Stay With Me!

༄ zoro x reader (based on this ask)

zoro and yourself loved to taken naps together, the two of you often found huddled together somewhere on the ship; you gravitate towards one another. it feels natural, it feels comfortable to sleep next to zoro.

and as much as he'd like to deny it, he, in truth cannot.

zoro has grown used to your body resting next to his in slumber, leaning against one another, holding one another. zoro would also like to say that it means nothing to him — your entanglement that is. that the quickness of his heart when he wakes up to your soft snores isn't real, that the glare he throws that shitty cook anytime he comes near while your asleep has nothing to do with you at all.

at night, after hours of twisting and turning while waiting for everyone to fall asleep, you slip out of your quarters and go to find zoro. you find him awake already, waiting for you on the deck, this is your routine now. your little secret midnight meetings.

it's not as scandalous as it may sound, you meet up on the deck to fall asleep until the sun rises and the crew begins the days shenanigans. no one knows about it, you'd each sneak out on the deck, finding a comfortable spot and fall asleep in each others arms.

some nights, sleep is harder to come by, so you tell each other your thoughts, your dreams, silly stories you come up with on the spot, anything to help sooth the worries in your minds that keep you both awake.

you and zoro end up in a weird place between friends and crewmates and lovers, none of which you've really taken the time to discuss.

tonight, as per your routine, you sneak out onto the deck to meet zoro, under the starlit sky. you feel the excitement in your bones, the idea of his strong arms holding you against his chest making you giddy.

you find him at your favourite spot from the last few days. quietly, you approach him, wordlessly slipping into his embrace, and naturally, his body adjusts to holding you. comforting and firm.

there's a little blanket folded neatly by his side, once your settled comfortably, zoro pulls the soft fabric over your two bodies. tonight's colder, chilly air making you pull closer together; the flimsy blanket is barely enough to keep the both of you warm.

you bury your head in the dip of his neck, rubbing against the skin there for warmth. you're shivering. so to help, zoro tucks the blanket beneath him and rubs his warm calloused hands up and down your back, your arms, your thighs. you make a small sound when finger tips graze the fabric sitting close to your crotch and zoro freezes immediately.

it wasn't on purpose. he hopes you know him well enough not to assume he'd would.

you pull away from his neck to meet his gaze, his eyes wide as the stare back you and his fingers still frozen in an awkward position on your thighs.

"zoro"

"yes"

"i thought you were helping warm me up, why'd you stop?"

"didn't mean to touch ya there"

"well, you haven't moved away"

he looks deep in your eyes, searching for a hidden message or a sign — anything to help with figuring out what he already knows right now.

you decide on taking initiative, showing him the sign he was desperately seeking in your gaze; a hands on sort of demonstration.

starting by dragging your hands up and down his rippled back, his strong arms, his scarred chest, his thighs. you've keep eye contact when your fingers graze him the same way he did you.

one thing turns to another and your groping each others bodies, nosy hands wandering over whatever skin you can get to. clothes start to shed and the chill of the night becomes an after thought. the thin blanket covering you both no longer serving to keep the cold out, but rather to keep your warmth in.

"there's something else we could do"

"oh yea?"

"yea, lift you hips for me."

despite his words, zoro sounds shy. a slight tremble in his hands and a dark blush on his handsome tan face as he guides to lift your hips.

your watching his movements, as he slides two of his fingers through your folds. "quit staring"

it would be so easy to tease him right now, to poke fun, but you keep to yourself. well, you mostly keep to yourself. "you quit staring"

zoro doesn't say anything, somehow his face heats up further. his brows furrow at your remark, pulled together tight and annoyed with your constant back and forths (he loves it)

he continues rubbing your soft folds, spreading your wetness until he slips a finger in with ease, curling softly into your gooey walls. he'll shut you up another way. when your wet to his satisfaction, soaking his finger with your cum, he pulls out and replaces it with his cock.

shushing you as he helps lower you into him, sitting flush against his thighs, taking every single pulsing inch of him deep inside you. your nails dig into his shoulders, poor lip trapped in the ruthless attack of your teeth.

