly brows and blond hair and she shrugs because she didn't see him. She does watch Mihawk beat him over and over again. They drink and talk as they're both heavily devoted first mates to their captains and the faith they have in them is unrivaled. Zoro grins at Mihawk at some point and says they should take Perona to Baratie and Mihawk asks back if he wants to deal with Zeff while Sanji is missing because he personally doesn't. Perona asks if the food is that good and they assure her it is, but Zeff would absolutely dote on her the way they don't and Perona calls them not cute. Again.

Sabaody with the crew coming together and Ace is there smiling at the cook who is smiling back and he's helping with the groceries and everything and he has patience. He's sweet words and soft touches which the blond finally seemingly indulged in. Zoro finds him after they set sail and says he should really stop disappearing on him and a fight ensues. Of course. Everything is canon except Ace is there. They also take the captain's quarters, and the first time Ace sees Sanji set himself on fire and then he and Zoro see him sky walk they just stare. Ace buries his face in his hat and sounds like he's praying and Zoro curses in the dialect Sanji used to accidentally talk in sometimes. He only remembers the curse words though.

They go through the motions and see Jinbei and meet Law and fight Doflamingo, it's all canon. When the crews meet up on Zou and they find out Sanji is missing and Zoro just has that sinking feeling again of failing and losing and Sanji again. He doesn't know how he's supposed to handle it as he listens to the name Vinsmoke and thinks of how his dad commented on them moving into the East Blue from the North Blue. Sanji's accent now faded as Ace hides his face under his hat as Nami and Brook tell them everything. Before the rescue team sets off Ace promises to bring Sanji back to them and Zoro tells him he's holding him to it, otherwise it won't just be him he has to deal with. Ace nods and leaves for Tottoland and Nami keeps assuring him they'll get Sanji back, he didn't want to leave willingly.

When they find Sanji, after a few fights and a long walk around the islands Ace keeps yelling at Sanji to stop and Luffy keeps yelling at him to stay out of it. Even after Luffy passes out from the fight and Nami slaps the cook who walks away from them like nothing is wrong, Ace knows he doesn't want to be there and Luffy yelling about starving and sits and refuses to move. Ace is half tempted to haul him up and leave to chase after the carriage but he doesn't. He listens to his captain and the navigator is telling them they should go but Luffy is refusing. He'll keep refusing and they all know it so they sit and wait with him. When Sanji does come back, with a bento for the starving captain and confesses he wants to leave but can't and tries to leave the crew again, this time Ace puts his foot down and says Zoro will kill him if he doesn't bring his little brother back so they're leaving. Together. Sanji and Nami are staring at Ace as Luffy is laughing because yeah, Zoro would be really upset if they didn't bring his little brother back and Sanji is rubbing face and agreeing because it would be a terrible thing if the crew fell apart because he didn't come back. Not to mention what their dad would do. So they go through with the plan and make the escape and Sanji gets shot and Ace fusses. Ace also hurls a fire ball at Judge and tells him to fuck off because he should know when to shut the fuck up. Luffy asks why Ace did that when he was listing all of Sanji's good quailtes and everyone yells at Luffy that's not what he was doing. Before they reach Wano they're married and send a certificate off after the Vinsmoke poster comes out to make sure it's only the one.

Zoro of course doesn't see these posters but Mihawk does and he's staring at the two that came out three days, if that, apart of his younger son. And his apparent husband. Perona asks him if he's going to be fine without her and he says he will and when she asks what's going on he responds with his youngest son just married Portgas D. Ace and took his name. Which is fine, he just wasn't asked for a blessing despite the help he gave at Marineford, they're pirates after all. It's not like permission is needed and chances are he got it from Zoro if he did ask. Perona is staring at him owlishly as she decides she's not going to investigate further and wishes him luck with the shovel talk when he gets to give it to the Pirate Prince and leaves to go find her captain. Zoro on the other hand finds out when he finds Luffy and he's telling him about the escape and how big of a dick Judge is and how he didn't like Sanji's other brothers. He did marry Ace and Sanji on the way there though and that was fun! So they'll get to throw a huge feast for that once their business is done there because they also need to welcome Jinbei to the crew. Zoro is asking Luffy to slow down and asks why he married them because this means his dad going to be even angrier and Luffy shrugs and said it's to make sure Sanji can't leave again to get married or something. Zoro is going to break Ace's legs for not asking.

