YOU KNOW WHAT⁉️THESE CHEATING ANGST THAT I’VE BEEN READING LITERALLY AFFECTED ME MENTALLY–I COULDN’T EVEN VIEW MYSELF BEING WITH MY FAVES ANYMORE BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE THEY’RE GONNA CHEAT ON ME AND I WOULDN’T BLAME THEM i literally read angst to motivate myself that i deserve better but now im in a slump of insecurity and WRATH
i think seeing an y/n who knows they deserve better and put their cheating partners on their places WOULD HELP so pls recommend some shawtys ☝️
➡ nsfw. Demon! Roronoa Zoro x F! Reader x Sanji ~ Stay Away From The King of Hell ~
Hi guys! I wanted to write a little scenario and I ended up with an nsfw fic including Sanji into a bisexual fantasy Also, my beautiful friend @the-witch-of-one-piece gave me the idea of making these demon! Zoro stories a serie! If you like the idea please tell me so I can keep writing them :3
tw: nsfw. Zosan action. dp. dom! demonic! Zoro. Sub! Reader. Sub! Sanji. Zoro is possessed so he will be acting like the devil, don’t expect a romantic fic here :P
wc: 3.5k
He hasn’t been the same since Wano. Zoro has changed. None of you dared to say nothing, but every one of you noticed. A growing appetite for red meats… raw red meats. The bloodier, the better. Sanji is not trying to stop him any longer.
“What are we going to do?” every nakama ask when Zoro is taking one of his usual naps. Yet, things have changed there too… He only sleeps during the day and never during the nights.
“(Name), do you have any idea?” Nami asks you because you are Zoro’s predilect nakama. He has a special affinity for you, and you for him. Love? Yeah, maybe you two are in love. But Zoro doesn’t care. He protects you, yes. But he doesn’t care about the tags. Sex? Of course… but not since Wano.
Zoro has been avoiding sleeping next to you, touching, kissing, grazing you. And you been doing the same… all of you have. The image of his transformation still lingers your memories, from dying to that… thing. Feral, drooling, so ready to drink the blood of his enemies. Purple and green, he looked like the King of Hell…
Zoro is the King of Hell.
He grunts during his sleep, who knows against what he is fighting. Is that thing going to sprout from his insides once again? When you are asleep? During the day? During the night?
“You should go and talk to him, (Name)-chwan. You are the one who spoke to him the last time. I’ll be backing you up in case he goes feral” Sanji suggests, and he is right. The only voice able to calm him down was yours.
“Fine” you mumble, not sure. That man right there… is still your lover? Is Roronoa Zoro still? You take a look at his sleeping position against the mast of the Thousand Sunny Go as the Sun slowly hides over the horizon. His jaw tensed, his arms muscles spasming. His nails have grown slightly longer and now are carving in his own palms as he clenches his hands.
He has periods of normality, but usually he isolates himself. Away from you, from your crew. But for how long this situation will go on? It’s time to act.
An icy full moon shines now over a black firmament full of stars, and you, wary walk towards him. He is now awake, hands behind his head, his katanas on his right side (good sign) and steel eye fixed on the moon.
The sound of your steps over the deck alerts him, in a sudden and violent motion he looks at you and you freeze.
His aura it’s perceivable, more than always. Nobody has such an intimidating sight like him, and as now you all know, that aura comes from nothing else than a real demon.
You can feel Sanji’s flames igniting around his ankles at your back, yet he still says nothing. Normally, he would shout at him to stop but not now. The mission consists of talking to Zoro in the most peaceful way possible.
“Why are you coming, (Name)?” Zoro asks, once his sight has returned and fixed into the moon. “I- I miss you, Zoro” you mumble, because you do, and think that if you talk about your feelings he would somehow, treat you kindly.
“I told you not to come closer” Zoro grunts, the veins on his temple growing and pumping. “Oi Marimo…” Sanji grunts back, already losing the little patient he has left. How dare he speak like that to a woman?
“Cook, you too. Please” the green haired samurai says, surprisingly politely and trying to calm himself with all of his strength. Sanji’s brows twitch. That’s not how Zoro would normally talk to him, not even ask something with “please”.
You turn around to look at your blonde nakama, tears are flooding your eyes. “I’m sorry” Sanji mouths, and dares to place one of his hands on your shoulder. Wrong decision.
In less than a second, as fast as possible, even more than Sanji’s super speed, Zoro appears at your back. His eye fixes on Sanji’s hand and then into the blonde’s eye. You stay froze, eyes widened, a cold shiver running through your back. The tingling sound of Zoro’s sharp blades, and the draining effect of Enma could be felt on your and Sanji’s bodies.
You swallow, tilting your head to the side as Zoro’s big, veiny, calloused hand now rests on your free shoulder. Sanji’s blue visible eye holds a flame inside, and you could only think Zoro’s probably too.
“Sanji… why are you touching her?” Zoro whispers, holding a beast about to burst. Both, Sanji and you, gasp to hear Zoro naming him for the very first time. “Zoro… I was just comforting her. She wanted to talk to you, and you pushed her away” Sanji firmly, also naming him, says.
A silence, that seems eternal, you unable to move wait for the inevitable to happen in a matter of seconds. But none of them move, and it seems as if your body was the perfect shield, the only thing that was holding Zoro back.
But you were wrong and in a sudden motion, Zoro’s hand end up under your chin, squeezing your cheeks with his fingers. “You want to fuck her, don’t you?” he asks, completely unexpectedly. Zoro has never ever pronounced the world fuck in front of anybody, and you are sure not even in front of you either.
Sanji gets angrier and angrier, and he knows too well he could handle Zoro in his demon form just fine, but you are in the middle, and he has to protect you. “Marimo, stop this. Let her go, you are hurting her. You know that I’m not attacking you because she is in the middle” he says. “Let her go, now”.
“You haven’t answered yet. You wanna fuck her, Sanji?” Zoro asks again, pronouncing the chef’s name in a rather lustful tone. The green haired demon tilts your head to the side and licks in the most sinful possible way your cheek.
You react to his touch almost immediately, scared but so needy for it. “And I bet you want to fuck him, too… don’t you?” Zoro whispers into your ear, warmth breath, making your skin go all bumpy.
From Sanji’s nose, the most delicate little thin red line falls. Of course, this makes him aroused, but you seem to be in danger and inside him a storm of contradictions take place. “Let her go, Marimo” he screams, trying to kick him.
But your lips semi opened with ectasis expression, the teasing, even Zoro’s shameless speech is killing him, and he loses focus. So much he does, Zoro easily stops him from keep moving.
Enma’s edge to his neck, making his marked chin go up to avoid being beheaded. “Marimo… what…?” he stutters with a mix in between anger, hornyness and fright in his voice.
Zoro smirks and licks his upper lip. “Now you two are gonna get what you’ve been looking for. I told you not to come closer, and still you did. As the King I am you should comply” he states, passing his free hand now over your breasts.
You gasp and press your legs together; you need to give your throbbing sex some kind of release. You would lie if this weren’t something you have dreamt of many times but… is this moral? Is this safe?
“I can smell how wet you are from here, (Name)” Zoro mumbles, once again presenting beasty characteristics. “You want this, don’t you? Then turn around for your King, come on” he orders you and you do.
Sanji tries to tell you stop, but the metallic cold feeling of Enma’s blade on his Adam’s apple as it moves makes him shut up immediately.
Zoro’s hand land on Sandai Kitetsu that up until now was hanging from his hips so gracefully. “Marimo…” Sanji moans, this time he is really scared. “Shh I’m not gonna hurt her, just wanna get rid of those clothes”
Just the tip of his blade is enough to cut your shorts, shirt, and bra in the middle. Both pieces fall to the side exposing your whole anatomy to him. Your hands are behind your back, and your widened eyes express fear and lust.
Sanji’s nosebleed is now profuse, and that’s just more fuel to the flame.
“Sanji… you know how much I need blood, don’t you?” Zoro says, still with Enma to the cook’s neck and with a demonic expression. Sanji simply nods, barely moving any muscle and waits for the King of Hell’s next movement.
The little drops that fall from the blonde’s nose, trail a path from it towards his lips. Ferrous taste invading his mouth, inviting Zoro to drink from such ambrosia. “Stay still, Sanji” he commands, and the blade of his sword barely grazes the white skin up from his neck to his lips collecting drops of it in it.
Zoro takes Enma to his mouth, licking the blood off from it in the most lascivious imagery. “Zo-“ Sanji lips tremble, excitedly, horny? You don’t get exactly what’s going on and still rejoice on living it.
