#zoro drabble

[bullshxtvixen]

Zoro is the kind of guy to be like ‘come on, you can take it.’ when there’s already tears spilling down your cheeks from how much he’s stretching your cunt…but he just cages you in with those big arms and shows you that you can in fact take it 🥺

[roronoagem]

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

characters: roronoa zoro

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[licorice-tea]

congrats on 100 followers! I just started reading your work because of ur prompt post and you do notttt disappoint!! soooo I want to request Zoro w lovers rock BUT SPECIFICALLY the end dialogue

“Now, how many men have you kissed?”

“Very few. “

“But you offered me a kiss. Why?”

“Such a foolish reason, I'm afraid. I just wanted to kiss you. “

- 🍙

Such A Foolish Reason

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x reader

Content: reader is usually kind of a flirt and Zoro is unsure of how much they actually like him!

Word Count: 0.6k

A/N: another request from my 100 follower event! ty for the submission @🍙 and i hope you like it! <3

You had already determined that Zoro wasn’t going to make the first move, no matter how glaringly obvious you made your feelings for him. The man was simply out of his breadth, and too unsure of how to navigate this sort of emotional territory. That didn’t through you off though; you still want him more and more every day. So eventually you had taken it upon yourself to initiate the first kiss, since you could barely contain the depth of your feelings for him any longer. Every moment around the swordsman is like a game of “will they? won’t they?” at this point.

But no matter how badly you desire Zoro, you can’t just dive straight into him into a kiss the way you want to. He’s not the kind of person to do things without being sure, and neither are you. Even something as simple as kissing would require a straightforward request and, hopefully, he would agree to it.

Ever so hesitantly, you turn to Zoro one starry night at sea. His sharp jawline is turned away from you, and his eyes are trained on the waves down below. You hate that he’s so concentrated on the ocean when you’re sitting right there, shoulder to shoulder with him. Because tonight, all you want is to be the focus of that intense stare.

“Zoro”, you whisper, and he responds with a grunt, “I have to ask you something.”

Finally, he turns to face you. His irises sweep across your starlit features, then come back to meet your own eyes. From the way your pupils are blown wider than usual and your soft, glossed bottom lip is being bitten under the top, he gathers that you’re nervous. It’s strange, for someone of your confidence and boldness. “Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

A furious blush ignites and burns across his cheeks in a matter of seconds. And though he’s unsure of how to respond in words, Zoro can at least nod.

Your palm finds its way over his jaw as you tilt his face so that it will align with yours. His skin is softer than expected; so soft that you give into the temptation to simply run your thumb across his cheek. It’s warm, which isn’t surprising given how pink he’s turned.

Zoro expects that you must have done this a thousand times to be able to touch him with such great care. To make him feel so strongly that his mind is scattered and he can barely get his thoughts in order. He’s engrossed in the feeling of you.

From your point of view, Zoro has simply gone quiet again. But you can feel the furious beat of his heart through his neck’s pulse-

“How many men have you kissed?” One of the thoughts manage to tactlessly slip out.

You immediately stop and hesitantly pull back “Very few.” Though your reputation as a heartbreaker precedes you, you rarely find yourself falling hard enough to do much of anything with the men you flirt with. Most of the time, it’s only to get things out of them; directions, supplies, etcetera.

This surprises Zoro. “But… You offered me a kiss. Why?”

The corners of your mouth curl upwards as you smile bashfully. “It’s a foolish reason, I’m afraid. I just…” You trail off with a shrug, and Zoro leans in- hooked on your every word. “Wanted to kiss you.”

And so, you do.

[zorosbeau33]

Oi, you wanna die? Zoro x Gender Neutral Reader Drabble

❖ One Piece, Zoro x gender neutral reader

❖ Scenarios/Drabble, Established Relationship AU, Protective Boyfriend Zoro

❖ TRIGGER WARNING Unwanted advances from a third party, 18+ Only due to theme

❖ wc: 1706

❖ Prompt "You said no and they didn't listen how does your partner respond?" ❖ Masterlist ❖ Luffy Version

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Hope you all enjoy~ A couple people had requested more of the crew so here is Zoro for a start! I wasn't quite sure where to go with it but I think this will suffice for now!

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The marines didn’t seem to notice things were amiss, then again none of them probably dared to imagine the legendary Straw Hat pirates would crash a military gala. Zoro himself fidgeted behind his mask, eye sweeping the room and numbering dozens of high ranking officials. This was definitely not his scene, stuffed into a black and sparkly prince costume with black jewel encrusted mask? Yeah not his style at all. The amount of men and women he’d shrugged off, or downright snubbed tonight in favor of finding more alcohol to drink was staggering. Not that he’d noticed, after one dance that he’d only done because Nami threatened him to do it to blend in long before they’d actually broken in. Flirtations were not his strong suit, and being a firm believer in no ending all advances he was disgusted when several people tried to laugh it off and continue in their attempts to touch him. 

All of this has culminated in the pursing of his lips as he tried not to sneer in disgust. Leaning against a pillar during a brief moment of quiet to himself Zoro once again scanned the room. It was beginning to unnerve him, sure he could see Nami fitting in without any issues wrapped in the arms of a high ranking admiral. Hell he could even see precious precocious prince Sanji with a line of women waiting to dance with him. That might come to bite them in the ass soon if the jealous glares of the womens husbands and wives said anything. However Zoro believed the cook would reap what he sowed and that it was none of his business. What nagged at him however was the evident lack of…you.

For three hours they had patrolled the floor and the garden, and yet you were no where to be found. A frown did manage to tug his lips downwards when he moved around a thick crowd of people and up the stairs. Yes, he should leave it be and concentrate on the mission of extracting all the information they could while Nami stole the key off the admiral and passed it along to Luffy, Robin and Brook. But the nagging sensation of you being missing for THIS long? Nothing normally could stir him to panic-reasonable panic. His captain falling in the water or slingshotting directly at his face was reasonable panic. This was not such a time, bubbles seemed to turn to knots in his gut. His scar itched. 