"that's itt, youre so quiet when you're full of me. maybe that's what you needed all along."

zoros pulls your lip free of your teeth with his thumb, he looks drunk; with hazy dark eyes, he looks like he's about to say something he shouldn't.

"i- i thi-... i like you." there's a pause in betty's words before finally blurts it out. it's so him, the way it happens. you can't help but smile against his chest, his arms holding you firmly. zoro might explode from how fast his heart is beating if he looks at you.

"and i like you silly marimo"

bonus!!

you fall asleep in each others embrace as per your routine, the only difference is the two of you don't wake before the rest of the crew — you wake up to the sound of something clattering on the floor, followed by the thud of something falling.

you're startled awake by it, cori's grasp on you tightens when he feels you moving around but he's still asleep and so your left alone to watch sanjis dramatic monologue about an oaf like zoro being with such a pretty lady and not with the distinguished gentleman (himself)

both of you are still entangled close together, in more ways than one, the only thing shielding the blonde from the view of your connected bodies being that thin blanket from last night. you try to quell him, explaining the situation but his dramatic soliloquy goes on. it won't be long now before every person ever knows.

shanks ver. law ver

Commission for @/DeeVee_Cake on twitter! Robin and Chopper having a chill reading session

THIS IS SO PERFECT, ZOROS EARRINGS TOO <3

bug boy

“𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧!”

cw: fem!reader, needy luffy, no prep, creampie, multiple orgasms, doggy, luffy likes being called captain

«please y/n, I don’t think I can continue like this. I need it.» Luffy whines for the nth time on this very day.

Since the moment he gained consciousness after waking up, he had been following you around whilst begging to let him fuck you. His cock was as hard as stone, straining against his pants; he was desperate for relief. It hurt like hell, he was almost teary eyed from the painful throbbing he had to bear for the whole day.

«I said no, I’m busy now.» you firmly voice your reason, causing him to plop next to your legs along a loud groan of his frustration.

«please, I tried with my hands, but it doesn’t feel as good as you. PLEASE!!» his fingers wrap around your leg, he peers up at you through his lashes. An adorable pout, and glossy eyes that were begging and screaming for your help. You sigh, unable to leave him in that painful state for any longer. And you might as well relieve yourself too, since you were starting to get stressed by your work. So you succumbed into his needs, without a disregard for the sense of pride that burned in your chest at the thought of Luffy not being able to cum without your help.

«okay-» immediately, your words were cut off by his needy mouth. He messily kisses you, biting and licking everything he came in contact with. His hands wander to your breasts, he squeezed the plush mounds causing you to gasp softly, and allowing his tongue to access the inside of your mouth.

Luffy pulls away while panting heavily, his hands fumbled with his pants, clumsily ridding himself of his clothes before pulling you from your seat to do the same for you.

«we don’t need a mattress, you can handle some back pain.» he grins widely, then he pushes you to the ground, and situates himself between your legs. He bends over to catch your lips once again, his phallus rested on your belly; it leaked to leave a small puddle on your abdomen. He grinds himself against you, brushing to stimulate your clit and eliciting soft moans from you.

«c’mon Luffy, just fuck me already-Ah!» he plunges himself into you without a warning, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, only pushing him deeper.

«SHIT! ‘S good. Fu-hnn-ck.» he whimpers, his hips stuttering messily, and miserably desperate.

His thrusts were manic, blaring whines and groans bounced off the walls; indicating the sinful play that was occurring inside.

«pleasepleaseplease y/n let me cum inside.» he pleaded against your ear. Hot breath dancing at the crook of your neck as ragged breaths left him. «wanna stay in-inside for a bit, nice and wa-warm.»

«cum inside me, Luffy!» your brain was turned off, only thinking with your pussy. Wanting nothing more than to having him ramming his cock into your sopping hole, until you’ve melted into one with the floor. He lets out breathless giggles, trailing wet kisses along your décolletage, while his lunatic hips continued to slam against yours.

«do I make you feel as good as you make me?»

«Yes! You make me feel so fucking good, captain!»