After all is said and done in Wano, Marco meeting the Strawhat crew officially and gives his blessing for the marriage and Yamato is congratulating his friend on his marriage and the feasts are long and the parties longer. Sanji and Zoro are sitting together again because of the death pact and talking and Sanji says their dad is going to be so pissed about all of what he's done. Zoro shrugs and says that he can deal and if he's upset about it he can be upset at both of them because it wasn't just one of theirs fault. It was both of them. Zoro asks about why he asked him to kill him and Sanji explains his birth family and his brothers and how the suit was changing him, the modifications he thought he lacked were coming out and he doesn't want to turn into an emotionless machine like them. Zoro nods, doesn't say he won't because that won't calm his brother down, just acknowledges it and moves on and says he does need to have a word with his husband and Sanji groans and asks if it can wait, their wedding was spur of the moment and Luffy's idea, not theirs! Zoro says he doesn't care and to bring his husband to him and the glare he gets from Sanji as he leaves is hilarious. Zoro's simple threat to Ace makes Ace laugh again and nod, even if Sanji is fuming. When they leave they see the new bounties and everyone finds out Zoro and Sanji are brothers and Sanji is officially married and it wasn't a joke.

When they're teaming up with the Cross Guild and arriving to Karia Bari, Ace notices Sanji seems nervous and he doesn't get it until Sanji pulls him aside before they make landfall and says they need to talk because he and Zoro are probably going to be in trouble and by extension that means Ace is in trouble. Ace is confused until he hears that Dracule Mihawk is their dad and was the one to raise them and that shuts Ace's brain down. He is staring at his husband in confusion, not hurt because he gets it, but like how did they hide it? How was it not more obvious? Sanji points out they were adopted and he worked on the Baratie for years so it's not like it was well known, or known at all really. Ace just leans on his husband says he doesn't want to die in a whiny tone and Sanji rubs his back and says they'll avoid it if they can. When they meet the Cross Guild and the meetings are done with Mihawk gives Sanji and Zoro a look that demands a conversation, they start following and Mihawk asks Ace for a word as well and Ace looks like he did on the Marineford scaffold.

"Marriage?" Mihawk asks the three of them.

"Luffy did it." The three of them answer.

"Right, was a blessing given?" Mihawk asks pinching the bridge of his nose.

"By Luffy." Sanji answers as he rubs his neck.

"I apologize for not asking properly. It was kind of a spur of the moment thing after we escaped Tottoland." Ace apologizes. Mihawk lets out a long and even breath before locking eyes with Ace.

"Right, well. Seeing as your married to my son who has a penchant for being kidnapped and going missing, if you hurt him or fail to find him or anything; I will make sure your death is long and painful and will not show an ounce of mercy towards you. I have the moniker 'Marine Hunter' for a reason." Mihawk says tells the dark haired boy who nods quickly and swallows the lump in his throat.

"Please stop threatening my husband. He did risk his life for me." Sanji tells the swordsman.

"Oh we are set for a long talk, just the two of us." Mihawk says to him which makes Sanji sigh again.

[timetravellibrarian]

Luffy x Reader

First time posting my writing and here it is.

Luffy x femreader

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What is a Captain without his Quartermaster?

No one ever knew the answer to that.

Where ever Luffy went, you were surely around.  Same was vice versa.

But the only thing that left many bamboozled about how two opposites could be such great friends.

The both of you had met at Shell's Town. You had been attending to a headache and took a sip of some juice at a bar when the sound of yelling had  irritated you.

Turning to find the resident Draco Malfoy yelling at some lanky boy around your age with a strawhat on you groaned.

Helmeppo pointed an accusatory finger at the teen and was just about to order the marines beside him to arrest the guy before you intervened. Annoyed, tired and in need of a good night's rest.

"Could the both of gentlemen take the fight outside, this place just got it's repairs done, we don't need hooligans messing it up."

The blond man turned to give you a piece of mind but his words stopped in their track when he came face to face with the look you gave him. He backed down immediately, the fight within him already taken out.

He turned to the lanky boy again. "You're lucky I'm taking mercy on you  boy! My father would have had you beheaded in an instant."  

You rolled her eyes at the statement and took a gulp of her juice and asking for a refill. "Thank you, Y/n."The girl nodded at the woman,

"No problem ma'am."

She could hear a pinkette speak in awe of her being able to shush the whiny man. Her cheeks felt warm at the compliment but she remained serious.

Her eyes caught sight of the lanky boy staring deeply at her. She stared back unwaveringly.

"What's your deal , Strawhat?"

He merely smiled at her before calling the pinkette to follow him to free some pirate hunter.

Later in the day she saw a crowd of people at the harbour, she moved through the crowd, a bag of her belongings in hand. She was going to sail off to another island later on.

Reaching the main focus of the crowd she saw the same boy, this time a tall green-haired man beside him. They were settling into their boat but the strawhatted boy yelled about needing to find someone first.

Once he turned to meet your eyes his eyes widened before he ran to you.

"Hey, lady. I need you on my crew!"

You merely stared at him in shock. He barely knew you and he was already dragging you towards the boat even with your protests.

"My name's Monkey D. Luffy. I'm gonna be King of the Pirates!" He declared as you sailed along with him with the man you came to know as Roronoa Zoro.

"The name's Y/n."

And thats when an unexpected friendship occured.

Where Luffy was childish and playful, you were responsible and careful. Not to say you didn't have fun. You were just more level headed.

Luffy dragged you everywhere with him. Whether you wanted to or not.

