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my my my, the story is always slayin, this my nth time reblogging your stories (no regrets) iluvthemsm!! 🫵🫵 in this house we love Zoro being flustered

i love from me to you sm! 😭 like it aimed directly to my heart 😭 you're so good at writing stuff so, here i am asking for a zoro!fic where reader hides that she got wounded during their last battle and zoro founds out and our poor moss head thought reader was gonna die so, he confessed (i just love flustered zoro) 😚 n e ways, continue writing the best stories!! lotsoflove! - glasses of nanamin

i feel like this is your second ask cause of the "n e ways" but lol, eitherways that's such a cute concept!! i would love love love this (i tweaked the prompt a little bit to fit it better, but i hope you like it it still)

got me losin' my cool ft. roronoa zoro!

set-up: as anon asked!! you get hurt during a fight and zoro almost has a mental breakdown haha live, laugh, love <3

warning: a bit of angst, zoro is a dumbass. otherwise, wholesome!

roronoa zoro's feet pound against the earth and he was sure that with every leap he took, his heart sunk further under. his fingers were clammy. so very clammy against your soft skin. and he was sure the sweat dripping off his forehead and dropping onto your bloodied tank top was the last thing you wanted to see before you died.

"zo—" you rasped helplessly and your voice felt like graters against his skin. your chapped lips, almost closed eyes, the wound on your stomach and your week, blood-stained hand on it. he couldn't even bear to look at you without wanting to breakdown.

"stop talkin, please." he clenched his jaw tighter, the sound of teeth against teeth jarring. and although he refused to look down at you, cradled carefully in his arms, he could hear the desperate heaves that rocked your body.

he picked up the pace, ducking under hanging vines and leaping over overgrown roots of ancient trees carefully, so, as to not hurt you. the ship should be two minutes away, docked at the edge of the island and chopper must be there. and chopper would know what to do. how to help you.

zoro had to just deliver you to chopper.

but with his poor geographical skills, he felt like he had been running for the past thirty minutes without finding the ship. and he was certain the ship was docked only 10 minutes away from where the fight was taking place between the strawhat crew and a local pirate crew.

"zoro—" you started again.

why were you speaking? DID YOU WANT TO DIE?

"—don't use up your breath. please." he panted, feet still working to find the ship. where was that goddamn ship?

"that side—" you winced as you pointed your arm in the opposite direction. you coughed, wincing again before whispering, "the sunny."

zoro's head whipped around to look behind him. and at once, he changed the course. running as fast as he could, he soon found himself at the rocky beach the ship had been docked at.

"CHOPPER!" the swordsman bellowed for the mini doctor as he climbed up the ship. the reindeer was peering over the deck and when he looked at your nearly passed-out figure, he yelped in surprise.

"she got stabbed." zoro explained as he carried you inside to chopper's makeshift office/operation theater. laying you down gently, they both looked guilty as you groaned and clutched your own hand on the wound tighter.

"i need to apply some anti-septic, clean the wound and stitch it up." chopper stated, eerily calm in the heat of the moment. "here—" he gave zoro a sterilized cloth from his cupboard, "—apply it to her wound. put pressure on the area, i need to go make the anti-septic really quick."

"you have to make it? how long will that take?" if the swordman wasn't scared out of his wits, he would be surprised at how desperate he sounded.

"five minutes."

zoro looked at the reindeer wide-eyed. but the reindeer ran off, presumably to make the said medicine.

he looked back at you, putting the cloth to the wound and gently pushing down. he knew how to make the bleeding stop, he had done this multiple time. what he hadn't done multiple times was see you so lifeless, so incredibly overtaken by pain.

"hey." he found himself saying softly. softer than he had ever spoken before, "hey, can you look at me? hear me?"

you nodded slowly and relief washed over him. atleast you hadn't lost all cognitive senses.