In an instant of a second, thick ropes of cum sprayed to coat your insides. Hs gasped loudly, almost as if he wasn’t expecting it to happen. His eyes crossed under his lids, his cock twitched uncontrollably as he continued to fuck you through his orgasm. He mewls, biting his bottom lip as he gazes down at your fucked out face. You were too lost in bliss to realize that he had came already, and was chasing another orgasm.

«call me captain again.» he demands huskily. You mindlessly nod, rolling your hips to miss his own. Luffy glances down to watch where your bodies connect, your cunt fluttered around him, squeezing tightly as you reached your peak. Your body shook under him, overstimulation stabbing your insides like little needles. The painfully delicious friction dragging against your velvety walls, it was making your brain pour out incomprehensible words into the tip of your tongue. Luffy smiles smugly, he grabs your legs and flips you over your stomach without pulling out. You yelp at his cock rotating inside of you, his hands roughly grabbed your hips as he slams harder than before. Your mind going blank for your insides began to twitch and clench at your upcoming orgasm, you move your hips to meet his thrusts but unfortunately his pace was too frenzied to keep up with him.

«captain, I’m gonna-!»

«FUCK!» he yells loudly, his semen forcing its way out of his body at the very second you called him ‘captain.’ The brush of his warm liquid hitting your insides had triggered your own climax, you grab into the leg of the chair in front of you; feeling as though you would ascend to the seventh sky at the effect of your orgasm.

Both of you a panting mess, he drops his weight on your back, while his cock is still tucked snuggly in your warmth.

«new fetish, captain?»

«I guess so.»

@momodwriter @gl00ml

VICTORY FEAST !!!

my piece for the @opfoodzine

home (nsfw!)

yall want some sweet zoro drabble? i was both in my feels about him and WAY too horny at the same time. cw: piv sex, super intimate sex, afab!reader, idk wc: 785

Every time Zoro slides into you it feels like the first time all over again. His breath catches as he tightness of your heat squeezing around him with a fierceness that steals the tension from his muscles. His eye slips shut, lips parting around a quiet curse as his head tilts back, surrendering to the sensation. 

Each time with you is a gift, one he doesn't take for granted, but one he takes his time with. Your walls grip him like it's home, and he treats you always as if he may never return. 

Wide hands trail along your skin as he sheaths himself fully within your welcoming warmth. Each tender touch is silent praise, and your breathless cries are the liturgy he yearns to hear. Zoro drinks in the exquisite spectacle of your face as it mirrors the bliss you feel, your body swaying and trembling in the timeless rhythm of passion. 

With the keen eye of a master swordsman, he studies your every response, committing each one to memory as a poet would a sonnet - a key to unlocking the enigmatic workings of your spirit and the boundless depths of your devotion.

And when he begins to thrust, it's with a painstaking, almost worshipful slowness that belies the ferocity of his desire. Each measured stroke is a deliberate claiming, a silent affirmation of the inalienable bond that ties your bodies and souls. 

His hands, those battle-hardened instruments of war, now serve a far nobler purpose as they map the contours of your form with a reverence bordering on fervor. They grasp and squeeze, kneading your pliant flesh as if to forge it into the very essence of his being, to merge your curves with the hard angles of his own body until you are inseparable. Yet it never feels like it's enough.

You cry out and grasp him toward you, your limbs tangling around his back and forcing your lips to his in a kiss that he eagerly reciprocates. It starts slow, a lock spewing wordless sentiment, but when it turns to all tongue and teeth, the lock splits. 

Zoro’s pace begins to quicken and he hungrily devours your wails of approval. His arms bare you tightly against him, and as the kiss breaks he nestles his head into your shoulder, ensuring that the sounds of your intoxicating euphoria echo right into his ear.

His eye burns with a wild hunger when your legs wrap around his waist, splaying you open and exposed beneath him. The raw vulnerability in your cries, shimmering with unshed tears of pleasure, ignites that all familiar raw want within him.

You whine his name, a sound etched in longing and so authentically genuine that, with herculean effort, Zoro has to summon every ounce of his restraint. His jaw clenches as he fights to maintain the rhythm, to hold back the tidal wave of rapture that threatens against him from within. You are the priority, the main act, and he means to give your finale. 