Halfway up the stairs he heard it, unable to hide his reaction as he perked up swinging his head around towards the sound of a familiar laugh. Zoro felt you before he saw you, Haki registering your presence far closer to him than he had anticipated. In fact there in the middle of the group of people he had been made to work around several times, stood your glorious form. Nami had outdone herself with your outfit and Zoro had almost swallowed his tongue on the ship when he first saw you. Now even more so under the glitter and glow of the chandeliers, your laugh made the tension melt from his muscles while he stopped his prowling to take you in. In this atmosphere you were radiant, seemingly to have been born out of the most beautiful emerald just to grace the presence of those around you. The jewel encrusted mask covering your face only added to the mystery around you, causing those around you to lean in all the closer. Perhaps you needed no savior, though Zoro felt it his first duty as the man that belonged to you. Swordsmiths above he was so smitten with you, lingering on the stairs above your group to watch you, scowl melting into a tender smile. He would have to apologize to Nami and Luffy later, his sword was supposed to belong to his captain then the mission. But here the only person he could allow claim to him was your radiance. A betrayal he was sure they would understand, it was common knowledge to all of the crew that his heart and soul had found their home in your hands. 

So imagine his rage when your smile fell away into a look of shock, yanking your arm back from the grips of a pot bellied slobbering ‘gentleman’. Capable like he knew you were, you quickly extricated yourself from the pudgy admiral who reeked of weaks old cheese and beer. The gaudy prince attire nearly popping buttons off as the heavy drinker puffed himself up indignantly. Zoro would miss the next few moments as he rushed down the staircase and began to force his way through the gasping and shocked onlookers who had until this moment been fawning over your intelligence and eloquent words. His fury was three fold for he knew how hard you had practiced to learn all these speech patterns and points of talk to be a good distraction as needed by the plan. However when the noise of a slap rang out he couldn’t help but bark a command for the people in front to move.

Being all of military standing or married into, they felt his haki and heard his commands and moved apart at once. Years of training telling even the higher ranks this must be someone  with power and the gravitas of higher station To do such a thing at the military gala. Relief infantesimally warmed his cold gaze, the sound of the slap had in fact come from your strike and not the admirals. Zoro knew this man too well, he’d bought and blustered his way up to the position he was in now, and falling out of graces with Akainu’s strength based rule had resorted to underhanded trickery and binge drinking. 

“Once a sleeze ball always a sleezeball.” scoffed someone in the crowd as a woman pulled you closer to herself and away from the enraged man before you. Bits of wien splattered down his front as he spluttered and clutched his hand to his chest, beer belly nearly busting his gaudy belt buckle. 

“Admiral he started it! They told him no and he tried to force it! Should we court marshal him?” A young Captain stepped forward to report to Zoro, also taking on a defensive stance in front of you. To your credit you were playing the distressed and meak house spouse very well, although he knew just from looking your strike had most probably broken at least two of the mans meaty fingers. Thankfully it seemed his display had caused others to believe him to be an important military official rather than raise suspicion about his person. Zoro gathered himself together, he couldn’t afford to make too much of a scene here. While everyones masks and disguises made the party much safer for them to intervene. They did not need to draw to many eyes upon themselves or else the costumed Zoro’s in the crowd might jog someones mind to realize the real one was standing in front of them. After that it would only be a matter of minutes before the others would get picked out from the crowd as well. 

He needed to protect you, but in a way that would seem appropriate and take attention off of you both and quickly. Squaring his shoulders Zoro tutted and switched all his weight to his right foot, arm resting on the hilt of his single sword. Adapting the posture of a haughty admiral was not difficult it often amused him when he was a bounty hunter to see all of their posturing, the arrogance was easy to emulate. A flick of the hand had several people stepping forward seizing the admirals wrists and forcing them behind him. 

“This is a party, I advise you keep your voice down before I report your misdeeds to headquarters directly…” His deep voice rumbled and he let out a dramatic sigh. “Take him out of here without a scene, knock him out if you have to. The part-the gala is a place only those of high standing are allowed. Such behavior will not be tolerated, have him placed on trial…tomorrow morning he can sit in the cells for tonight.” 

The man bellowed his outrage, stating his rank and to unhand him right this moment. In an instant Zoro’s hand was around his skull, and squeezing. Rage turned into pain and he gasped spluttering in pain, the captains almost dropping him in shock at the speed of Zoro’s moves. 

“OI…do you wanna die?” Zoro growled lowly so only he and the two captains could hear. They froze and stared in shock and fear. The rage he had felt upon seeing the man place his hand on you without your consent, causing his pupils to dilate. Haki spreading over his fingertips hidden only by the gloves that accented his outfit. Blood pounding in his ears, ready to lay this man to sleep for his crime. The smell of the admiral wetting himself hardly registering to his senses, how dare this scum…Barely reeling himself in Zoro leaned back out and let him go. “You already placed your hands on my partner and now you disgrace this place. Get him out of our sight.” 

Turning quickly on his heel Zoro took his handkerchief out and wiped the makeup from the admiral off his fingers in a show of disgust. Reeling in his rage before stopping in front of you again, thanking the woman in a low murmur as he took you from her grip. People bowed and scuttled out of his way while he hurriedly guided you away to the gardens, arm wrapped securely around your waist. Once in the open air he sighed in relief and slowed down checking on you now as he readied himself for Nami to beat him over the head once you returned to the ship. Yes you could have defended yourself, and you certainly had but he would always be here to ensure that you would be okay. Even if you teased him for his bad acting skills for the rest of his life, you being safe and your boundaries being respected were far more than worth it in his mind.

[fanaticsnail]

I just binged a bunch of your fics and I have a tiny request for you! Could you do headcanons for Zoro and/or Sanji with a selkie reader (together or separately)? Please and thank you!!

Masterlist here.

Word Count: Background Drabble, 700+. Per gentleman, 600+.

Hello dear anon! Thank you for challenging me with a mythical fic! I enjoyed my time crafting it for you. I hope you don't mind, I wrote them as more mini-fics/drabbles rather than HCs. I also snuck in an extra character because apparently the heart wants what it wants today, and I can't deny the words from wording.

Selkies are an aquatic race of fey native to the cold, wet northern coastlines. They live in villages on the shore, and occasionally mingle with outsiders. They have a particular wariness of humans, due to their tendency to steal their seal skins, but Selkie are otherwise very sociable creatures that love exploring the shores and the oceans beyond (Fact link, 5e Race)

@writingmysanity @gingernut1314

There was a battle above the surface, that was one thing you were certain of. Cannonfire, ricocheting iron balls and splintering of the wooden masts above the waves. You had never seen such violence, such hatred between two peoples. Recognising the marine lettering was no difficulty for you; their kind gracing your shores with regularity. 