"just focus on my voice, okay?" he knelt down so that he was on your eye-level from the bed. his other hand gingerly took ahold of yours. mindlessly, he rubbed soothing circles on your skin. he repeated, "just focus on my voice. yeah, close your eyes. i'm here okay?"

you found yourself closing your eyes, relying solely on the darkness of your eyelids and his voice to guide you to safety. his hand felt like a familiar weight against your stomach, the kind of touch that will renew a dead man and get him climbing back from his grave. his voice was sweet, too sweet to be even called his.

"i—" he paused, rubbing your skin with the pad of his thumb, "chopper's gonna fix you up, you know. h-he always does. i mean you're stronger than this. you'd survive, right?"

he's not sure if he meant to ask it as a question. he was sure he had said it to sound reassuring. but somewhere in between him uttering the words and you hearing them, they had turned into a desperate, desolate plea.

your chest fluttered underneath him, your breath strained. the face he adored slowly scrunched up from the pain. and he found himself talking even more.

"focus on me, okay? just me." he steeled his voice. and his nerves. "you'd be okay. you know, you always said you'd make me mochi, you never did. you said you'd make sake flavoured mochi. is that even a thing?" he laughed despite himself. it was barely a laugh. a pitiful scoff maybe? it was not the kind of laugh that would fool you.

"uh— once you get better." he pretended to ignore the way your body seemed to go slack under him. he repeated, "once you get better, i'm gonna convince franky to make us fireworks. you love those. and- and nami. i'd convince that money-hungry witch to lend me some money so that i can take you out. we will go shopping. you always said you—"

why were you so awfully quiet? usually, you'd talk to the point where he wanted to cut his ear off. now, he wanted to her you. he wanted to hear you call him a moss-head like sanji and he wanted you to laugh when he yelled at luffy for doing something stupid. and—

"—hey?" his voice pitched higher, "please wait, chopper will be back yeah?"

but you didn't even shake your head a weak yes. his shaky fingers reached out to look for your pulse on your neck. it was there. feeble, but there. but for how long?

how long till he lost you?

his throat was closing up, he couldn't breathe. his eyes burned and he was sure he was gonna mark your skin with his own from the way he held onto your wrist.

why won't you talk to him? call out his name, god fucking dammit. nobody called his name the way you did. as if you liked the syllables enough to make a home out of them. nobody smiled at him the way you did. so sweet, too sweet for him. you were everything. even though he was just another wrecked, broken boy with dreams too big for his mortal body, you were everything.

"please," he clutched onto you like a maddening bastard, "please. just hold on, okay?"

but bile seemed to crawl farther up his throat every time you didn't respond. not even a slight glance. not even the movement of a pinky. his fingers checked for your pulse. faint, but there.

and he couldn't hold his words back. he called out your name in a desperate effort to awaken you. water blurred his vision and he blinked it away. his throat was scratchy. too scratchy. and where was chopper?

"i love you." he finally confessed, not thinking much of his words than the fact that he just wanted you to hear them. "i love you so much. i have for so long. i-it wasn't supposed to be like this. i- i was gonna take you out to explore some island. i would have bought you food and called you an idiot when you smiled at me. then— then." he paused, "i would have told you i loved you. you would have said nothing back. and i would have loved even despite that."

he called out your name, sobs racking through his body like accursed symphonies.

"move." chopper was back, in his hand was a ceramic bowl with a green, gooey paste. "go out. i'd call you back, okay?"

if chopped noticed the state zoro was in, he simply chose not to dwell on it. and if zoro had any residual doubts for what kind of a doctor chopper was, he didn't dwell on them either. he caressed your hand one last time and stepped out.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

the swordsman had been pacing around the deck. none of the members were back and it gnawed on his heart. what if they were hurt too? should he go back to see? but how could he leave chopper and you alone here? and what kind of a first mate was he if he cannot even save his own crew?

the world's greatest swordman be damned.

chopper stepped out and zoro looked at the doctor, frantic. chopper gave him a sigh and chased it with a smile, "she's okay."

zoro was not sure if it was the exhaustion, or the relief, or some other feeling his gut had concocted in him without asking. but he crashed down on his knees. his palms felt rough against his face and when he inhaled, he could smell dried blood on them.