“Hah, they say princes have blue blood… but yours it’s so red and delicious” Zoro grunts, now taking his steely iris to yours. He is marking his next victim, and oh girl, your naked body in front of him it’s the one.
Your nipples get hard with the breeze of the night in the Grandline. Every nakama went to sleep as planned, you all needed full calm around Zoro in order to talk to him… but plans changed just a little…
“Come closer” the swordsman tells you, and as you do his mouth quickly land on your breasts. Sharp fangs, yet still human, nibble on your sensitive buttons. He pulls, bites and sucks. You whine, with your palm covering your mouth and closing your eyes as you feel despicable for enjoying this.
But Zoro is not ashamed, and nor seems Sanji. He sucks and fix his eye into his partner, showing him a lustful show and a bisexual fantasy. Will Sanji succumb to such thing? The Devil is known to tempt his victims and that’s exactly what Zoro is doing.
Zoro’s tongue sticked out plays with your nipple, the wind now freeze and make them even harder. Hard like Sanji’s crotch, hard, dripping, staining his black trousers with salty, sticky precum.
“Look at you, cook… so miserable” Zoro laughs, and moves Enma down indicating his friend to kneel on the deck of the Thousand Sunny go. “Come here crawling and undress me”.
You open your eyes, is this happening for real? Will Sanji comply to such orders?
And he does. You don’t know exactly if it’s just Zoro’s aura that’s able to make people move as he pleases or is that Sanji is really doing this because he wants it. But he does, and his skilful hands began unbuttoning Zoro’s green coat until the top half part of it hangs at each side of his hips.
Sanji’s pointy perfect nose barely graze Zoro’s hipbones, inhaling the scent of his caramel, covered in scars, skin. “Calm down, Sanji…” Zoro scolds him, as if he was lesser than a pet. Though Sanji seemed to be drooling over both of yours and Zoro’s half nudity.
“Let me ask you again, Sanji… Do you wanna fuck her?” Zoro asks, pushing the Germa prince, making him fall back on his ass. Sanji blinks, looking at him and then at you. “I- I…”
“Say you want it, Sanji-kun~” you moan, both because you want it and also because Zoro’s knee is playing in between your thighs now. “The little slut wants you, cook… come on”
Zoro turns you around and makes you walk towards the railing. “Arms on the rail, spread” he commands, using Sandai Kitetsu’s blade in between your legs. His heavy hand on your head, pulling from your hair to make you face him. “Are you gonna let the cook fuck you rough? Hm?” he asks, smirking and licking the commissure of his lips where a trail of Sanji’s dried blood rests.
You nod, panting as the excitement and exhilaration of this whole situation is making you act like a needy mess. “Good whore, serving your King as you should” he spits, putting your head down so your back arches and your ass ends lifted up.
Sanji still on the floor, startled to even say something look like a starving animal, drooling and needy to touch, to lick, to fuck you. “Come here, Sanji. Show me how you fuck her”
As fast as Zoro has said that to him, the cook is up walking towards you two to fulfil the duty of fucking you just as you asked him to. His soft, cared palms land on the small of your back and him, desperately, doesn’t even wait to undress he just lowers his zipper to stick himself inside you.
But the demon inside Zoro won’t let him do such terrible thing, oh no. And instead, Zoro wants to have a little bit more fun…
“As I thought, desperate. Cook, should I teach you how it’s done?” Zoro says, stopping Sanji as his arm passes from the back all across the cook’s belly. “Zoro- why?” Sanji pants and protests and lets you dripping wet as he hasn’t filled you up with his dick yet.
Zoro’s cynic laugh resonates in both of you. You are so drawn to touch yourself; you can’t take it anymore. “Look Sanji, look. Look how the whore is touching herself. She wants our dicks to fill her up” the swordsman whispers into Sanji’s ear, grazing it with his lips.
Sanji trembles, both because he wants to fuck you and because of the intense teasing, the sinful act of succumbing to a man’s touch. Him, Vinsmoke Sanji, a Casanova, getting harder because of a man doing that to him. What a contradiction, what a beautiful, libidinous temptation.
The blonde’s mind becomes blurry, he needs release, and the now drops of drools from Zoro’s bite on his neck ends up with him completely surrendered and whatever he wants to do with him.
Much to Sanji’s surprise, Zoro gently unbuttons his shirt as he asks for him to unbuckle his belt. “See her dripping cunt? She is getting off just by hearing us do this” he whispers, voice getting lower and raspier. And hell, Zoro is right. You can’t help but trace circles on your clit as you can barely see them so close, so lasciviously almost dancing with the other. What’s inside of Zoro is definitely changing everything, not only in between you two, but his whole relationship with his nakamas… specially with Sanji.
Zoro’s hardness pressed against the cook’s back. Calloused hands that now reach for white, scarless abs, go up and down. And Sanji’s nape rests on Zoro’s shoulder with his lips semi open, subdued to the most carnal desires.
“Give me your hand, cook” Zoro commands, and surrounding one of Sanji’s hands he takes it to his lower belly, going down in a painful slow-motion. “Zoro… please” Sanji begs, at this point he wants to be touched.
“Don’t rush, cook” the swordsman says, biting once again his neck this time feeling sharper than before. Zoro’s demon is blooming, manifesting in his physical traits… and none of you have a problem with it. The first time you saw that creature you didn’t thought it was horrible, but sexy, worthy of a dark God, hybrid human with a feral façade and attitude. Feral, scary, but absolutely irresistible.
Sanji’s hand with Zoro’s around it finally get to the prince’s throbbing shaft. The sticky wetness that has left the trousers of the cook damped bathe Zoro’s back of his hand. “Ah… Sanji…” he grunts, allowing the trousers that barely hang from Sanji’s prominent hipbones to slide down to the ground.
Exposed milky crotch, reddish, almost purple tip sprouting slippery arousal product. Fingers around his shaft, up and down, pumping together. Whet teeth carving marks on fair shoulders, making Sanji whine uncontrollably, with tears forming in the corner of his eyes.
“I’m gonna… cum” Sanji states, trembling, realizing Zoro has become fully transformed and even tiny horns have grown from his forehead. You on the verge of maybe the second orgasm already, have your sight fixed on them as they even haven’t noticed you are there.
“You are not cumming until I tell you so, Sanji. You, (Name) who told you to stop? Prepare your cunt we are gonna fuck you now” he conducts, and you, as fast as possible return to your position of hands on the rail and ass up for them.
Zoro stops jerking Sanji and makes him come closer to your entrance. “If you are gonna cum, you are gonna do it inside of her”. He doesn’t wait and guides his partner’s dripping dick inside of your clenching walls. You moan, loudly, causing your whines to be heard all over the Grandline vast ocean being plied by your ship.
“Sh, whore” Zoro let Sanji alone, who at this point is fucking you mercilessly. “Suck it” he commands, while the green robe ends up completely on the ground as well as his black pants. His hardness so tempting, multiplied by the effect of black patterns drawn over his skin, specially from his hip bones down.
You receive his sex in your mouth, allowing to be choked with salty delight sprouting from it. Thrusts at your back, thrusts on your mouth, pulling from your hair, and Sanji’s nails carving at each side of your glutes. Breaking you in half, the wings of the Pirate King destroy you. Your legs turn weaker and weaker. Almost impossible to stay standing, your knuckles become white from how hard you are gripping to the railing not to fall.
When Sanji show inevitable signs of bursting, Zoro who hasn’t ever stopped fucking your mouth snatches the blonde’s cheeks. “Look at your face, little whore” he smirks, enjoying the rapt expressions of Sanji’s upcoming orgasm.
A moan ripped from his throat, breathed into Zoro’s mouth as he bites the cook’s pinkish juicy lips. A moan followed by yours, feeling so full of Sanji’s release you also cum moaning around Zoro’s hard shaft.
“Good you too, but it’s not the end… who should I fuck first?”
Pushing Sanji back, making his cum drip from your entrance through your thighs and into the floor, Zoro turns you around. You gasp, still trembling for the past orgasm. The look into his eyes have changed even more, and the steel colour of his irises is covered by a purple gaze.
“Zoro…” you stutter. “King of Hell, little whore” he corrects you and lifts you up sitting you on the rail. Dangerously balancing yourself your legs surround his waist and your hands grab his little horns. “Hah, the whore found a good use for these” he laughs, looking up towards his little sprouting protrusions.
He doesn’t wait and impales you, even if your overly sensitive entrance would use some rest, he won’t give you the pleasure to do so. His hips, strong and merciless move in and out of you, and his sharp teeth graze your lips painfully making them bleed a little.