It was the other vessel that drew you in. You heard laughter ringing down below the ocean surface, halting you in your retreat as you sought out its source with your blackened eyes. Your sisters had long since fled from the display of violence, opting to hide away and wait for the fighting to stop. But you remained behind, desperately seeking out the conclusion to the battle above. 

Suddenly, the marine ship began to flee from the engagement, but not before a figure was cast into the water and began rapidly sinking to the oceanic floor. Your eyes widened, your tail-flipper carrying you with haste to bring yourself over to the figure without a second thought. 

His hair was dark, his eyes were tightly shut, and his limbs refused to move in a way to propel him away from his approaching death within the salt water. A devil-fruit user, you thought, bringing your curious eyes over to his and seeking them out beneath his closed eyelids. The small scar below his left eye had your head cocking to the side in curiosity. 

“Luffy!” you heard several voices cry from above the surface of the water, the man’s eyes immediately opening to meet your own. His shock was written all over his face, his breath releasing in a bubbled huff that had his arms attempting to raise upwards to collect his breath to no avail. 

“Luffy,” you called in your oceanic language, smiling your feral face into his; revealing rows of sharpened teeth in a wide smile. His panic continued to rise, his lungs screaming for air as you took your time studying him. You drew your face impossibly close to his, unblinking eyes studying him as he struggles against the water. “Luffy,” you again called to him, your eyes and face beginning to relay a humanoid likeness, “Let me help you.” 

You ushered your body beneath his, chaperoning him to the surface of the water and drawing his body up to the surface of the water. He immediately sucked in a large ballooned breath of air, his neck snapping towards his ship to seek out the concerned and panicked faces of the members of his crew. After he made eye contact and flashed them a winning grin, he turned back to face your animalistic and beastly face, and upturned his eyes in gratitude. 

“You think you could take me to the ship?” He asked, a mischievous twinkle now reflected in his eyes as he checked over you. You nodded, beginning to ride the propelling waves over to the vessel. The figurehead of a ram was carved intricately against the ship’s stern, a beauty to behold as you danced your flipper and easily propelled you both to the splintered and fractured wood. 

He wrapped his arms around your upper flippers, nuzzling into the back of your neck and uttering his gratitude against your skin. Your voice harshly barked a cracked laugh at the gesture, enjoying his playfulness and kindness as he continued to tell you what a good seal you were. 

“Luffy, what are you doing?!” A woman with orange hair called out to him, eyes wide and panicked. 

“This seal saved me from drowning!” he called in return, with his broad smile pleasantly cracking his face, “Gotta rub its belly and thank it with a big scratch and a cuddle!” As Luffy drew himself over to the ship, he jumped from your back and took hold of the rigging above and began his slow climb to the top of the water. 

Your instincts screamed at you to return to your sisters, to withdraw away from these sailors; but as soon as your eyes sprung over to meet your eyes with theirs. Why, you were completely hypnotized.

Hoisting your body upwards, your beastly form shedding from your human form and shrouding yourself in a cloak of blubber and fur. You climbed in your nudity to the decks above, hoisting your legs over the side of the ship and revealing yourself to the entirety of the crew in front of you.

“Luffy,” the woman whispered, her shock written all over her face, “That is no mere seal.” Luffy cocked his head over, shock now written on his face at noticing your beauty in your human form.

“That is a selkie.”

Zoro

The swordsman had never seen such beauty in his life. Although immediately drawn in by your otherworldly radiance, as the loyal first mate aboard the Going Merry: he stepped in and ushered the captain behind him and took a protective stance. A darkness was within your eyes, rotating your shoulders as you squared up to face this mysterious man. 

You knew from your place within the water below that when your eyes met his, he was a marvel to behold. But now with your close proximity to him, his valiance and loyalty to his captain had you immediately smitten. Widening your lips in a broad grin, you elevated your hands in front of yourself defensively and bowed your head low to him. 

“I mean neither you nor your crew harm, Protector,” your honeyed voice sweetly called to him. He was taken aback with your voice, stumbling in his step forward as he continued to shield his captain away from you.

“I’ll be the judge o’ that, Ningyo,” he uttered with a smirk;his eyes displaying a similar ferocity to yours in your bestial form. 

And that is when you decided you were going to court him. Your soul cried out to join with his; immediately smitten with the swordsman. You stayed with the crew for months, subtle touches over his shoulders, leaving a fresh kill at his feet first, before Sanji took it to the kitchen to properly prepare it. Everything you did, you did to please the swordsman. Every fiber of your being called to him and courted him. 

You began leaving your furred skin around in places for him to find, only for him to return it to you with a deep scowl and a verbal reprimand of: “Can ya stop leaving this around the place? It’s really annoying.” 

It was only when Usopp and Nami physically sat him down and spelt out the courting practices of Selkie folk that had his face burning with a bright vibrance and his eyes widened. His lips downturned in a deep frown as his blush rose, his shock at your shameless audacity of courting him so publicly without any context of his lacking comprehension.

He decided a full frontal confrontation was what was needed to tackle this, no room for any other mistaken intentions and misdirection for his lack of direction sense.

“You been leaving your blubber ‘round for me to find, Ningyo?” he yelled at you, heads snapping up from the crew around as they witnessed this verbal spat. 

“Yes,” you confirmed, laying back and basking in the sun atop the wooden deck.

“Why?” His pointed hazelnut gaze held the intensity of a man staring down his enemy. You refused to shy away; instead rising to your feet and squaring up to him.

“Because I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine,” your lip curled at the corner, your sharpened canines baring out in your brilliant smile. He reached down, claiming your biceps within his wide fingers and palm.

“Why me?” He growled, his tone low enough for only you to hear. You reached up your hand, softening your smile and cradling his angry face beneath your palm.

“Because I love you, Zoro,” you cooed up at his face, eyes half-lidded and full of nothing short of full adoration. His breath hitched in his throat, his mind not keeping up with the words you were relaying to him. 

“This why you kept bringin’ me fish?” He asked you, his nose crinkling up as his smile broke through onto his lips. You nodded, leaning into his face. You gently brushed your nose with his, closing your eyes as you breathed him in. 

Breaking from the gentle touch, you withdrew your nose from its contact and quickly bore your teeth at him, biting his chin in a gentle nip. He flinched at the contact, eyes widening at your expression.

“Next time I leave it out for you,” you growled at him, “Don’t bring it back to me, Protector.”