"hey." chopper trotted towards him, keeping his paw on the green-haired man's shoulders, "she's okay, really. they missed any vital spots and she didn't lose a lot of blood. she will heal, okay?"

zoro couldn't do anything but just nod along. then, when he had the courage to look away from his hands. he looked at the doctor, finally muttering a faint "thank you."

the reindeer blushed at the compliment, "don't thank me. but you know, once she's better, you should tell her how you feel. this time maybe while she's conscious."

"chopper." the swordsman groaned.

the reindeer shrugged mechanically, "i won't tell anyone what i heard if you promise to take her out on that date."

after much deliberation— having to choose between humiliation at the hand of his crewmates when they discovered his crush or the humiliation from his crush when he finally confessed— he finally gave in. after all, humiliation from one was better than humiliation from seven. especially that fucking cook.

"fine." he grumbled, "i'd take her out."

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

it had been two weeks since you were stabbed. well, you didn't talk to anyone about it, really. but when you drifted off into the wicked embrace of sleep, you would be plagued by the memories. and well, a confession.

it's not like you were pretending to be dead!! your body had simply given up. it was exhausted from the fighting and the not-dying. so, when you were laid on chopper's bed to be patched up, your body had gone slack. but just because your body had gone slack doesn't mean you weren't awake.

it had been two weeks and you hadn't told the green-haired asshole what you had heard. why? maybe cause you thought he would make the first move. or maybe because you weren't quite sure if he actually said those things or if you hallucinated it to dilute the pain.

eitherways, seemed like things between you and the mosshead were the same as they were before the incident. and you were really starting to consider the hallucination excuse. but then—

"hey." zoro quipped up as he came to stand beside you. it was cloudy today, the grey skies churning in anticipation of a storm. the winds were unkind and the sea was malevolent. beautiful nonetheless.

"oh hey." you turned and gave him a small smile. you shifted from one feet to another, pretending as if you weren't terrified of the route this conversation might take, "whats up?"

"uh—" he looked back for a spilt-second and you saw— from the corner of your eyes— chopper hidden behind a bunch of boxes, giving zoro his best death glare. zoro sighed, "so, uh, this is random, i think? but when we dock on the next island tomorrow morning. do like... do you want to go see some new sword-cleaning equipment with me?"

you shouldn't have laughed. but you did.

"what's funny?!" his eyes widened and his cheeks were dusted pink.

"no-nothing." you heaved, closing your eyes. "that's the best excuse you could come up with? sword cleaning equipment?"

"what do you mean 'excuse'? i need some equipment!"

"zoro." you forced open your eyes, your smile still frozen over your lips, "if you want to go out on a date with me, you should say that okay?"

his ears went red and he looked away. you were sure if the weather was quiet, you could hear his heart picking up the pace. clearing his throat, he finally asked, "who told you? chopper?"

"no, dummy." you reached your hand out, taking his calloused palm in yours. your thumb rubbed familiar patterns on his hand, "you did."

"me?" he snapped to look back at you, "me?"

you just gave him a grin, "this reminds me, i did promise you i'd try making sake flavoured mochi. i never did. but again, you said you'd ask frankie to make us fireworks and we're still firework-less. but hey, i forgive you if you forgive me okay?"

his head could have burst open from the sheer pressure on his brain but you continued, "but eitherways, what i really mean is that if you said i love you." you stepped a bit closer, "i'd say i love you too."

your hand let go of his and you chose to walk away, leaving him dumbfounded. when his senses came to him, he ran upto you, "YOU HEARD THAT ALL?!"

"all of it."

"ugh."

"heh, it was kinda cute."

"i thought you were dying, woman."

"in a way, we all already are."

"have you been hanging out with robin too much? god, kill me."