The ferrous taste of your red vital fluid makes him even feral, and you feel as if your insides are being ripped. But you don’t care, you want more, more and more. You want that beast to go in so deep, deepest every time. You look at the muscles of his body tense, his mandible, the perfection of the scar crossing his chest tensing too.
A quick look at the side towards the man who had just fucked you some minutes ago gives you the imagery of a blond already hard again, jerking him off, fixing his sight in the way Zoro fucks you and you enjoy being impaled.
“Sanji, little whore, come here” Zoro manages to say, in between guttural demonic grunts and sweaty temples. And Sanji, as if he knew exactly what his friend wanted comes closer to you too. You open your eyes and look at them kiss in the most passionate, lecherous way. It makes you wanna join, and so you do, slowly but surely.
Three tongues dancing with each other, strings of saliva forming in between them, the most sinful attitude, worthy of the very King and vassals of hell.
“Fuck her too, stretch this cunt with me” Zoro commands his friend and so that’s what the blonde does. Zoro walks a little back so Sanji can fit in between you and the railing and when it’s all set his dick slides inside you. It stretches you to no extent, the grazing of both of them sexes inside you, pumping in and out in unison. Sanji’s little whines on your ear, Zoro’s grunt on your lips…
Trembling, coming. Coming them too, your uterus full of their releases. Your skin with marks, scratches of Zoro’s longer nails, the dried blood of your bitten lips… Let’s descend to hell and never come back…
“That’s why I told you to stay away from me, (Name), Sanji… I haven’t still tamed my demon… and it’s so hungry”
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the author sent a letter : ❝dear jen, to say i got a bit carried while writing this is a bit of an understatement! but i hope you’ll like it as much as i liked writing it, all while cackling like a villain as i was writing this. thank you tons for the sweet words, you are such a sweetheart and i’m so lucky to know you! sending you lots of love!
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──➤Prompt used : #15 “Look at what you’re doing to me.” ─➤Genre :Smut. ➤Warnings :MINORS DO NOT READ THIS, 18+ ONLY. Sexual intercourse, jealous sex, mild degradation, choking, biting, cunninlingus, penetration, spanking (once), sir kink.
The weather of the New World was often unforgiving, unpredictable, and at times, untamable. Sometimes, Mother Nature showed she was capable of crossing the limit of Nami’s extended knowledge regarding climate (and God knows her brain was severely infused with every secrets regarding the different kinds of weather, rendering her as a living, walking encyclopedia.) But alas, sometimes the rage of Mother Nature would be thrown upon any poor ship unready to face her wrath in the forms of undying tornados and waves that could reach the sky.
Hence why, every morning, Nami’s prediction on today’s weather was awaited by all, very much like a prophecy which was often set to come true— and if said prophecy announced any kind of weather gravitating around the lexical field of a natural catastrophe, one wouldn’t be surprised to perceive Usopp down on his knees in a praying position, diverse and unintelligible wishes to survive Mother Nature’s anger.
Much to the crew’s collective joy, the navigator had announced the most ideal weather— sunshine, a slight breeze and no cloud in sight, what appeared to be a regular weather in heaven. And, why of course, such a hot weather meant that both Nami and the local archeologist, Nico Robin, would bathe under the sun and relieve any kind of tension which had settled in after several fights (or just the exhaustion of having to deal with Luffy on a daily basis.)
And there you were, standing like a mannequin in the girls’ room in company of Nami and Robin, the latter throwing you an amused look at the way Nami was comparing which bikini would look better on you— the red one, an appeal for passion, or the black one, a statement of boldness? Her brows furrowed in unison at her poor attempt to make a decision, comparing how the colors married the shade of your skin.
« Robin, how are we feeling about the red bikini? It’s so cute, but I have a feeling something is missing… » The navigator wondered, her gaze falling on the taller woman next to her.
Robin couldn’t refrain from allowing a giggle from leaving her lips, surely it meant that she had her idea, an ill-intentioned one, that is. And, oh well, to say she had just a mere idea was an understatement : as she remained still, Robin summoned a couple of limbs to look for a green-colored bikini hidden in the drawers only to bring it to Nami’s attention. The two women shared a teasing glance, as if they communicated intentions filled with mischief through their eyes alone.
« I do believe something was missing, too. » Robin trailed off, bringing an index under her chin. « Something that might appeal to a certain swordsman. »
The evil cackle falling from Nami’s lips announced nothing good, and the sweet tone of her voice only deepened that sentiment. « You know how the saying goes : great minds think alike. »
« Hold on, what are you—… » You began, only to be cut off by the navigator, « Yeah, yeah, whatever you have to say, Y/N. We’re not fools, you know? You’re going to look like a real stunner with this bikini on, and I know that a certain someone won’t be able to resist. » She concluded her sentence with a wink sent your way, boy, sometimes you did understand why Zoro called her a witch at times.
« Join us when you’re ready, Y/N. I’m intrigued to see how this will go. » Concluded Robin, accompanying Nami towards the door to let you some privacy so you could change into the bikini, not that you have never changed in front of them and vice versa, but oh well.
You were now all alone, still haven’t moved an inch. Your thumb was brushing against the green fabric of the bikini over and over again until it had become some kind of obsession. But the more the motions continued, the more you realized that perhaps there was no other way to get out of this trap glamorously set by Robin and Nami. A sigh of despair left your lips, swearing to yourself that you’d have your payback sooner than later.
The door of the girls’ bedrooms slammed open, allowing your figure sculpted by the finest hands of the muses of beauty to be exposed to the kisses of the sun. The first sound to rip apart your thoughts was a squeal which left Nami’s mouth, the latter shaking Robin’s forearm with urgency to bring her attention onto you. « Robin, Robin! Look at her, isn’t she to die for? I’d bet all my money that Zoro is going to throw himself on her. I mean, just look at her! »
The same amused smile graced Robin’s facial traits, lowering her shades just a bit to have a good glance at how the oh so awaited green bikini embraced your body. « I must confess that it’s impossible to resist her. »
The words leaving her lips became clearer and clearer the more you approached them, a palette of rosy tones sitting proudly on top of your cheekbones at their compliments. « We saved you a seat, Miss I’m-too-sexy-for-my-own-good. Come with us! » Nami said, patting the empty spot next to her to which you wordlessly replied with a nod, sitting between her and Robin.
« You’re so evil, I kinda hate you for it. » A smile plastered upon your lips as the words died on your tongue.
« You love us and you know it. » Nami replied, letting her hand lingering on your forearm. « Ooh, would you look at that, Robin? The show is about to begin. » She concluded, taking a sip out of her cocktail with a gleam of mischief shining in her eyes.
And by show, the navigator undoubtedly meant the sudden appearance of the Sunny’s resident lover who had stormed out of the kitchen with a plate of different kinds of treats and cocktails for his ladies, spoiling them rotten on sunny days if it meant he could allow his eyes to linger a bit on your bodies in bikinis.
The first act of the show had begun in a flashy manner, as soon as Sanji closed the door leading to the kitchen behind him, the plate he was holding had fell onto the floor, a loud echo reasoning into the swordsman’s ears who was stuck in a deep state of slumber… Until now.
« I must have saved a country in my previous life to be worthy of such a privilege. » Sanji sobbed, falling onto his knees, « Y/N, you’re a goddess amongst us, we’re not worthy, I’m not worthy of your beauty. I will worship you everyday, I will cover you in love until my very last breath! » The cook continued, more and more praises falling from his lips in a continuous cascade as your cheeks were getting more and more red by the second. Alas, the more the blonde sang your praises, the more the swordsman was stirring awake— and if there was one thing Zoro hated with passion besides Sanji, it was waking up to loud noises.
Sanji had approached you, on one knee, the back of your hand pressed against his lips as the tears falling from his lips mixed with the blood leaking from his nose. « Thank you, my goddess, thank you for blessing my sore eyes. Words can’t describe how—… » And he went on and on again, his lips still traveling from the back of your hand to your forearm under Nami’s disgusted stare who yanked you away from him.
« My goddess—… »
« Oi! Do you ever shut up, stupid cook? » And despite the numerous occasions on which Zoro and Sanji have fought, Zoro’s words seemed intensely more acerbic, as sharp as the swords laying to his side, which even surprised Sanji.
« Were you talking to me, mosshead? » Sanji taunted.