His cock twitches with wild abandon, each throb harmonious with the desperate clench of your walls around him, the frequency escalating with every forceful surge of his hips. He can feel the inferno building within you, your body tensing like the string of a bow pulled taut, ready to snap at any moment.

Zoro thinks you're exquisitely, heartachingly beautiful when you cum, always pulling back to see the sight of you giving in. Your brows furrow, your eyes close, and his name gets thrown in between the high.  And though his hips drill into you, his hand comes to rest upon your cheek, easing you through the ecstasy with as much tenderness as he can give through his own hedonistic hubris. 

The leftover pulses of pleasure that flutter around his cock tip him over the edge, and with a series of deep, guttural groans that emanate from the very depths of his being, he surrenders to the pull of his own release. Zoro's grip on your body tightens, hips jerking and twitching erratically, each buck coinciding with the bulk of his spend filling you up.

It takes a moment for him to roll off of you, bending his head to lovingly kiss upward from the valley of your breasts to your lips before tugging you effortlessly over him, where the only thing he wants is your continued proximity. 

He murmurs something against your temple and you whisper something into his chest, the result of which brings his arms to wrap around you once more, and holds you tightly, possessively, as if he means to merge your very souls in this moment until your shared breaths of exhaust even out into a welcoming, sated rest.

it’s someone’s birthday 🤭🤭🤭

One Piece Men Part2 [Part1]

Art by マツバキ

The comfort of you

Tags: zoro x f!reader, fluff

Zoro loves watching you sleep, loves watching the way your guard falls easily when you’re alone with him, like the only source of comfort is his presence. He considers it an honor to know you feel safe and comfortable enough to sleep, even more so when he finds out you force yourself to stay awake around others. He smiles to himself when he traces your soft cheek with his finger, how your brows twitch at the touch, pulling a soft laugh from him.

You sleep so deeply on his chest, a trail of drool beginning at the corner of your mouth, never quite reaching his own skin. Zoro refuses to sleep when you do, his mind racing with thoughts as he looks at you. How pretty you are, how kind and accepting, how you fell for him of all people. That part is still a mystery, remembering how closed off and brash he was to you at first, honed in on his goal. But his heart kept pulling you to him, like a magnet in the vicinity of the opposite pole, stretching to connect.

Zoro often wonders of the life he can give you outside of piracy, when his life long goals have been met, when he succeeds in aiding his captain in his. Will you still want to be with him? Would you consider a slow normal life where he could teach the art of the sword to young minds? Would your love inflame or dwindle now that thrill of life on the sea was over?

He likes to think it won’t, but he’s never been sure, he can’t place all his eggs into one basket, even if he yearns to. All he wants is to grow old together, tell stories to the students that’ll learn from him or maybe even the children he’ll give you. He’d like that actually, a couple of copies of you and him, something he was once so adamantly against, but you had such an odd way of softening his hard nos.

His mind races with possibilities when he watches you sleep, the good and the bad. There are things he wants to tell you that dance in his mind but fear of jinxing it if he says it out loud. Like how he wants to seal his love for you in a ceremony, make you his wife and let the world know that the famed pirate hunter now vice captain of the straw hat pirates has a heart softened by only you. Or how he wants to end his night with you in a home over tea and sake, let you lean back into his chest and you watch the sun set over the sea and the wind rustle the cherry blossoms.

Zoro allows himself to feel when you sleep on or next to him, feel how your beating heart synchs with his and how real you are against him. His life is filled with uncertainty that is almost certain, but he never questions you or the lengths he would go to ensure you’re in his life till the end. Zoro can’t imagine you not rolling over in bed to greet him with a kiss, whether on the sunny or the home he brings you too after this adventure has closed.

Anticipation for a future with you is so sweet, so sought after by him that he has to remind himself to cherish each day, because he knows he’ll miss the lapping waves outside of his cabin on the sunny as you curl into his chest, resting up for whatever the crew gets into on the next island they’ll land at. He’ll miss the way you’ll drag him away from a party thrown by their captain for a private kiss or two, pressing you to the wall with a bottle of sake in his hand or yours, drunkenly giggling as your lips find each others. He’ll miss the way you smile at him when he joins you in Nami’s orchard, forcing you to nap under the sun with him. But he also can’t wait for the quiet slow life of just you and him and a possible family.