"god doesn't need to. you're already dying."

"i want to die faster."

you took his hand back in yours and pulled him towards yourself. pecking his cheek, you said, "no. we still have to go on that date. i mean, if you ever actually ask me."

the flustered mess that was rorononoa zoro just sighed. accepting his fate, he asked, "well, do you wanna go on that date or what?"

you snickered, "i'll think about it"

"do you live to annoy me?"

"maybe. but you love meee."

"i might change my mind after this."

but despite his words, his fingers stayed gently intertwined with yours. hey, maybe getting stabbed in the stomach wasn't all that bad? (jk, it was very very bad)

a/n: i love writing stoic men are flustered little guys lmaoo. hopefully y'all like this? i've been writing a lot of fluff/semi-angst lately. i wanna write some nsfw content but im so out of ideas. send reqs if you guys have anything in mind!!

#one piece #opla #op #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #one piece zoro #zoro fluff #zoro fic #zoro imagine #one piece x reader #trinity recs

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rkiveinmarvel · 5 days

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basically WANO

Usopp: Zoro is not answering.

Sanji: I'll call him.

Usopp: Franky and I have been calling him again and again, what makes you think he---

Zoro: Oi, stupid cook.

#Zosan #one piece zoro roronoa #incorrect one piece #one piece incorrect quotes #opla #one piece live action #one piece #one piece zosan #op zosan #zosan au

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rkiveinmarvel · 6 days

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🫵 choso 🫵

and then, it got better ft. choso kamo!

this the 03 part to my continued series! you can check the 01, 02 parts first, if you haven't already! this is very long but i'm pretty happy with it lol.

set-up: your academic rival friend (???) and you have been fooling around for the past two months. but maybe the feelings have built enough to come spilling out? (note: the characters haven't had penetrative sex before the events of this part, they've done other stuff!)

warnings: PORN WITH PLOT!! nsfw includes fingering, penetration, dirty talk, overstimulation, degradation and praise (what a heavenly combo), blowjob, in public (i wrote everything because... idk what to tell you. i wanted a grand finale to the story.)

"choso fuuck—" you forced open your eyes, just to see grey, cemented, soulless walls of the basement parking over the steering wheel.

you were perched on his lap, facing the other cars lined up neatly. your top hiked up to expose your barely bra-clad tits and your skirt had been hastily shoved up so that he could work against your cunt with ease. you were sure your panties were somewhere on the carpeted floor but you didn't care.

or more like you couldn't.

not with the way his fingers moved in and out of you. not with the way his somewhat strained breaths fluttered over your exposed neck. his hard-on dug against the curve of your ass as his knees kept your legs wide-apart.

"oh my god" your voice hitched up as you felt a familiar tension brewing in the pit of your stomach. you closed your eyes again, chewing on your bottom lip, "fuck fuck fUCK, ugh chos-"

"you're gettin' too loud." his palm flattened against your mouth, trapping the breathless moans between his hands and the vicinity of his car. as his fingers pistoled in and out of you at a practiced rate, your back arched and your voice trembled against his skin. you dug your head deeper into his chest as the hand on your mouth finally slid down to your clit. his fingers rubbed over your puffy nub and you melted into him, "ch-osoo ngh~ fuck fuck fuck."

"come on, almost there." he cooed in your ear, going faster with the movement of his slender fingers. his digits brushed past your soft spot the same second as he pressed down on your clit. and you came undone.

your body trembled and shook. and his palms softly ran over your thighs, soothing you. once you caught your breath, his hands pulled your tshirt downwards to cover your chest. choso then pressed a chaste kiss to your sweaty forehead, "good girl. wasn't so hard was it?"

you groaned, turning your face around to tuck it against his chest. the embarrassment of letting him fuck you in his car, a few minutes before you were to go see your friends crept up your throat. and you groaned again.