« I don’t see anyone else here acting like a damn fool. » Zoro began, his sole eye conveying so much anger you could feel it. « Know your place. »
Nami elbowed Robin once more, the latter having long forgotten about the book sitting on her lap at this point. Sanji stepped towards the swordsman, dangerously reducing the space between the both of them until their foreheads were touching. There was no frown noticeable on Zoro’s face, but a blank expression which let through a pure anger. « She belongs to me, hands off what’s mine. » The swordsman spat, his shoulder hitting Sanji’s as he walked past him, leaving the cook in a stupor.
« Oi! You. » He said, pointing at your frame with his index. « Follow me. You and I are gonna’ have a word. »
He cursed himself for allowing his gaze to fall on your form, knowing damn well that with each second he spent looking at you in this green bikini (this damn color, he thought), the more he was falling under the spells casted by the muses of lust.
« Go get some! » Nami whispered, her tongue gracing her bottom lip.
« We expect all the details afterwards, my dear Y/N. » Robin giggled.
You had barely enough time to form any kind of response that you felt the foreign presence of Zoro’s digits snaking around your wrists and yanking you towards him. « Hey, I’m sure we can talk about this calmly, right? We can chat about it over a drink, I’ll ask Sanji to—… » Alas, your sentence never found its end, your mind going numb at the death glare Zoro sent your way as you mentioned Sanji’s name. But, paradoxically enough, it only fueled your arousal even more.
Zoro led you to the crow’s nest, trapping you and him both inside the same room. And as the silence grew heavier and heavier, until becoming asphyxiating, Zoro’s snicker broke the silence in the most mischievous way. A look of confusion was painted on your face, and you were quick to point at it. « W-What are you laughing at? »
« Do you think I’m fucking stupid? » Zoro half-asked.
You tilted your head to the side, slowly backing away until your back met the unforgiving surface of the wooden wall. « Answer me. » He demanded, one of his hand grabbing both of your wrists in one hold pinned above your head whilst his other hand cradled your jaw so you had no choice but devote your attention onto him.
« I don’t know what you’re talking about. » You pleaded, cheeks burning under the rosy tone as you felt his uneven breaths crashing against the column of your neck.
Wrong answer, Zoro shoved his knee between your already trembling legs. « You like the attention, hah? You love it when that pervert of a cook was throwing himself on you, is that it? Tch. » He was feeding his lust off of the scared expression on your face, blood rushing in the tightest space possible by the second.
« No answer, huh? ‘Guess I’m gonna have to teach you some manners, because it looks like you forgot who you belong to. » And with that, he dug his teeth into the skin of your neck, alternating between biting and sucking motions to form the most ravishing love bite— a symbol of belonging if you will. You squealed at the sudden sensation of his pearly whites inking his name into your skin, giving him exactly the reaction he was anticipating.
You rocked your hips against the thigh settled between your legs, a desperate attempt at getting some friction for your poor and aching core in need for attention. Zoro clicked his tongue once more at your antics, choosing to hush you by continuing the trail of hickeys adorning your martyr of a neck. « Care to explain what you’re doing? Throwing yourself on my thigh because you couldn’t get the shit cook, hah? You’re so fucking desperate, it makes me want to leave you there all alone. »
« Zoro! Please don’t, don’t leave me! I just need you, I don’t need anyone else but you! I promise I’ll be good but please, please, don’t leave me. » You pleaded, a clear veil of despair covering your eyes under his impassible expression.
The façade worn off soon, letting a smirk throne amongst his facial features instead. « Who do you belong to? » Zoro demanded, gliding the hand that was under your chin to your throat and applied just enough pressure to make sure to earn absolute submissiveness out of you.
« Y-You… » You choked out, the lack of oxygen marrying so well with your growing arousal.
His smirk only grew wider, a real testimony of the sick thoughts implanted in his brain that would make a demon blush. Both of his hand retreated to his side, gaze falling on the unmissable erection showing through his dark pants. His eyes alternated between you and the bulge in his pants, your mouth going dry at the wordless order. « If you want to be a whore, then be a good whore and suck me off, yeah? Don’t give me those eyes, you want it. »
You sunk to your knees, tongue wetting your lips in anticipation for what was bound to come. And whilst your eyes were stuck on his form, your fingers were busy tugging down at his pants to reveal his grey underwear stained with pre-cum. The sight of this alone was enough to send yet another wave of arousal down to your core. And as his cock sprung free from the constriction of his boxers, his girth slapping against his exposed abdomen and the tip rouge from anticipation, you were convinced you could’ve come undone from the sight of this alone.
« Suck. » He ordered, grabbing a fistful of your hair to force your towards his aching cock and the veil of pre-cum coating the tip.
And thus it began. You flattened your tongue, drawing a large lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip where you finished with a few kitten licks, knowing damn well the head was where all the nerves devoted to pleasure were hidden. « Don’t tease and put your mouth to good use, whore. » Zoro said, almost betrayed by the groan threatening to be released.
Following the rules of performative language, you began to rock your head back and forth around his cock, making sure that your tongue was coating in a lustful love each inch of his girth whilst hums of pleasure were leaving your lips as you went. The hold of your hair in Zoro’s fist grew tighter and so did the metaphorical knots in his stomach as you went along, until the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat— such enticing sensation earned a growl out of him. Fuck.
« F-Fuck. Look at what you’re doing to me… Ah! Shit. Enough! » He ordered, yanking your head away from his cock, and the sight of the corners of your mouth dripping with the sweet marriage of his pre-cum and your drool could have provoked an orgasm out of him at this very moment.
« It’s too soon, and it’d be giving you what you want, huh? Too fucking bad, I’m going to cum in that sweet pussy of yours and you’re gonna love it. Ya’ hear me? » He asked without really asking, and taken by a rush of lust, you could only nod in return. « Y-Yes. » You stuttered. « You’re missing something. » Zoro added. You swallowed thickly before adding « Yes, yes, sir. » Your response caused an ill-intentioned snicker to fall from his lips. « That’s right. Now get on your back, and make sure to be as loud as you can, I want everyone on this damn ship to hear how I can make you scream. »
Zoro’s glorious height forced you to lay back until your spine touched the mattress where all the sins would soon break free. The smirk on his face never left, a pure testimony of what all the sinful deeds he was bound to accomplish. You were now trapped between his forearms, hips circled by his knees— bending under his dominance. « Did you wear that for me? » Zoro asked, slapping the string of the bikini top against your skin.
« I d-did, it’s all for you because I’m all yours. » Your response caused a chuckle to break from his lips, sweet words feeding his ego some more. And in a flash, his fingers had ripped said bikini top in half (you made a mental note that you now owed a serious debt to Nami), and there you were, (almost) in all you bare glory. « Fuck, if only you knew the things you do to me. »
Zoro wasted no time and threw all caution out of the window as his mouth latched onto your breasts, the motions of his tongue around your bud causing your spine to pay homage to the moon from how arched it was. His pink muscle flickered around your nipple before he swallowed your breast whole, his drool covering your flesh in a sinful veil. And because he was such a giver for his pretty girl, he gave the same treatment to the other breast whilst gasps left your lips over and over again at the methodical motions of his tongue, your anatomy held no secret for him.
« Are you going shy on me now? Did you forget what I said? » He trailed off, reducing the space between his lips and your ear, « I said I want you to be fucking loud. »
And with that, he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your stomach before tearing apart (once more) your poor martyr of a bikini bottom under your desperate attempts to keep it intact. Were you challenging him? Oh well… Zoro has always been the type to face any challenge thrown his way. « Zoro—… Sir, please! » You pleaded, not knowing really why.
« You’re such a desperate little thing, huh? » He leaned down to face your core, glistening in its lustful glory for him and him only. Zoro pressed a finger against your folds, dragging it vertically to obtain a finger pad covered in your slicks. « So fucking wet for me already? ‘Bet that shit cook can’t make you as wet as me. » He stated, confidence embedded in his every word. « Only you can make me feel this way, sir. » You replied before he crashed his lips onto yours in an uncharacteristically sweet manner to cut you off. « And why’s that? » The swordsman asked, already knowing the answer. « Because… Because I belong to you. » He pressed yet another kiss against your lips for having given the answer that had been lingering on his mind. « Good girl. »
Your reward came in the form of his tongue brushing your folds, flickering motions against your sensitive bud sending you in overdrive as continuous waves of pleasure washed over you ceaselessly, the knots in your stomach tightening each time his tongue touched you. Two of his digits poked your entrance, teasing you to let your torture last before they penetrated you. The sudden sensation caused you to let out a dragged whimper accompanied by his name coated in a sinful tone. « S-Sir please, please just fuck me— I can’t take the teasing, ahh, fuck, fuck! Please, please! » You begged, eyelids shutting close under the pleasure.