Watching you sleep and envisioning the future has become so dear to him, he just can’t bring himself to close his eye and join you, making up for the lack of sleep during the day. He sees everything he wants with you in the content expression on your face, tracing your features with a calloused finger and dotting your moonlit skin in feather light kisses.

“I love you.”

Is what he says into your ear as he settles in finally beside you, his body no longer able to stay awake like he wants. Carefully adjusting you so you’re heart will beat on top of his, lulling him into a dream that he can’t wait to have, knowing it’ll be filled with your bright smile and warm eyes, pulling him along to wherever the future with you holds, hoping to experience it outside of his mind one day soon.

✮ — warrior’s executioner. 

you’re an earthquake that rocks his steady rhythm. 

tags — zoro x afab!reader. 1.3k wc. soft -> rough, like really, dappled with a lot of prose (i hope they make sense tbh). huge cock!zoro. creampie. a LOT of cum, sue me. cervix fucking. very explicit smut. minors, blank, and ageless blogs dni.

from hunter — i… don’t know. i felt so, so, soft for zoro in this fine afternoon. this fic made me vulnerable lmao. this is hardly proofread btw. ✮

imbued with an ache for glory since the sprout of his childhood, the way of the warrior lives in zoro’s skin and bones like a malignant disease of no existing palliative. he inhales the roughened edges of a samurai’s principle like air his lungs need to survive. these beliefs are claws of death that have grazed him one too many times, yet he wears the thousand cuts with pride. 

they whisper about him across the four seas: the devil wearing a human’s flesh, they say, siphoning his unyielding strength from the depths of hell. enemies see his swords like the embodiment of death, the extended hands of sharp torment, while allies revere his strength. 

his hands are tainted with blood from hard won victories. and zoro has never even thought of cleaning the proof of endless wars snaking along the lines of his palms until he’s met you. 

“are you sure you want this?” zoro asks for what seems like the third time, and for each you answer him with a feathery chuckle. “i don’t want to hurt you.” 

“you won’t hurt me, zoro.” there’s a spark of assurance in your eyes, fueled by conviction that it would take more than his tenacity to inflict pain upon you. 

zoro admires you for it; he desires you for that inelastic poise. and so he moistens his lips, guiding the raw end of his cock through your supple pussy lips. he’s been leaking like crazy, transparent lines of precum smeared all over your bare stomach where his rigid cock had been resting.

he palms his girth as if to soothe the stiffness; he’s unimaginably hard, pulsing with fierce vivacity. tremors rack zoro’s body, not on the account of anxiety, such is a distant feeling, but because of how much he wants to shove his thick cock right into your pussy, fuck you until your insides crumble.

“spread your legs wider for me,” he whispers, breath catching up in his throat when he feels the wet caress of your slabbering cunt around his flushed cocktip. 

you share a shuddering breath when he sheathes himself to the hilt, closing his good eye in concentration, in savoring the gummy embrace of your pussy around his twitching shaft. all the might and the brawn he’s built for years now melts into a thick puddle underneath his wavering feet. 

you’re an earthquake that rocks his steady rhythm. 

hovering above you, cautious as to not crush your ribcage with the weight of his immeasurable desire and wanton lust, zoro moves with calculated tempo. he pitches his head right below your chin, staggering breath fanning the crater between your collarbones. seconds— a dribble of a moment within which he loses his composure— that’s all it has taken for his gruff hand to cage the tender flesh of your waist and pull you with snapping vitality, therefore burying his hungry cock further in your insides. 

with an obscene yelp, you toss your head back. your weakened frame finds its leverage on zoro’s broad shoulders, leaving wild stripes of crimson on his golden skin with your nails. you can feel the ridges of his girth, the angry veins scraping your cunt repeatedly, making the little wet hole swell. 