“I won’t, Ningyo.”

Sanji

Sanji’s breath was sucked from his lungs, his eyes wide and wild at seeing a creature of myth and legend aboard the deck of the ship. He watched as your eyes slowly assessed the crew, your gaze lingering on Luffy before your gaze snapped and met with his. Your lips parted, your heart rose into your throat as your eyes began to widen at him.

From your position below the waves, shepherding the member of the pirate crew back above deck, you drew your attention to the blond member of the crew and were immediately intrigued. As your eyes met with his rounded, gray orbs; you knew for certain: 

This man was the most beautiful sight you had ever laid your eyes on. And looking at him, you knew he was immediately taken with you too. 

But you refused to give into your emotions that easily. 

For the next few months, you found yourself constantly nearby the ship known as the Going Merry. You constantly checked up on their non-swimming captain to ensure his safety traveling the seas, but your eyes always fell over the form of the chef amongst them. Each time you would leave, you always looked over your shoulder to notice the way his eyes would linger on you - always holding hope that you would turn back around and remain with him. 

Before you really knew what you were doing, you began ushering grandiose feasts of fish and crustaceans towards the Merry, always ensuring your blond was well supplied with a variety of ingredients from within the depths of the ocean. 

Kelp, seaweed and shells of vast variety began to find themselves on the windowsill of the kitchen; just as flowers, beads and brightly coloured stones were left out for you to find as you placed the gifts there. Each present had your heart swelling, but continuing to remain strong in not giving into your human emotions. He was human, and you were not. 

As the ship pulled into a far off dock, Sanji’s eyes met yours as you attempted to remain coy to his attention. You were bathing in the ocean; your lengthy hair covering the linen against your chest and over your hips, pelvis and glutes. Your eyes were shut, raking a sharpened, toothed stone through your hair to detangle it of its strands - your fur and blubber skin cast aside atop a rock behind you. 

Sanji was no fool. As soon as he began harboring affection for you, he asked Nami and Usopp for a variety of literature pertaining to aquatic mythos. He knew that if he were to claim your fur for himself, you would have no choice but to be with him. 

He bid a hasty farewell to his crew for the evening, gesturing with his chin over to your position to alert Nami to his intentions. She pursed her lips, attempting to hold back her smile as Sanji drew himself closer to you. 

As he drew his shaky hands over the skin laying so innocently against the moss-covered gray rocks, he stilled his descent and retracted his hand. Sensing his hesitation, you looked over your shoulder at him but chose not to address him. Your body and mind screamed at him to take it, to claim it for himself and, in turn, claim you. But as the seconds drew into minutes, minutes turning into several cold and unbroken moments - you finally turned to make eye contact with the chef behind you. 

He was sat directly beside your fur, a cigarette beginning to relinquish its flames down to the filter as he took in the nicotine-laced smoke. His expression was unreadable, stoic and still: something you had not seen reflected on his eyes in all the months you had known him.

“Sanji?” you asked, your brows furrowing in question. He shook his head, inhaling a final breath of his cigarette before stifling the tip and stuffing the butt into his pouch for later disposal. “Sanji, why won’t you claim me?” He again shook his head, closing his eyes and turning himself away from you. 

“I wanted to, mon cœur, believe me,” he confessed, nodding his head but holding his eyes closed. 

“Then why didn’t you?” you rose to your human feet and began stalking over to him. As you drew yourself over to his seated form, you knelt low before him, falling to your knees in front of him. 

“I would never force you to be with me, mon trésor. No matter how much I want you, I would never want you to be mine without knowing it’s truly what you want,” he confessed, opening his eyes to meet his eyes with yours once more. His eyes were pools of true adoration and love, swimming amongst the sunset reflected off the horizon. 

You sighed, reaching down and collecting your fur from its place beside Sanji and bundling it within your arms. Holding it tightly and firmly within your arms, you firmly squeezed it against your chest to hold it one last time before gently bowing your head and presenting it out to him. 

“This belongs to you, Sanji,” you whispered, stretching out your arms further in front of you, “Like my heart: it will always belong to you.” You heard his breath hitch in his throat, immediately falling to his knees in front of you and drawing you in for an embrace. He was quick to cradle you against his torso, smoothing his hands over your slightly damp hair and placing a sweet amount of quick kisses against your temple and hairline. 

You pulled away from his embrace, looking steadily into his eyes at first before propelling your face into his to claim his lips beneath your own. Your movements were slow, dancing with skill and passion as you took his bottom lip between your sharpened teeth. He groaned against your lips, whimpering as you dropped your fur and entangled your arms around him in a strong embrace. You clawed at his back in an attempt to hold him closer to you, your nails tearing small holes into the back of his jacket and finding residence in his muscular flesh beneath the material. 

“I will return it to you when you desire to go home to your sisters, mon cherie,” Sanji whispered, his heart swelling at your confession, “I know you will always belong to the wilds, and I refuse to selfishly keep you with me when humanity becomes all too much for you.” 

Hearing a small winced whimper, you broke away from his lips and gazed into his eyes. He looked at you with nothing but true adoration and love, his eyes softening as he pressed his forehead against yours. 

“I love you, Sanji,” you confessed, your voice low and as sweet as honey-wine. Sanji’s smile continued to shine against his cheeks, his eyes dancing lights behind the irises at such an impossible notion. To harbor the adoration of a mythical creature of great renown and legend, that was no easy feat. 

“I love you too,” he confessed, brushing the tip of his nose against yours, “And I hope to continue to be worthy of such affection from someone as amazing as you.”

Luffy

“A selkie, hey?” He exclaimed with glee, immediately bringing himself before you, “Does that mean I can’t give you belly rubs, a scratch and a cuddle?” At that small question, your heart immediately swelled with the fierce desire to travel with this devil-fruit user. 

“I do not think a belly rub or a scratch would be appropriate in this form, no,” your melodious and sweetened giggle sprung gleefully into the air. Luffy huffed out his own laughter, immediately wrapping his arms around your shoulders and drawing you close to him.

“Thank you for saving me, seal,” he cooed in your ear, squeezing you impossibly tight within his arms. After breaking his face away from your shoulder, he continued to hold you within his circular grip as he gazed into your eyes. You danced your gaze between his two caramel orbs, staring up at him through your eyelashes as his warm smile became contagious. 

“I am not a seal, Luffy,” you purred, baring your sharpened canine teeth at him as your smile broadened. 