But your pleas fell in deaf ears as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, sucking onto your sensitive bud to build an orgasm within you that he was bound to deny. He knew you were close by the way you were holding his green hair, tugging him ever closer to your core to amplify the inferno burning within you. But alas, to your greatest displeasure, all the motions ceased in one go under the hint of mischief glowing in his eye.
« You’re gonna cum on my terms, and when I say so. Got it? » He seethed, knowing damn well that his own end was going to arrive soon. He gave his girth a few experimental pumps, allowing the pre-cum to cover his length before shoving the entirety of his cock in one go inside you, barely leaving enough time for your cunt to stretch correctly— and saying that a elongated moan left your lips was an euphemism, the sick grin plastered upon his face grew more and more as the sounds of pleasure drowned in his eardrums. « You’re so fucking tight, shit! » He breathed out, « Look at your pretty cunt swallowing me whole. »
The rhythm of his hips followed the scheme of a crescendo, each slam of his hips against your derrière drew a clearer portrait of both Zoro’s end and your own climax. The nature of the rhythm itself indicated that he was chasing after his own end, and with his head thrown back and his irises dilated under the hunger to satiate the raging fires breaking loose in his abdomen by the second. « S-Sir, it feels— Ah! It feels so good! »
The tip of his cock kissed ever so precisely the roof of your cervix where a panel of nerves designed to draw a lustful reaction out of you every time he thrusted into you. Your vision became more and more blurry until a liquid veil covered your eyes as pearls of tears gathered at the corners of your eyes. Under the pressure of each of Zoro’s thrusts, your body bent to his will and soon you had no longer control over your legs that used to be around his waist, only to be picked up by the swordsman who threw your legs over his shoulder, thus allowing him to reach a deeper part in you and the cries leaving your lips were just the proof of how good he made you feel.
More and more cries echoed against the wooden walls of the room, your sounds of pleasure marrying the groans falling from his lips in a cascade. « Ah, fuck, fuck! R-Right there, please! Shit…! » You pleaded to fuel him some more. His nails were digging into the luscious flesh of your thighs, drawing rouge crescents in his wake.
« Who do you belong to? » He groaned out, his eye admiring the lustful look on your face.
« Y-You! I belong to you, fuck, you a-and no one else! » You attempted to reply mid-moan.
But as much as Zoro knew your anatomy, you also happened to be an expert of his— and the way he planted his nails into your skin, the raw groans loosing their chains to be set free and the way his thighs were shaking… Everything announced the beginning of his own end.
« Cum with me… Now! » He ordered, letting his hand crash against your buttcheek in the process. And there it was, the marriage of two lovers under the spell of lust. The rhythm of his thrusts reached their apex, all whilst he painted your walls with the white color of passion. His own cum was mixing with your own elixir of pleasure leaking from your throbbing core as your cunt was clenching around his cock in despair. The sounds of his hips slamming against yours were long gone now, the room was solely filled with heavy breaths and his name falling from your lips over and over again like a forbidden prayer.
Although Zoro’s stamina knew no bounds, he felt like the oxygen had been knocked off of his lungs. But perhaps it was the price to pay if it meant he could observe you in all your post-orgasm glory after holding it inside you for so long. God, he was so proud of you, proud of every mark he had left onto your skin, proud of the way your skin gleamed under the sweat, proud of being your lover.
« ’S alright, ’s alright. I’m going to pull out, breathe. » Zoro demanded, the sweet tone reserved for you only finding its way back around his words. His digits snaked around his girth to pull out of you, only to witness the satisfying marriage of your cum and his own. You were so good to him.
And whilst you remained unable to move, Zoro fell to your side, his arms quick to lock you into an embrace as your head rested on his chest, his frenetics heartbeats echoing in your eardrums. You loved the peace of the aftermath of any sexual activity involving Zoro, you loved how peace seemed to bend his facial features in the most enticing way.
He was the first one to break the silence, pressing his lips against your forehead whilst he tugged you impossibly closer to him like a reminder that you were indeed here, and would always be. « So whose plan was this, hah? » He asked, earning a giggle out of you in response. « It was Nami’s, although Robin helped too. She said I would one hundred percent ‘get laid’ if I wore this. » You answered, head tilting towards the poor green bikini torn in pieces.
« That witch can go to hell. » Zoro groaned, but the raw tone of his voice was betrayed by the sweet caresses of his digits down your forearm.
« I mean, her plan did happen so I think it’s a win for her. It’s not like you regret what happened, mhm? » Alas, nothing but silence in return. « Zoro? » You called him, but an angel passed. « Zoro! » You repeated more sternly, and this time you were met with the sound of his snores— of course, typical Zoro fashion.
WARNINGS:MENTIONS OF PAST NON-CON/DUB CON, SOFT ZORO, STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, SOFT SEX, PENETRATIVE SEX, YANDERE, IMPLIED KIDNAPPING.
You have never seen him like this, maybe it’s the moonlight, or the lighting, maybe you’re getting too caught up on the atmosphere, but tonight he looks ethereal. His dark eye glimmers under the dim light that enters through the window of your shared room. His skin, tan and rough is pressed against yours. Your breath hitches, and he presses a hand over your mouth to shut you up. He always does this, tries not to hurt you but you always end up being so noisy over nothing. Sometimes he calls you a coward and tells you to just shut up and take it, other times he kisses your forehead, slips a finger over your tongue and presses it down as he tells you you’re doing great and he’s almost done.
But tonight, you gently tap his arm, your eyes are pleading for something only two lovers would understand with only a look. He slowly lifts his hand, and with a gentle touch he places his palm over yours, he almost flinches when you close your fingers and wrap his hand gently. He can feel his heartbeat fasten and his breath gets irregular. And for the first time, you both smile, swallowing harshly, you link both of your hands together as he starts moving inside you. His smirk is small, barely noticeable, so calm and perfect. He looks so pretty. You want to kiss him, but you’re too shy to ask him. Instead you only stare into his eye. Your moans and gasps are soft, so that the others will not be disturbed by the noise. He groans in your ear, lowering his head so that his hot breath tickles your neck just enough to make you shiver a bit.
— Zoro… — your mewl is soft, the grip in his hand tightens as he groans again, you’re getting tighter down there and he can feel it. Soon enough, you’re both cumming.
— Y/n… — he mumbles back now, removing a couple of loose strands of hair from your face, making you shyly smile as he softly traces your cheeks — what has gotten into ya’ tonight? Ya’ normally aren’t as well behaved.
— Just wanted to be good tonight. Why are you complaining?
— ‘M not complaining, just confused — he lifts you up a little so now you’re resting your body on top of him instead of beside him — Thank you’ for being so good for me, promise I’ll make it up with something’. I love ya’ a ton, pretty.
The nickname makes you coy, hiding your face in his chest. He chuckles softly, before kissing your forehead and getting ready to sleep.
Tending their wounds while scolding them only to realize they weren’t listening and was falling for you instead
Roronoa Zoro X Reader
You had just finished cleaning your room. Floor had been swept, sheets had been changed, shelves is arranged and the table is tidy.
After spending almost the entire day cleaning your room, you were finally ready to leave.
But unfortunately someone decided to come in.
A gruff looking moss head came in. He had blood stain on his shirt and took the spot oN yOUr nEwLY cHAnGeD sHeEtS. Blood of course got on your sheets which made you want to rip the hair out of the man.
“He–”
“Motherfucker!!!! I just fucking changed that!!!!!!!” You screamed at him.
Zoro looked down at the sheets and scratched his nape seeing the blood all over it.
“I’m sorry.”
With a glare, “You know you should take a shower instead of barging into other people’s rooms.”
“Yeah but I have a feeling I’ll bleed to death if I shower with my wound open.”
You soften for a second but returned to your angry state. “Then get your stupid ass to Chopper’s clinic and get yourself patched up!”
“He’ll scold me. Could you do it instead?”
Crossing your arms you raise a brow at the man, “And why would he scold you?” You asked ignoring his plea.
“3 visits in one day for the same wound.” He sighed and lied down. “You really should start patching me up so I’d stop bleeding here.”
You grumbled and angrily went to where your first aid was. (Chopper had placed first aid kits in every room.)
“Don’t you usually parade shirtless why the hell are you wearing one now? Get rid of it so I could see your stupid wound.”
“Last time I went in a room shirtless Sanji tried to beat me.” He explained as he removed his shirt.
His wound was large that it ran from his left lower quadrant almost touching his stitches from Mihawk. You could see the remains of the previous threads that most likely Chopper had sewn.