Dangerous island? Let's go!

A raging sea King was attacking, Luffy , You  and Zoro would make quick work of it.

The both of you loved food. Sometimes the most shocking times would be when Luffy would give you some of the meat off his plate if he saw your food wasn't enough. Much to everyone's shock.

The permanent scowl or resting face of yours wouldnt be shown in the slightest when your captain was around. Just as when you give him advice on something he listens. Which shocked Trafalgar Law when he had given up on trying to make another well detailed  plan. Soon anyone who worked alongside him knew to have you around if they needed him to properly listen. Without even a smack to the face to make him focus.

He wouldn't admit it but he would immediately wrap a rubbery arm around you when someone tried to flirt. Man nearly fought Sanji when he kissed your hand.

He knew you could hold your own in a fight, in fact you wiped the floor with anyone you fought, but he still watched out for anything.

If he wasn't nearby he'd give either Zoro or Sanji a nod. A silent order to make sure you came back to the ship alive. Unscathed was more preferred but he wasn't one to control your actions.

Whenever you let out your monsterous power, enough to cause fear in the highest ranking navy officials and pirates, he'd have his eyes on your every move, adoring even the crazed smile you'd have on your face. Bro would be cheering like a soccer mom.

When questioned by Robin and Nami about what he felt about you it was as though he were talking about the One Piece.

He didn't know he was in love with you. He just saw it as being overprotective and caring towards his friend.

When he finally understood what romance and love was when Rayleigh explained to him he merely shrugged and thought about Y/n before he realised he was in fact in love. More like he loved you for a long time. Much to Boa's dismay. But she understood when she had met you.

Infact she was ready to marry you from the moment you didn't care about her looks and had an authoritative attitude. Much to your confusion.

The most angry they had seen Luffy was whenever he found out someone had hurt you. If someone even made you cry that was when he reigned down all hell on that person.

His favourite thing to do was to take a nap beside you when he felt tired, which rarely happens. Robin would chuckle at the sight of her captain snuggled close to your side when all of you ladies relaxed on the deck of the Thousand Sunny. He looked so much at peace.

Sometimes he'd even run up to you unexpectedly, kiss you on the cheek/ forehead or even on the lips and run back to join Ussop while he's fishing.

Sanji was going through the five stages of grief at how single he felt when Luffy stood beside you, holding onto your hand.

Your first kiss together was a mess, the both of you nervous, cheeks overheating and eyes not leaving each other.

It took for someone to accidentally bump into Luffy that led to a proper kiss. ( That someone was Robin)

On some nights you'd cuddle and he'd recall his childhood with Ace and Sabo. His tears coming down slowly only to flow like a river when you cradled him in your arms against your beating heart.

You were there to remind him to takecare of himself. Not just eat a whole restaurant but to also care about his mental and emotional health.

At the end of the day, everyone all had Luffy to count on and Luffy  had learnt to count on you too.

You, Zoro and Luffy were a deadly team whenever you fought by each other's side.

The Captain, the Quartermaster and the First Mate.

The Heavenly  Trio.

[beanghostprincess]

that thing luffy does when he's shy or too excited about something, pulling the straw hat down to cover his face, but it happens whenever zoro kisses him because it's really overwhelming and he doesn't know what to do with these new feelings that make him so so happy.

[dragonsbluee]

I see your gay uncles of the straw hats Jimbrook and raise you old, gay, heartbroken, pirate captians who find a loving, romantic relationship in each other as they watch over a group of chaotic youngsters.

Because Brook and Yorki had a heartbreaking goodbye, and Brook spent 50 years mourning, but now he has a second chance. He wasn't expecting anything, but then, lo and behold! A handsome, kind, capable fish man enters stage right, and Brook is smitten. Here is someone who understands the grief of losing a captian and partner, then having to take their place to hold the crew together, but ultimately watching thier crew fall apart or suffer due to factors outside their control.

For Jimbei the last few years have been a whirlwind of chaos. He was looking forward to a new adventure full of chaos of his own making and choices. Now, enter stage left, this fantastic, enigmatic, adorable skeleton (and he's a musician!), who is a wonderful presence on a ship full of younger pirates. Jimbei never really moved on from the loss of the Sun Pirates, and hasn't had time to mourn all the friends he's lost in the past few years. But now he finds companionship and comfort in Brook. Someone who doesn't expect him to move on, let's him reminisce, but keeps him from getting stuck in his mourning. He's never thought of romance seriously before, but now he finds himself wanting.

The two meet in the middle, center stage on a ship of dreams as they forge a new one together. They still keep and work towards their individual dreams but find pieces of each other in them. Brook looks forward to the day he can introduce Laboon to Jimbei, and Jimbei has promised to translate the whale's words for Brook. Jimbei will see freedom for his people and finds motivation in every new song Brook writes and story he tells. Together, they find peace, calm, and rest. They find excitement, companionship, and a harbour in the other after years of storms.

[hauntingblue]

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[yourtamaki]

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