Luffy couldn’t explain this emotion he felt, but he knew he wanted you to travel with him. Always with him. Never far from sight, not even when in your seal form and dancing in the waves below. He would patiently wait for you to crawl up the hull of the ship and meet your eyes with his; relishing in the ways your smile crept atop your lips as you savoured the mirrored reflection he met you with. 

He wanted to keep you. He needed to keep you. 

And you felt exactly the same. This sailor, this captain among the straw-hat pirates with the dream of becoming king of them. You wanted him as much as he wanted you. And so, you made it apparent. 

Swimming below the depths and finding the most beautiful pearl within the heart of several clams; you presented him with your treasures. You brought him the flesh of your fresh kills, presenting him with the raw, sweeter, meats and watched him enthusiastically dine on the creatures - before becoming violently ill most times.

Sanji managed to sit you down in the kitchen, reprimanding you firstly before directing you to bring them to him for him to make the meat safe for human consumption. You did not take well to this notion, wanting him to see how hard you worked to provide for your beloved captain. 

It was one night where you physically bore yourself before him, your body only clad in sheer linen as you presented your furred flesh to him with a warm flush littering your cheeks. Unaware of its significance, he immediately placed it over his body, removing his straw hat and placing your otherworldly head atop his own. It swelled your heart to witness him take to your gift with such enthusiasm, truly allowing yourself to humble before this pirate and allow him to claim you as his own. 

“Thank you, seal,” he smiled at you, wrapping the skin around himself as one would a plush duvet to shield themselves from the cold, “why are you giving me your skin? I don’t understand.”

You sighed out an exasperated breath, your shoulders slouching and brows upturning in sorrow. He immediately snapped upright and rigid, removing his hands from beneath the flesh and collecting your shoulders beneath his palms. 

“What does this mean, seal?” he asked you, his eyes displaying concern as he held you firm, “You’re not gonna leave, are you? I don’t want you to go. I want you always with me-.”

“-This means I am yours,” you confessed, your eyes refusing to meet his, “And by you accepting it; it means you are mine.” He sucked in a hasty and large breath through his nose, his eyes widening as his lungs swelled. He closed his eyes as he moved his hands over your shoulders. 

“You won’t leave? You won’t go back to your family?” He sought out your eyes with his own, angling his head down to collect your gaze, “You’ll stay with me?” 

“You’re my dream, Luffy,” you smiled, your eyes finally meeting his caramel orbs, “And I want to always be with you.”

[candyhartes]

mine to lose

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

cw: angst

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

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

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

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

and he is.

just not yours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sanjisblackasswife]

Teaching Zoro How to Kiss (SFW-ish)

WC: 1.3k

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Reader “Bullies” Zoro, because she likes him, Kissing, a Bit Suggestive

“PUSSY! LET’S GO AGAIN!”

“YOU CAN’T KEEP RUNNING AWAY THOUGH IT PISSES ME OFF!”

It’s been 2 hours of your both sparing in the Crow’s Nest. You’re not even a swordsman you just wanted to bother Zoro and play with his swords. He got annoyed with how you were swinging them around and you challenged him to fight, which of course he didn’t want to decline, but he couldn’t stand how you just constantly toyed with him.

“What if i was a real enemy?! Running can only get you so far , woman.”

You shrugged, you and him both knew if it really came down to a fight you were the last to run away, but playing dumb with Zoro was just too fun not to do.

“No worries, i can just jump on your strong back and you can protect me!” You beamed you smile at him, as he was changing, stealing a few glances at how the bright afternoon sun hit his damped tan skin. Your eyes snapped away when you seen Zoro look what at you distraught by your answer a little.

“What?! N-no you idiot what if i’m not there with you—“

“When are you NOT around me, Zo?” You giggled and shrugged once more now moving towards him as he was taking off his sweaty shirt, he immediately felt your close presence causing him to back up a little.

“Tch.” He rolled his eyes before using his sweaty shirt to wipe his face, you wasn’t sure if it was to actually dry his forehead or to clear his cheeks from the ted that was appearing on them. “It’s only because your ass is so clingy. Can’t even breathe—“

“Cut the shit you know you love when I’m around.” You inch closer to him, noticing his blush at a brighter tone of red than it was before you smirk, “You love when we train, when I annoy you, and even though you claim to like peace and quiet you sure as hell enjoy when I speak. Don’t you?”

“Shut up! Nobody cares to listen to you—“

“You’re right. You’d much rather look at me speak…that’s why you always stare at my lips when i talk.”

You could feel Zoro’s heart sink to his ass. His pupils got tiny and he gave off such an annoyed look at you as he was gritting his teeth you could see the steam come out of his head, making you laugh.

“Move.” He lightly shoved you out the way by pressing his hand against your tummy to sit back down on the cool wall to relax. He was hoping you’d just sigh and walk off to bother someone else, but he knew better and you knew better than to do such a thing.

You stared at him for a moment in thought, his light brown back muscles flexing subtly as he walked, beads of sweat dripping down his spine.

Ugh, you really hated this man and how he makes you feel.

“Whaaattt, Zo…” you skipped your way over to him and slid down on the wall to sit beside him. “I’m just pointing out the obvious.”

“Whatever.”

You snicker, “Don’t get your panties caught in a knot, bro—“

“I DON’T WEAR PANTIES—“

“See.” You point at his eyes, “You’re staring at my lips again.”

Zoro was so sick of your teasing he actually begins to cross his arms and look the other way, which was hilarious on your end.

“Y’know men only look at a woman’s lips when they wanna kiss.”

He quickly moved his eyes back on yours, you had a certain glint in your eye that made him gulp, you smirk at his now stiffened body and move his arms to crawl in between his legs.

“What are you doing?!”

“If you don’t like me this close then say that and I’ll move.”

“….”

“…good!”

“Now..”

“Kiss me.”

Of Zoro would have been drinking you would have been sprayed with sake, instead he began to choke on his spit,

Again. Hilarious.

“What?!”

“Do it. I know you want to…scared?”

He avoided your gaze, feeling you lean in closer with your hands firmly on his thighs, he got flustered again,

“Who said I would ever kiss you….pretty sure you wouldn’t be great anyways.”

“Oh, because you’ve kissed better right?”

Still not wanting to look you in the eye, you grab his cheeks to make him look at you, pressing them a little.

“You kissed other bitches?”