His wound had gotten worse. You remember the sight of what his wound looked like when he was fighting the swordsman from Thriller Bark. It wasn’t this bad.
“You and your excessive training! Look at how disgusting this looks like for fuck sake! The moment you were able to fucking move this is what you do!”
You began cleaning his wound.
“I mean, honestly you were in a literal coma and the first thing you do is drink your stupid alcohol and train! You’re going to die if you keep this up!”
You sterilized your thread and needle, something that Chopper thought you.
“I mean obviously you’ll die if you continue training at this state, but will you die if you don’t?”
You began sewing his wound.
“I will tell Chopper about this and I know he’ll make sure you never get to train again until you’re healed. Which is what you fucking need by the way! You and your stubborn ass. Tsk.”
Satisfied with the sewing you cut the thread and put them away.
“Stand the fuck up so I could wrap the bandage.”
He stood up wordlessly and raised his arms.
“You know what? You probably thought making me patch you up would mean you get to keep training, well guess what you won’t. By gods will I let you. I will cut you a new wound the moment you reopen this stitch.”
You secure the bandage and done.
“Now if I see you even touch your stupid sword I will throw that away. I better not see you anywhere but the clinic, dinning room and your room. Understood?” With a frown you decided to lift your head to meet the silent mosshead’s eyes.
Although you did want to see him eye to eye, this certainly wasn’t what you wanted. With his hands raised as if he was surrendering, he looked down in you with a soft smile and eyes full of adoration. Your heart skipped a beat.
“What the hell are you looking at?” You blushed. “If you think those stupid heart eyes would pardon you. Think again.”
“I wasn’t thinking that.” He finally talked. “Mor like, you’re the most incredible and the best person to exist.”
A blushed formed on your face and you pushed him away and turned you back.
“What the hell are you getting at?! Just go already I still need to change the sheets! You also need to clean up and I need to check in with Chopper to make sure you-”
“Don’t worry too much.” Placing a hand on your head, you thought he was going to ruffle your hair so you turned to stop him.
But his plan was to turn your head around to face him, which he now did and leaned closer. You instinctively shut your eyes.
No you weren’t expecting a kiss. It was more of an ‘oh my God if I don’t close my eyes it’ll probably hurt whatever the hell he plans on doing.’ or at least that’s what you tell yourself.
Instead you felt his forehead against yours. “I wouldn’t want to worry you too much. I’ll do what you say.”
He pulled away and went to grab his bloody shirt to put it on, then went towards the door.
Regaining your composure, you definitely didn’t want him to have the last words. “Y-Yeah! You better not worry me again and do what I say!”
A chuckle came from his before he opened the door, “You know, you really are incredible. You’re making me adore you more than I’m supposed to.”
“Get out!”
He left the room with a smirk after seeing you flushed face.
Your heart was hammering against your chest. You settled on the thought that he damaged his head after the Thriller Bark arc.
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summary: you sacrificed yourself to prevent Zoro from getting hurt and yet the swordsman neglected you throughout your suffering. when he finally accepted his real feelings, things got far too heated resulting in a relapsed recovery.
author’s note: i owe a huge thanks to @absolute-flaming-trash for contributing so many details that made this full of angst ♡
Zoro wasn’t a man of shame, but the shame he felt at the moment was far more than what you prevented him from experiencing.
Small hooves clicked against the wooden floor of the Thousand Sunny while Chopper made his way back to the Strawhats to deliver the news that they’d been waiting anxiously for. The crew was huddled in front of the mast, idle conversations cut abruptly when he began.
“Good news and bad news. There won’t be any long term affects of the poison because we started treatment at the perfect time. The bad news though… They’ll have to endure the excruciating pain of the poison’s effects on the body until it leaves their system, which can take anywhere between 2-4 weeks. Bed rest is in place and that is doctor’s orders! Luffy, this is not up for debate. All contact with Y/N is done in the infirmary, one person at a time to prevent spreading germs and ensure their safety.”
Chopper inhaled deeply and let out a sigh before heading back to the infirmary. Zoro watched as everyone went back to conversing and crept away from the crew to question the doctor further.
The green haired man cleared his throat, making the doctor briefly jump out of his skin before turning to face him.
“Something up Zoro?”
“Yeah… What’d you mean by long term affects?” His tone was desperate, head hung low and eyes not making contact with the reindeer.
“Oh! That’s right, I didn’t mention them to the crew. The poison would’ve paralyzed her body if treatment didn’t begin so quickly afterwards. Good thing you got her to me in time.”
Zoro clenched his fists, fake smile on his face that didn’t reach his eye before walking away. Chopper noticed the guilt all over him, yelling quickly from across the hall, “Don’t beat yourself up Zoro!”
How was he not supposed to beat himself up? You jumped in front of a poison imbued sword to prevent him from getting sliced from behind. The result left you struck the exact way he allowed Mihawk to slice him in the past. He wanted to ask you why. Why did you jump behind his back and protect him? Sure he was fighting another pirate, but he didn’t ask you to defend him. It was stupid of you to endanger yourself.
Zoro knew it was selfish to be mad at you, all you did was protect him. It’s something you’ve all done for each other at some point, so why was he feeling enraged at the simple act? The longer he sat with his emotions, the more those moments replayed in his head.
He remembered quickly turning around after hearing your screams and slaying the pirate who sliced you before picking you up and running around frantically until he found Chopper. The blood seeping through your ripped shirt. That look on your face as you were fading in and out of reality. How you mouthed the words ‘Thank you’ before coughing up blood. When your body went limp in his arms, rendering you completely unresponsive.
A few days had passed and you were quickly growing tired of the routine your recovery consisted of. Chopper administered medication to you throughout the day and frequently changed your bandages. He only allowed you to walk around the infirmary with the assistance of whoever visited at the moment since you were so weak. Luffy had to be dragged out after making you laugh until your wound began to hurt. Sanji stopped by multiple times in the day and insisted on spoon feeding you. Robin and Nami would chat with you and were always the gentlest with helping you walk around. Usopp told stories that you knew were made up, but took your mind out of a depressed state. Franky came by to show you the gadgets he was working on and allowed you to help him with any minor handy work that didn’t involve you getting out of bed, and Brooke’s music lulled you into a slumber every night.
The strawhats were experts at momentarily making you feel as if nothing was out of the ordinary, and they respected your wishes to leave the room when the poison began throb at every nerve in your body. These spells of pain made blood curdling screams rip through your throat that were loud enough to be heard on the deck of the Sunny. Sometimes they’d last for hours on end, and Chopper required someone to sit outside of the infirmary at all times just in case you began to choke. Zoro agreed that this would be his, and only his, responsibility. Nobody disputed this because of how obvious it was that remorse consumed every fiber of his being.
Zoro spent the days training profusely, even more so than usual, drinking double and only sleeping outside of the infirmary door in between your screams. He heard your throat go raw from yelling and when you’d sob for hours in the dead of the night. All of this and yet he hadn’t mustered the courage to look you in the face.
Your crew eventually ran out of excuses when you asked them why Zoro didn’t visit you. They were disappointed in him for making you worry so much, but they understood his point of view. You sacrificed yourself and were laying in pain because you protected him from getting hurt. Zoro was someone who almost never needed someone else’s aid and yet you were in this state after one of the few times that he didn’t have everything covered. The realization of this left him numb whenever he dwelled on it, which was frequently.
~~~~~
A particularly long, drawn out scream that left you coughing made Zoro burst into the infirmary almost instantly. He ran to your side faster than he could process and was just as shocked to see you as you were to see him. The bandages all over your torso reminded him of a familiar experience, but your body had also become so frail since the accident. He couldn’t shake the visual in front of him. The guilt he felt only grew stronger behind his exterior facade.
He watched you with his eye blown wide as you gathered your breath and then smiled at him from ear to ear. Your voice was barely above a whisper because your throat was shot, “Zoro, I’m so glad you finally came.”
With now balled his fists at his sides, he snarled, “How could you be so stupid? I didn’t need your help.”
The grin on your face slowly fell and Zoro felt the strings of his heart tug when the look of sadness washed over you. You sniffled and let out a short lived giggle, wiping the tears that formed in your eyes away. He had a hard time maintaining eye contact with you and turned on his heel to leave now that he knew you were alright. You didn’t want him to leave but you’ve always known Zoro is a stubborn man who does what he wants. When his hand reached for the doorknob, you sat up quickly and faltered, “I did it because… A wound on one’s back is the shame of a swordsman.”
He swung the door open and stood in the doorway, head held down facing the floor.