“i’m sorry,” zoro confesses softly against your heated cheeks. “did i hurt you?”

you wish you can pour your heart out and say no, he’s not hurting you and he never will. tears grace the corner of your eyes, from the fluttering emotions hugging your belly, and you can only shake your head. at last, your hands find the curve of his flushed cheeks. he looks feverish, pushed into perpetual agony and terror of breaking you. like you’ve never done before, you tug him by the face and seal his lips with a kiss that quickly forms a whorl of saliva inside your mouths. you never let him go. 

zoro’s heart will burst, he swears it will. the unspoken consent triggers his primal need, the animalistic urge of wanting to prove how you drive him to the edge of insanity.

he pounds your pussy like a mad man freed from restraints. he folds your knees to fuck you properly while watching your cunt swallow his needy cock to the base. there are strings of transparent liquid connecting your pussy to his shaft, augmenting the smacking sound whenever he brings his weight down your soiled cervix. hungrily, repeatedly, mercilessly. 

“z… zoro!” your unabating and quivered chant injected with pleasure. “more… i need you— want you.”

need. 

his eye dilates as the word flows inside his system. he slides his upper body down to meet yours, a breathless yet fervent chuckle rising from his throat. zoro has been maiming your cervix with his insatiable cock for what seems like forever now. he’s been fucking you so maniacally that his bladder shudders and your pussy has turned a damped mess under his vigorous thrusts. all this is accompanied with brutal strength. 

instead of cowering away, you tell him to sink in you deeper. 

you, who emit the air of lavender blossoms and speak with honey in your mouth. you, whose featherlight touch whispers life into every withered thing. you, who keep a universe of all things soft and kind and gentle locked inside your velvet chest. 

“you’re perfect,” zoro murmurs against your mouth, pinning his cock one more time to your slabbering cunt. “and you’re mine.”

your belly heats up from the fervid claim. rapture, its pleasurable hand reaching for you, as zoro’s movements become deliberately slow. his spine moves like waves, the roll of his hips jittery yet deep. you feel it all at once when he pops your hardened nipple in his mouth. zoro suckles, salivating around the areola while maintaining his slow pace.

the heat picks up its intensity, along with the furiously lewd moan gaining strength and fleeing your lips. caged in a bubble of sensitivity that will burst at the seams with an airy touch, you clamp a hand over your mouth but zoro takes your wrist to pin beside your head. his final savage thrust sends rolling waves of euphoria squeezing your chest until the only way you can breathe again is to shout his name with a piece of your soul attached in it. 

zoro tattoos your expression in a huge part of his memory; the narrow of your brows, how your pretty lips shape his name, and the tears of release like silver satin adorning your eyes. with that image he buries his cock between your velvety walls, down and down until his cocktip meets your cervix again, and there— bouts of thick cum burst in your uterus. 

he screams your name, placing his life and his love between its syllables. you touch his face, soothing his shivers, but he just won’t stop filling your womb with fresh and viscid cum like he’s not busted a fat nut in a hundred years. zoro’s eye teared up at the sensation. 

“i… i can’t stop. fuck— it’s seeping. fuck, fuck—”

you lock your legs around his hips. “let it all out.”

zoro admits defeat and collapses on top of you. his cock continues to plug your pussy with blobs of cum. he withers beside you, then, and finally pulls out achingly. even without the grip of your cunt his swollen tip lazily oozes all over the sheets. 

“how are you feeling?” he tucks you in, securing your body with the warmth of his. 

“definitely sore,” you breathe, tracing the mark of stitches on his chest with a delicate finger. “but happy. how about you?”

he ponders at the question. how does he feel, truly? once, he wondered if his tenacity is just another word for wickedness and if shedding blood is the only purpose his unmatched strength serves. he pondered about the hunger he’s shackled in his core and whether it could only be satiated as he felled each enemy with a sword. 

zoro fears that he’ll never learn how to hold you close to his heart without tarnishing the perpetual twinkle of light in your luminescent eyes. but then he kisses you, and you do not flinch from its violence. 

zoro has found the answer, then. 

how could he ever hurt you when you make him tender?

how could he ever hurt you when you turn him to pieces?