“You—!” He slaps your hand making you chuckle, “No!—“

“Other dudes?”

“NO!”

Then it clicked.

“….you never kissed anybody before.”

His eyes looks at you for a second, face as red a a tomato and that’s when your eyes rose.

“Who gives a shit about if I kissed someone or not?! It’s a waste of time.”

“How would you know you never kissed nobody, dumbass.”

His annoyed looked turned into embarrassment in his eyes, he looked down for a second not wanting to further the conversation, you almost felt a little bad, so you backed up fiddling your fingers.

“…I’m sorry.”

He didn’t really wanna hear it, you sigh, “It’s okay if you never kissed anyone…It’s nothing wrong with it.”

“I know it isn’t.”

It was a few seconds of awkward silence until you said fuck it and moved his face again to look at you,

“..you’re staring at my lips.” Zoro’s muffled voice broke out earning him a crooked smile.

You look at his dark low lidded eyes, somehow hoping you won’t have to ask verbally for what you wanted, it was almost as if he could read your mind because you felt his head nod a little.

You move yourself closer and plant your lips onto his, they were cold. You felt him breathe harder through his nose, also gripping his hands on your exposed thighs giving them a tight squeeze. He moved them to hold your cheeks as well to push you further into him.

He was very inexperienced, you haulted your movements to let him find his way, he couldn’t, giving you little sloppy kisses you pull away.

“I…um…my bad..”

You felt the heat from his face radiate off yours and you smile warmly, wiping his lower lip,

“Try again.” You whisper, he awkwardly shakes his head okay as he pulls you in closer to peck your lips. They were so soft and plush, he even tasted a bit of your lipgloss.

The kiss was more gentle, he furrowed his brows a bit to focus a bit, your fingers move to graze his sweaty nape, you swore you hear a small groan from him.

Zoro tilts his head to taste more of you, kissing you felt like something he couldn’t describe. The weight of your body now leaning on his as he sat back on the wall felt amazing. He allows his tongue to inch closer into your mouth. Your eyes opened for a split second feeling his big hands cup your bottom, wondering when the hell did they get there, but you didn’t want it to stop.

He was such a fast learner.

Pulling away slowly, the last thing you hear was a small smack before Zoro chuckles lowly, “Told you I can kiss.”

“You ain’t tell me shit!” You smack his chest, even with a red face he still manages to try and be a smartass.

“For a beginner you sure learn quickly..” You mumble picking at his warm collar bone.

“You’re not too bad yourself.”

“I’m fucking amazing thank you very much.”

“Oh yeah?” He adjust you to now be chest to chest, biting his lower lip staring at your breast up to your mouth, “Show me again then.”

You roll your eyes and grab the sides of his face to kiss him, in an instant his tongue was wrapped and swirling in your mouth breaking a mouth out of you in shock and you pull away.

“Wh—WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT MOVE?!”

“Luffy told me some shit he seen in Dressrosa…so I kept it in mind..”

[turtletaubwrites]

Zoro x GN!Swordsman!Reader (with a powerful/unique sword)

Thank you anon for this request! I'm still getting the hang of headcanons, so I hope you enjoy these! (Also ty to my partner because he loves Zoro and swords, and wanted to share a couple thoughts) 💚

Summary: Headcanons and drabble for Zoro with a partner that is a strong swordsman with a powerful and unique sword

Word Count: 544

Rating/Warnings: SFW, GN!Reader, Fluff, (Maybe some Angst if you squint), Swearing, Kissing, Mildly Suggestive, Implied/Brief Descriptions of Violence

A/N: Imagine Zoro nerding out with someone who shares his biggest only interest. And then they kiss 🥰 I need to see it

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Headcanons

Sparring!! Oh hot damn, the sparring is so good! The playful competition between you both makes you push yourselves even further. 

That heat can lead straight to the bedroom. Or really wherever you happen to be sparring, if you’re comfortable. Hearts racing, adrenaline filling your veins. He loves the way you challenge him. He loves the way you taste after your blades have met.

There may need to be boundaries set, especially depending on your goal. If it’s also your goal to become the world’s greatest swordsman, it may lead to more exciting and playful banter, sparring, etc. But it may lead to issues when it comes to decisions, i.e. which one of you will challenge the most powerful swordsmen in battles. (Or the inevitable circumstance of one of you truly beating the other.) It could be a playful rivalry, it could go sour, or it could be a mix of both that you’ll have to work through together.

Since you happen to possess a very powerful sword with unique abilities, Zoro will never stop suggesting you let him give it a try. It’ll come up in so many conversations, and he’ll try to convince you to give it up in a bet. You never do. 

You might occasionally use the three sword/overcompensating jokes, but only if he was really being a little shit. He'd make you pay for it though.

Oh the cute sword care moments!! It’s like a mini vacation, you both hide from the rest of the crew and silently take care of your blades. Your deep breaths match up as you run your fingers along the cool metal. 

“Hey, babe. Want me to take care of that one for ya?” “You’re not touching my sword, Zoro.”

Endless competitions. Some are breathed against your ear in a husky tease as you’re about to fight a hard battle. Some are yelled over the heads of your crewmates as a slew of enemies come charging forward.

“Bet you can’t kill that guy, faster than I get those three over there.” “Oh, fuck you, babe. I’ll get these five before you shut your stupid mouth.” “Wanna bet your sword on it?”

Drabble

“So, how many did ya get,” Zoro teased, coming up behind you to wrap his sweaty arms around your waist.

The battle had barely ended, and your breathing was still ragged, but you managed to sigh.

“I didn’t agree to that bet, babe.”

“I got twelve. No way you got more than that.”

“Wow, you’re really bragging with that number,” you laughed, turning in his arms to see his eyes narrow. 

He sucked his teeth, touching his forehead to yours before his voice came out low and dangerous.

“How many?”

“You’re not getting my sword.”

He kissed you then, pressing his body against yours. You melted into him, the heat of the battle still flowing through you. Your fingers felt almost tingly as you wrapped them around his neck. 

Breaking apart just enough to catch your breath, you saw that little twitch at the corner of his lips.

“How–”

“You’re never touching it, asshole,” you teased, rolling your eyes as you walked away. You grinned at the sound of him huffing behind you. 

“FINE, no sword! Just tell me how many you got!”