“Zoro please don’t leave so soon,” you whined with tears streaming down your face but the door quickly shut behind him. He left as fast as he came, returning to sit outside the door unbeknownst to you.
Zoro felt awful listening to you cry after he left. Eventually your sobs were replaced with pained screams that echoed in his ears and made him crazy. He pressed his palms against his ears to drown out your suffering but that wasn’t enough. He felt like a coward, crossing his arms against his knees and leaning his head down. Tears formed in his eye, quickly falling to the ground and they didn’t stop even after a few minutes. When your screams dissipated into squalls and whines, he realized one of the beeping noises of your monitors were significantly quicker than they’d ever been and decided to alert Chopper.
All that Zoro heard from outside the room could be described as chaos. It felt like forever had passed before Chopper left the infirmary with a daunting look on his face.
“They were having a panic attack. Heart beat was way too fast. If this happens when I’m not around please do some breathing exercises to calm them down.”
Zoro nodded in response, knowing he would just alert the reindeer again if it happened.
~~~~~
It had been 3 and a half weeks since your recovery began, which was slow and steady. The pain was less overall and you regained enough strength to walk on your own in short bursts. Since your screams were less frequent, your vocal cords finally began healing after they ripped. In the meantime, you were left with the urge to clear your throat almost constantly and a raspy, hoarse voice. You weren’t able to speak many words without feeling strained either. Chopper unhooked you from all of the monitors though, and you took advantage when nobody was around; walking small steps around the infirmary mindlessly. Unfortunately you grabbed at every nearby object to help you get by since the muscles in your legs weren’t regularly used for so long. You felt confident that soon enough you’d be let off bed rest by Chopper. To see and bond with the strawhats normally again was something you looked forward to, and that included Zoro. He still hadn’t allowed you to see him since the last time he barged in but he was always there, listening in on the endless troubles and emotions you dealt with on a daily basis.
All of the time spent training, drinking or sitting outside of the infirmary brought Zoro to the conclusion that he cared for you more than just a friend. He didn’t want to admit this to himself but there was no other liable reason why your pain did such a number on him. When you admitted the reason for putting yourself at risk, it only solidified the feelings he’d been purposely ignoring for a long time. Pathetic is how he felt. For not realizing it sooner and for letting this incident be the moment he finally decided it’s time to accept it.
It was just another uneventful day of resting when Chopper told you that the crew would be heading out to shop on the island the Sunny was docked at. You assumed you’d be alone for a few hours and didn’t mind at all. This was the perfect opportunity for you to leave the infirmary without the possibility of being reminded by the rest of the crew that you were supposed to be on bedrest.
You waited so long for a chance to roam the ship that you were counting down in your head until the moment you guessed it was safe to leave the infirmary. Having already grown tired of the room, you took a peek out of the window on the door and noticed the coast was clear. In your head enough time had passed and there was no point in waiting any longer. You opened the door and barely made it a few tottering steps before a voice scared the soul out of your body.
“Oi, aren’t you supposed to be resting?”
Zoro scared the hell out of you when you turned around, almost falling backwards before he grabbed a hold of your arm and kept you upright. You immediately noticed the smell of sake that he reeked of, he was clearly drunk. When you pulled your arm back from his grasp and turned to get some well needed fresh air without giving him as much as a smirk, he knew that you were upset. You had every right to be with how he stormed out when you wanted him the most. Still, Zoro understood, culpability taking over while he watched you struggle to get one foot in front of the other at a consistent pace. You were weak, your legs constantly shaking because of the limited range of motion you’ve had in the last weeks. He was accepting of your rightful frustration with him. If only he’d known that you were actually hurt and confused that he left you to suffer without his company. You initially wanted to thank him for his help from the moment you had woken up, and when you finally got the chance to— he made you feel small, abandoning you to your own devices.
Zoro followed behind you to the deck of the Sunny, watching as you leaned your forearms on the wooden railing and took in the warmth of the sun that you missed so much. He stood with his back against the wall, examining your condition and cursing himself for not being there for you. An apology itched to leave his throat but he couldn’t muster the courage to spill it, leaving you two to bask in the silence that was short lived.
“Zoro,” you trembled with a sad grimace, “Why didn’t you visit me?”
The words stung coming out, hoarseness forcing you to clear your throat repeatedly.
He didn’t know what to say, and more importantly, where to start. There were numerous reasons why he didn’t visit. None of which warranted his behavior.
Tears welled in your eyes and you ignored the urge to turn around and head back to the infirmary. You finally had the chance to speak your mind while the others were gone, and this was the moment you’d spill it all before going back to what felt like a prison at this point.
“I’m sorry. Just tell me what I did wrong.”
Zoro stood completely still with furrowed brows, no viable answer apparent yet. His heart and mind were screaming at him to say something, to do anything to reassure you that you had done nothing wrong.
You broke, completely. The tears you’d been holding back and the calm exterior you wore cracked right in front of him. Your hands covered your face in an effort to stifle your sobs but it all came pouring out despite your efforts. Almost four weeks of yearning for him crashed down, leaving you hyperventilating and stumbling over your already strained words before finally managing a broken sentence.
“I— I needed you Zoro! I needed you and y— you weren’t there.”
Zoro had enough of watching you meltdown because of the pain he caused you on top of the injuries you bared for him. Muscled arms wrapped around your body, pulling you flush to his chest and muffling your cries. In a perfect world, this act alone would’ve fixed everything but he knew that expecting such a thing was naive. Your cries only got louder and heavier. You balled up the back of his shirt into your fists, holding him as tight as you possibly could until you felt your wound sting. Having you embrace him even in this setting was a relief but he knew that he had so much to make up to you.
Zoro unclutched your arms from around him and leaned back, tilting your chin up to look him in the face. ‘You’re so beautiful’, he thought to himself. His thumb swiped away a tear that dripped down your cheek, staring so hard into your eyes that he could’ve burned a hole in your irises if he wanted to. His mind was already fuzzy from the sake and seeing you so fucked up put him in an even worse state.
“I was wrong, Y/N. I screwed up by not being there for you. If you hate me I completely understand.”
Zoro hated the words that left his mouth. They were true, but you deserved an actual apology that didn’t sound so passive. He just wasn’t good with words. Anyone who knew him was aware that he was more a man of action. If there was anything he learned from this, it was that he would’ve hated to lose you. The inner battle he fought with himself to come clean needed to end here.
“I care about you differently,” he mumbled, closing his eye and taking a deep breathe before continuing, “It sucks that it took all of this for me to realize that.”
You had an idea about what differently meant when it came from Zoro but he’d never be able to describe it in words.
You glanced between his eye and lips before taunting playfully, “Differently? I don’t quite understand.”
Your coy act paired with the glimmer in your eyes changed the atmosphere from tense to lighthearted quickly. Zoro tried to hide the blush creeping up his face but he couldn’t.
“Ugh, alright, alright,” he boomed loudly. His hand found solace on the nape of your neck, pulling you forward for his lips to meet yours. To the both of you, it felt like a huge weight off of your shoulders to be able to finally embrace the other.
Zoro’s tongue eagerly lapped at your lips, begging for entry into your mouth. The moment you’d granted him access, he devoured you like a starved man, his tongue dancing with yours like his life depended on it. Every unspoken word and emotion was poured into the kiss. His body pressed against yours too tight, making you hiss at the sting of your healing wound. You knew he was far gone because of how inattentive he was at your pained mewls, not stopping even when you tried to push his heavy body from leaning into yours. He finally broke the kiss to lean down and scoop you up, wrapping your legs around his torso before greedily pulling you in for more. The taste of your tongue against his was intoxicating, more so than the copious amounts of sake he downed regularly, and he found himself quickly addicted. Being deprived of allowing the true feelings you had for each other to take over, you ignored your body warning you of Zoro’s enthusiasm being too brutal in this delicate state.
Zoro ushered you back to the infirmary, carrying you around his waist with one hand under your ass and the other pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. His favorite alcohol lingered on his tongue, something you once dreamed to taste. You eagerly pulled tufts of his green hair in between your fingers, moaning into his mouth when he bit down on your tongue deliciously.
Your back landed on the stiff infirmary bed too hard, you almost swore you had torn one of the stitches in your wound but decided to ignore it. Zoro removed your sweats effortlessly and didn’t bother doing the same with your underwear. Strong arms pulled you towards the edge of the bed and spread your legs wide open for him; causing you to cry out in pain. It was as if he couldn’t hear you, too caught up in the wonders of your body. He tugged your panties to the side and went straight to lapping at your cunt earnestly, letting out a sigh of pleasure against your heat at how wet you were already. It was like your mind and body were fighting against each other. Your body leaned into his touch, completely disregarding the pain shooting from your chest to every nerve in your body. Your mind knew this was going too far, too quickly. It wasn’t that you didn’t want this. Fuck, you really did, but your body couldn’t handle it and you knew that. The anticipation and yearning lasted so long that this moment was overdue, you chose to deal with the consequences later.