"what?" when he laughed, and the vibrations set your body alight. you looked up at him and his face was flushed too. a red blush was resident behind his tattooed nose and cheeks. beads of sweat lingered on his hairline and trailed downwards his jaw and neck, disappearing behind the collar of his tshirt.

your breath was strained, legs shook. your bottom lip hurt from the amount of time you had bitten down on it to quieten yourself down. your back was so sweaty and the car was impossibly hot.

"you're such an ass." you managed to say once you had caught your breath. climbing off of him, you made your way to sit down on the passenger seat.

"am i?" he replied back innocently. his eyes followed your figure as you made yourself comfortable against the leather seats.

"yes, you are." your fingers reached upwards and brought the sun visor down. you peered at your own reflection in the small mirror and mumbled, "we have to literally go see our friends in ten minutes."

"i know. but you were the one who started the teasing, not me. anyways, think we can squeeze in another round before—"

"—choso." you warned, "i asked you to drive us to the mall. didn't ask you to park your car in the parking lot and do that."

"you weren't complaining two minutes ago."

you glared at his simple answers, "i have to redo my make-up now."

"huh? why?" his tone was somewhere between confused and appalled. as if you were ruining his creation.

"why?" you met your own eyes in the mirror. your lip gloss was smudged, spread messily around your lips. your base had gotten ruined due to the sweat. you sighed before looking back at him, "do you not see my face?"

"yeah, so pretty." he shrugged, bending down to pick up your discarded undergarment. instead of handing it back to you, he mindlessly shoved the fabric into the pocket of his jeans.

"pervert." you crossed your arms over your chest haughtily. then sighed, "do you want them all to find out that we're fucking? even yuuji and sukuna are meeting up with us today."

"sukuna canceled."

when you sat before him, unimpressed, the raven-haired shut his mouth and nodded. both of you knew that when you both finally left the basement to go to up, you'd find your friends. your friends cause choso practically hung out with nobody except his brothers (mostly yuuji, 'cause sukuna was a brat busy doing whatever evil shit that delinquents do).

the hangout was nobara's idea.

once she was done teasing you immensely over the fact that choso texted you (and you had texted back), she proposed the idea that you should all hangout. nothing huge. just you and your friends (yuuta, maki, nobara) and choso. but then nobara asked choso to invite someone and he invited yuuji and sukuna. and then yuuji invited some other sulky boy named megumi (who was apparently gojo sensei's son).

so what was a chill bowling session between four friends turned into this huge get-together.

you wouldn't be surprised if gojo sensei showed up to drop off his son and stayed there with you guys. he was weird like that. sometimes, you wondered if he had no friends.

eitherways, nobody knew you and choso were fucking around (atleast, not so regularly). you chose not to tell your friends cause you knew how obsessed nobara gets whenever somebody's love life is involved. so, for all your friends knew, you and choso were just talking. definitely not finger-fucking in his car five minutes before you both showed face.

"so, well." choso cleared his throat, "fix your face. then you can go on before me, i'll join you guys like five-ten minutes later?"

you nodded, half-looking at his raging boner. then, you pulled out the pack of make-up wipes from your purse.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

"you look so cute!" nobara grinned as you walked upto her. everyone else was here (except choso and sukuna).

"you too." you laughed when she struck a pose and said thankyou. maki rolled her eyes at the redhead's actions and yuuta was too busy checking his phone. probably waiting for rika to respond. they both got into a fight over something or the other.

"you're megumi right?" you looked over the sulky boy. he seemed a bit out of place but yuuji stuck by his side. it's as if the pink-haired boy's overtly welcoming aura was to combat megumi's black-hole of emo-ness. you smiled at the two boys, "nice to meet you both."

"i'm surprised gojo sensei isn't here." nobara sighed, "almost thought he'd stay back after dropping you, 'gumi."

"trust me, it was very hard to convince him to just go home." the sullen boy admitted casually, "but he's a good reminder that i should make some friends unless i wanna be like him at 30."