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a/n: I love this request so much! Zoro is such a fucking nerd. He'd have the best fucking time sparring with his partner 💚

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[sol-tani]

⟡ : thanks for the flowers

pairing : opla monster trio x gn!reader

genre : fluff, smau, opla

warnings : teasing, love sick men (i need a bf like them)

𖤓 : hi! this is my first one piece work ever but I plan to write more ! and write for other animes as well, if you liked it please let me know and my requests are open so feel free to send some in – no promises I’ll do them all but I’ll try my best to do so!

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[the-fluff-piece]

DEATH: NOT YOU AGAIN

Zoro: Jo, how do I get back?

DEATH: JUST OVER THERE. SEE WHERE I'M POINTING?

Zoro: yeah bye

DEATH: NO, NOT TO THE MOUNTAINS

Zoro: woopsie

DEATH: I'LL BRING YOU HOME. AGAIN.

Death got his faithful steed Binky and brought Zoro back to the land of the living, hoping that fool wouldn't get lost in the desert between life and death once a month.

He doubted that the man would ever truly be able to die, since his remarkable absence of orientation prevents him from truly finding the next world.

[mvrtaiswriting]

Hello hello! I saw you were looking for one piece head cannons, i was wondering if you can do a zoro x bounty hunter reader who was the one who sold him to the Marines, then the ended up meeting again and she ended.up.joining the crew? thanks!

Roronoa Zoro x Grudge. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :

I wanna start by thanking you for requesting this!! i loved the idea and I had so much fun writing it, i hope this matches your expectations. x 

warnings: none. gender neutral!!

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Luffy asked you to join the crew after helping in one of the toughest battles of their journey. Your strength grew exponentially since the last time you saw Luffy and the crew, and so did you.

Your views and morals shifted completely. Life challenged you in ways that no one could ever imagine, and for a split second, Zoro couldn't even believe his eye. You were a seemed like a completely different person.

Swiftly fighting your opponents, Zoro observed the way you handled the battle ground. You made it look easy, and he hated it. He admired your power, the way every movement you made was entrenched with passion, fierce, decision. You didn't come to play - and he respected that. After all, you were risking your life to help him and his captain. Ironic, he thought.

Your ability on the battle field wasn't new to Zoro, he had to lost to you already. That was one of his most painful scars, one that was still open and that still hurt him. Despite his admiration, he really struggled to trust you. No one guaranteed that you wouldn't use this opportunity to sell the whole crew to the marines - their bounty was way higher now.

Zoro was so focussed on studying your movements and trying to decipher your intentions, that he, oddly enough, didn't notice the enemy behind him, ready to hit him.

The clash of your swords against the opponents brought Zoro back to reality. Turning around, he saw your body shielding his, your sword stopping the enemy's attack. Not only you most likely saved his life - but you spared him a potential scar on his back.

When the crew finally made their way to the ship, you were invited to join by a worried Chopper. "An infected injury could be fatal - let me take care of you!" he'd say, dragging you to his studio.

Zoro never thanked you for what you did; not verbally, at least. But when the crew asked him if he was okay with you joining the crew, he simply nodded. This didn't mean he trusted you now - he just thought it would be better to have you as an ally than an enemy. Also, it was a good opportunity to control your movements and understand your intentions.

When you first joined the crew, the two of you mostly avoided each other, apart from some silently agreed training sessions. You would both casually be at the gym at the same time, ready to train and pushing each other to your limits. This caused the two of you to spend most of the time together, turning these training your little training session into an intimate habit of yours. Despite the two of you openly admitting to not like each other. 

Clashing your swords and battling violently was the best way to settle your unresolved argument. Painful provocations quickly became flirty remarks, hitting each other became the perfect excuse to touch each other's skin. He was the fuel to your fire.

During one of your train sessions, you made Zoro fall on the floor, his back violently slamming against it. He was quick to grab your leg, causing you to fall right on top of him. Resting your hands at the side of his head, the tips of your noses were now inches away.

"I won, Roronoa." you smirked. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in response, rolling his eye in annoyance, trying to hide a smirk.

"Can you shut up?" he barked back. You only raised an eyebrow in response, your smirk slowly turning more into a playful grin.

"Make me."

[bullshxtvixen]

Thinking about virgin!zoro and how he just can’t fuck anyone cause his dick is just too big for most people to handle so he has to fuck his own hand every night 🥹

[cowboyjigen]

WHATS A GUY GOTTA DO?!

or zoro tries (and fails) to swoon the person of his dreams (multiple times)

warnings: joking angst (zoro is just bad with emotions), love-drunk zoro agenda, simp zoro agenda, zoro agenda :), zoro gets advice from the wrong people (sanji, frankie, brook), chopper wing man arc, i probably didn’t capitalize names cause ugh, these tags aren’t fully accurate i just can’t be bothered lmao

“Sanji. You cannot say anything to anyone about this.” Sanji looked up from the plates in front of him, side-eyeing the swordsman.

“Say anything about what?” He fully turned to Zoro, who was standing in the doorway holding what looked to be a box of chocolates and flowers. “And just who are those for?” He half-laughed, racking his brain for who Zoro would go as far as buying sweets for.

Zoro cleared his throat before speaking, “They’re, uh, for Y/N.” His face flushed as he looked away from the blonde.

“And who convinced you to get those?”

Still looking away he answered, “Chopper.” That was it for Sanji, he couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore.

“You need far more than that to woo the true beauty that is Y/N. Let me help.” Zoro cringed, he know this was going to be a bad idea. 

But alas, he didn’t have any other options so he nodded.

“What are you two doing?” A voice rang from bellow where the two stood.

“Zoro is wants to get with Y/N!” Sanji called back, peering over the edge, “I’m helping him set up an uber romantic dinner venue.”

Brook let out a laugh, “Dinner is never complete without entertainment! Oh I know I’ll write a song to perform just for the pair of you!” He danced around joyously “Oh but first let me help you set up!”

Brook hopped up to be met by an eccentric Sanji and equally embarrassed Zoro. “Now, do you think a cream or vanilla table cloth goes better?”

Zoro stood awkwardly to the side as the two gushed over things that he thought were honestly just trivial. Flower placement, which side the salad fork goes, where to perfect put each chair so the lighting was right. If made his head hurt, so he quietly moved off to the side where he found Frankie looking confused at the antics.

“What’s all that about?”

“I made the mistake of agreeing to have Sanji help with asking Y/N out.”

“If it’s a date you want then you just gotta impress them with your sick moves and body!” He struck a pose and Zoro looked down at himself for a second.