Zoro pushed two digits into your cunt while he circled your clit with his tongue. You were seeing stars, orgasm washing over violently when he curled his fingers upwards and began thrusting them into you at a more rapid speed once he felt you gushing.
He retreated as you laid in the aftermath of your own bliss, trying to gather a coherent thought and process what just happened. The sounds of him stripping himself of his clothing didn’t register to your ears but you felt the bed dip lower as he eased onto it. He was careful not to crush you with his body weight, yet having your legs pinned to your shoulders elicited yelps right into his ear. You were fighting through the discomfort but felt a warm liquid starting to seep through your bandaged wound.
Zoro peeled your panties off of your waist and tossed them to the side. The sheer look of panic was written all over your features when he lined himself up with your slit, coating himself in your juices before pressing the tip inside.
With a low whine you pleaded, “It hurts, I don’t know if —“
“Shhh, I’ve got you,” he mumbled in a soothing tone, “Just relax.”
No amount of prep could’ve helped you take his cock easily. He was both girthy and packed a striking length, but at least he tried to be as mindful as he could with your body; or so he thought. You grimaced at every sensation flowing through your nerves. Him stretching you out slowly, the feeling in your chest and abdomen of your stitches ripping, and your frail body trying to brace itself against the wall of muscle which is Zoro himself.
Zoro mistaked your whimpers as a reaction to the stretch as he inched into your cunt agonizingly slow. You were teary eyed by the time he bottomed out. The pace he started off with was delicious, too bad you couldn’t focus on it. Your nails dug crescents into his shoulders, for sure breaking the skin but he didn’t pay it any attention. He was determined to fill you up and finally make you his, and soon enough his thrusts had become needy and desperate. His cock felt like heaven stroking your inner walls in a way you’ve never felt before. He was expertly rolling his hips into yours, the tip of his length kissed your cervix without knocking you into a third dimension.
It didn’t last long though— his hips soon began to slam violently into yours, each piston into you knocked the air out of your lungs. When you tried to scream out a beg for mercy, your throat betrayed you. Zoro’s forehead pressed flush to yours, watching your every reaction. He knew this was too much but you just felt so tight around his cock, sucking him right back in whenever he pulled out of your sopping heat. It took a particular bump against your cervix for you to wail out and attempt to push him away with the little strength you had.
“It’s— it’s too much!” Your eyes were blown wide, the feeling of another orgasm creeping up on you.
Overstimulated was merely an understatement. Zoro was sending your body into overdrive and it seemed like there was no end in sight, the alcohol delaying the load he so desperately wanted to spill into your womb.
A guttural groan ripped from the pit of his stomach. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he panted. His words rung through your ears and left you confused. What was he sorry for? For leaving you to recover on your own for weeks? For battering your body even further right now? Your head was spinning even more when his thrusts became sporadic. If he was close to his end, you’d be grateful. The exhaustion you felt was starting to consume you. All you needed was some rest after this, hopefully with your hand in his. You didn’t understand why you were so willing to put aside the affliction he dealt to you, as long as it meant that he’d stick around. A thumb circling your clit knocked you out of your thoughts, and you quickly fell into another euphoric state. His other free hand palmed your bandaged breast through your shirt and tenderly kneaded it. You were as soft as he thought you’d be. How he allowed himself to wait so long to indulge in you was a mystery.
It didn’t take much for him to ease another orgasm out of you, but this time around his length while he grinned against you leisurely. Your walls spasmed around his cock and you both were in heaven at the sensation. The frustration and urgency that built from his need to cum was evident, quickly switching back to fucking you with brute force. You grinned and bared it. The small mewls encouraged him to continue using you to his hearts extent. His body tensed up and you knew it had finally come to an end when his cock twitched aggressively and squirted hot ropes of cum inside your plush walls. Zoro was a sight to see. His forehead was dripping sweat, chest rising and falling while he gathered his breathe without taking the time to pull out yet.
The swordsman gently pulled up your shirt in an attempt to place a kiss over your wound, but he instantly froze up when he realized you were in fact bleeding through your bandages.
“What the?! So you were just not going to tell me about this? What the hell is the matter with you?!”
His normal attitude took over and you were too tired to bicker back with him like you normally did in the past. Maybe he had finally sobered up when you milked him dry or perhaps once he noticed how battered you were, who knows. He pulled out completely, ignoring the image of his seed spilling out of you to prevent another raging boner. The damage was done anyway so dwelling on it wouldn’t benefit either of you. You pushed the hair out of your face and you gave him a gentle smile before offering him some reassurance, “I just missed you. Don’t worry, I’ll be better in no time.”
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Chopper was furious when he seen the state you were in. He couldn’t imagine what happened while the crew was gone, nor did he really want to. You held your head down and answered his questions short and sweet, “I hurt myself after getting air on the deck.” The reindeer didn’t believe you at all but left the room after restitching and patching you up. He couldn’t bother further interrogating anyway since Zoro was giving him a death stare.
You slept peacefully while Zoro watched. The hum of your throat rattling was the only noise heard in the room and it drove him insane just how much he missed your presence while you rested. Finally sober, he shamefully processed what he did earlier and felt awful. The very moment he got a taste of you he allowed himself to go too far at the expense of your already mutilated, impotent body. It made him sick to his stomach how a twisted part of him thoroughly got off by having an advantage over your feeble state.
Eventually you woke from your sleep and noticed a troubled look on Zoro’s face. He quickly ended the silence. “Chopper said you’ll be here for a couple more days ‘cause of the stitches he had to replace .”
You reached over and grabbed a hold of his hand. Zoro couldn’t hide the tinted red blush on his face that only deepened at your next words, “I’m fine with that as long as you’re right here.”
note: i can’t remember who exactly i’ve done for this one lol <33
warnings: implied breakup and reader death, angst
when the sun is setting and the crew is silently watching him sit eagerly on the railing, usopp asks “who are you waiting for?”, and then luffy realizes that he’d been hoping after two years you’d show up- but you’re still with ace.
when he leans against the railing of the ship drunk off his ass, and all he wants is to have you curled into his side pressing kisses on his cheek, but he can’t even remember what your voice sounded like.
when he stand alone in the kitchen at 12:03 am on your birthday, gripping the counter and watching the candles on the cake burn down until wax is running onto the icing like his tears run down his cheeks and he feels a part of him slip away.
kid was drunk in his workshop again, not for any particular reason, everyone had just been drinking
but kid is now drunk AND sleepy, so in you come padding over to stand behind him
he glanced up when he heard the door enter and his eyes tiredly followed you across the room
you threw your arms over his shoulders from behind and put your chin on his shoulder nuzzling against his neck until he turned his head to look down at you
“hi babe.” he said
“hi sweetie, you comin to bed?”
kid grunted in response, meaning yes basically, but stayed put staring down at you
after a few minutes of silence, during which you had turned your head on his shoulder to look down at the confusing trinkets on his desk, kid dropped (carelessly leaned) his head against yours
you felt his body relax as he let out a sigh, and you brought your hand up to his broad chest where you started to lightly trace swirls on the warm skin
doffy lounged sprawled out on one of the many lush couches he had in the palace, listening to a group of underlings talk about who knows what- he’d stopped listening by then
he heard the familiar sound of your heels and a grin quickly spread across his face as he saw you enter the room
he reached out one of his arms and made a grabby motion for you, and you walked over and crawled on top of him
he had his head resting on one of his arms behind his head, the other idly cupped the back of your head
with your finger tip you traced random things onto doflamingo’s skin, the warmth of his body comforting you and lulling you to sleep when paired with the droning of his underlings as they kept talking despite both you and doffy falling asleep together
ignoring the snores, crashing of waves, and occasional sleep talking whispers from the others, the boys cabin was silent
you could just barely make out the silhouette of your boyfriend who’d been asleep for hours already
one of his arms was tightly wound around your waist and had yet to move even after hours, holding you directly on top of zoro while he slept
your hand mindlessly swept back and forth over zoro’s chest which rose and fell almost mezmerizingly under your fingertips
in the calm atmosphere of the room your eyelids drooped again as zoro subconsciously pulled you even closer against him and his chin fell to rest on the crown of your head