"how long till choso is here?" maki asked, looking straight at you.

consciously you pulled your hands to the back of your neck, "don't know—"

"—i'll call and ask." the pink-haired jock spoke up, excusing himself to dial his brother.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

you groaned as the bowling ball swerved sideways and fell into the gutter. pulling your eyes at the screen above, you saw a 0 register next to your name.

"this game is so stupid." you huffed as maki got ready for her turn. yuuji nodded his head solemnly, "i agree right?! it's like it makes no sense."

"it makes sense itadori. you just have terrible hand-eye coordination." megumi bit back lazily, "which is weird, cause you're the goddamn quarterback."

"hey, haven't you heard?" yuuji— the boy who had managed to hit three bowling pins in the past two rounds— pouted. "you can either be good at bowling or sex."

choso cleared his throat as he picked up the ball for his turn. he was second in lead with maki closely trailing behind and yuuta before him. nobara's lips curled upwards mercilessly after hearing yuuji's hypothesis, "does that mean choso sucks in bed?"

maybe you were imagining it, but you felt as if all eyes were you. thankfully, yuuta snapped everyone out of it by loudly declaring that it was his turn.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

the game was over.

yuuta won, maki came in second and megumi third. choso (who was leading at first, and somehow stop performing as well after yuuji's statement) was fourth. yuuji was last.

you all had decided to get some lunch. so, you had come to this mexican restaurant. your phone dinged as you shoved a complementary nacho chip in your mouth. you picked up the phone just to see a text from choso: meet me in front of the bathroom.

you quickly shut off your phone, paranoid that somebody would see. then you excused yourself. trotting outside of the restaurant, you passed by multiple stores before you took a sharp right turn and went into the hallway that led to the bathrooms. you stood there confused for a second before a hand whisked you into a tight closet. your eyes widened and you suppressed a yelp as your eyes got used to the dark and you saw choso peering at you, handsome as ever.

"what—" but his lips were on your neck, kissing down softly. you leaned into his chaste kisses, "choso~ do-don't leave marks, somebody will see."

he hummed against your throat, licking where he kissed you. your hands wrapped in his hair and you softly played with the strands and he licked downwards to your collarbone.

he called out your name, "you gotta pay me back."

you hummed in confusion but he turned you around so that his back was against the wall. he silently plead and you slowly bent down. your knees rested over the cool marble floor as you teased his hard dick over the pants.

he groaned out your name, "don't tease. we don't have forever."

"oops" you have him a teasing smile and undid the button and zipper of his jeans. you pulled the pants down his hard-on was in front of you. taking the dick in your hand, you gently slapped it over your lips.

but choso was having none of your games. his fingers weaved between your hair and he pushed your face forward so as to bully his dick past your lips. his hands guided your face inwards, forcing you to take as much as you could in one go.

your eyes clouded over and you felt familiar wetness pooling in your core. the whole ordeal made your gut twist in excitement. the way he was fucking your face, using you as his favourite toy. the way his voice hitched up before it fell into a low rumble. the way you could hear people pass you by, going to the washroom at the end of the hallway. all if it made the sticky liquid pool up in your core and trail downwards to your thigh.

you fingers found your clit and you rubbed the bundle of nerves as he bobbed your face up and down. you moved you fingers with the pace of his hips against your face. and you hummed helplessly around his cock when your body became sensitive to your own touches.

"such a slut." he whispered, looking down at you with mock amusement, "look at you. getting off of the fact that i'm fucking your pretty face."

your pussy clenched around nothing and you shivered. he took the response of your body to go faster. to drag your mouth over his throbbing cock faster and faster till you could feel it twitching in your mouth.

"ch—choso" you mumbled over his dick and he threw his head back. "yeah, angel. like that. keep moaning 'round my fucking dick."