He couldn’t really fathom what was special. Sure he’s a good swordsman, and his body isn’t all that bad. But the longer he looked the more scars of failure he noticed and the more he noticed the more in his head he became.

So engrossed in his insecurities, Zoro failed to notice the person walking towards him. He also failed to notice the shouting of his name until two hands were placed on his shoulder.

“Huh?” He finally looked up, Frankie was gone. In the distance he could see Brook and Sanji waiting for an all clear. His cheeks flushed again.

“I said, do you know what they’re up too?” a thumb jutted backwards, he didn’t need to look to see what they were pointing at.

“It’s um. They helped me. Uh.” He stuttered before cursing under his breath, “They were helping me set up dinner. I was hoping you’d join me? As a date?”

“Hmm, Sanji’s cooking, Brook’s singing, and you,” a finger was pointed at his chest, “as my date? How could I say no.”

Zoro smiled taking Y/N by the hand, “Then by all accounts,” he gestured to the table.

“Y’know, if you wanted to ask me out you could have just gotten me chocolates.” Zoro blushed for the nth time that day, he’d have to tell Chopper that he was right all along.

[licorice-tea]

Hi, could you write Roronoa zoro with prompt D? Thank you in advance 🌹

I Just Wanna Dance (With You)

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x reader

Content: dancing, one or two mentions of drinking, zoro is down bad for reader, gender nuetral reader, reader wears jewelry, some platonic robin & zoro (sibling vibes), fluffy little drabble :0

Word Count: 0.5k

A/N: I made this short and sweet since I still have a lot of requests to get too, and i also tried to interpret the prompt in a new/different way so hopefully you like it anon! ty for requesting <3

The Strawhats are throwing a party- what’s new? Sanji is getting extravagant mouth watering dishes out onto plates at record speed while Brook cycles through crew favorites and new tunes.

Zoro doesn’t always know what to do with himself during events like these. Sure, the feeling of triumph after saving a town from whatever disaster has come there way is always enjoyable, but besides drinking…. not much else to do.

Besides watch you, of course. You’re always the life of the party through his eyes. That’s what it must mean to be the life of the party: to have people’s eyes so naturally drawn to you, even when you’re just jumping and twirling around screaming song lyrics like every other person on the dance floor. And Zoro’s eyes always land on you, at some point or another, so he’s always thought of you as the “life of the party” type.

As he’s lost in the sight and thoughts of you, Zoro feels a tap on his left shoulder. He looks to the left and sees no one. “Are you going to ask them to dance?” comes a voice from his right. He quickly turns to his right to see Robin, smirking at how he fell for her little prank.

Zoro shrugs, “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hm. A word of advice, swordsman; watching and waiting won’t get you anywhere. Espescially not with y/n,” she smiles softly, “I love them, but they’re not going to pick up on all your… subtlety.”

“Hmph. Okay.”

Robin offers another smile and pats his shoulder reassuringly, at which Zoro glares and shrugs her off in the same way a brother would with his doting older sister. He downs the rest of his glass and gets up.

Zoro tries to find you, as he walks onto the dance floor, but he finds it was easier keeping an eye on you from a distance than it is between at least a hundred other people. He becomes lost in the crowd, consistently getting turned around and blinded by flashes of sparkly clothing as he searches for you. But he knows you’re somewhere near the center, so he resolves to keep pushing through. Finally, he sees you in all your joyful, rhythmic, glory. You’re just one star among the many tonight, but you somehow remain brighter than any other. The way you spin with your hands in the air makes it so any and all light reflects off your jewelry and eyes, and he is obsessed.

Despite getting pushed and shoved by the other party goers, Zoro stays rooted in place as he looks at you. Eventually he pulls himself out of his trance (once enough people have cursed at him for not moving), and takes a few steps forward until he’s standing right behind you. His hand catches your waist, and you gasp as you look over your shoulder to see who it is. When your eyes meet, you smile at him, and Zoro smiles back.

“Want to dance?”

[pauking5]

it makes me so happy to see you guys enjoying under the mistletoe 🫠. zoro... he means a lot to me and most of the time i get second thoughts when trying to write him. but i'm glad that fluffy piece is out, though a little late from christmas time :)

[angelltheninth]

Making Roronoa Zoro a Real Dad

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, daddy to dad, creampie, leglock, mating press

A/N: This is both breed and pregnant.

"H-Hold on... gonna come soon... need to pull out..." Zoro groaned on top of you, his hips moving against yours, cock barely pulling out of you before bottoming out again. The clenching of your inner walls made his words almost die on his tongue before he spoke them. There was conflict within him, his words saying one thing, his mind, heart and body saying another.

He needed help deciding. You knew what he wanted, what he spoke off late at night when he thought you were asleep in his arms. He often talked about giving you a baby and then pulled out at the last second. It was never the right time, too much danger to raise a child, that's what he said.

But where was the danger now? In your costal little town, in your cozy little house, in each other's arms, married. Everything you dreamed of together.

You could feel his cock pulsing, his brows were furrowed as sweat dripped across them, his mouth open and body taunt, resisting staying inside your pussy, but just barely. He couldn't make his mind up so you did it for him. When he pulled back you locked your legs around him, ankles firmly pressed over each other and arms around his back. "I don't care if you do it inside. I want it, I want your cum, I want you make me pregnant. Don't just say it this time. Please." You didn't expect the rush of emotions when you said the words, or the tears down your cheeks.

"Babe... you really mean that? You want to make me a dad?" Zoro smiled down at you and let his cock sink back in balls deep, out as far as your legs allowed before your thighs squeezed around his hips and you pulled him back down.

"Yes... put a baby in me please, please..." You whimpered, begged and pulled at him, your cunt trying to keep his cock from going anywhere but deeper inside. Zoro pushed himself up, pressing on you harder, your knees pushed closer to your chest and slammed into you with a new purpose. "Please... daddy."

"Fuck... that's... fuck it." Smack after smack, moan after moan filled your ears as Zoro kept rutting into your cunt, "I'll fill this pussyhole up with my cum. You'll be so full it'll flow out of you, there won't be anymore empty room inside you when I... come!" With one last thrust Zoro sent a wave of warm seed into your womb which you accepted with a smile. "Get pregnant, this better get you pregnant. You wanted this, take my cum and get fucking pregnant. Want to see you round and swollen with our baby."