"n-ngh ugh~" your hips bucked to your own touches. the fleeting, soft touches of your finger on your clit made you moan louder around him.

without warning, you felt his dick twitch and a salty liquid coated your mouth. you swallowed down, as you had many times over and looked up at him. he guided your face back and you let go of his cock with a pop. you mewled as he pushed his thumb in your mouth. "are you gonna cum?"

you nodded and he gave you a sadistic smile, "slut. go on, cum for me."

it was too much.

you closed you eyes and focused on his thumb in your mouth. your tongue lapped over his finger and you shivered as your lower half writhed. your fingers playing against your cunt even as you gushed and clenched around nothing.

"fuck it." he whispered. and before you knew what was happening, he dragged you up and pinned you face-first to the wall. your ass jutted out towards him and he pulled your leg back to get easier access to your soaking pussy.

swiping his finger against you slick, he whispered in your ear, "i'm sorry. i wanted to fuck you nice and proper. but, i can't wait."

"you get me right? let me fuck you, please." he took the slick-coated finger and shoved it into your mouth, making you hum around your own sweet nectar. meanwhile, his hands guided his fat dick to tease you at the entrance. you mewled as he pushed the mushroom tip into your impatient hole and then brought it out, choosing to nudge your swollen clit instead.

his hot breath fanned over your throat, "you'd let me fuck you, right baby?"

you nodded feverishly, still sucking on his digits.

"good girl." he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, then another. then another. as he slowly pushed his dick inside your pulsing hole. his cock filled you out inch by inch and he kept pressing kisses as to make-up for any discomfort. soon, he was fully sheathed inside of you. he whispered again, "i'm gonna fuck you raw. god. look at the way- fuck." he breathed hard, "look at the way you're sucking off my cock."

he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and pulled your jaw back so that you could look at him. "do you want me to fuck you?"

you moaned and nodded as he punctuated the sentence with a harsh roll of his hip against yours.

"words." he growled, growing impatient.

"plea-please choso." your eyes glossed over as you stared into his dark ones, "fuck me hard."

silently, his fingers travelled down your jaw and rested on your throat. he squeezed down and your pussy clamped over his dick in response. he groaned and started moving. you were so wet that his dick could move in and out of your pussy as if he had fucked you enough times till he could perfectly fit you.

his veiny walls dragged against yours and your eyes rolled back. your overstimulated pussy fluttered and clamped down around his dick. and when he guided one of your hands over your own clit, you cried out in pleasure.

he traced your clit using your own soft fingers. you mewled and slumped forward, against the wall. but he stayed relentless. his hips moved front and back, dragging his dick in and out of you. his fingers forced yours to keep rubbing tight circles around your pulsating clit. one particular thrust and he rubbed his tip against your soft spot.

you almost went blind.

"choso choso cho— fuck fuck, my god—" you huffed, eyes screwed shut, fingers forced to play with your sensitive nub. your hips backed into his and he pressed his hand down tighter against your throat.

"—fucking god. you. you're driving me insane." he grunted, snapping his hips against yours even more forcefully, "god, i cannot wait to fucking fill you up. fuck you again 'n 'gain till you lose your mind. i'm gonna bend you over in that classroom and fuck you till the whole uni knows you're mine."

he pulled your hair harshly and you yelped, "want that, you want that, right baby?"

you nodded again and he pressed his other hand over yours, pressing down harshly on your clit, "good. my fucking slut. getting fucked in public. what else do you want?"

"y-you" you babbled mindlessly as the pleasure took over your body.

he pulled your hair again, "other than me?"

"no-nothing else~ fuck." your pussy clenched around him and your thighs shook as an orgasm took you under.

"nothing else?" he grunted, "good." the grunt turned into a soft moan, helpless and weak as your pussy kept fluttering against him. he slightly slumped against you, his thrusts growing sloppy, "i'm gonna cum—"

"—inside." you babbled, "'m on the pill."

"fuck—" the warm load filled you up as soon as you uttered the permission. his shallow thrusts slowed down till he stopped completely. he rested his forehead against your back. his breath was strained and your entire body was hot.

slowly, he pulled out and moaned softly as he saw his cum seep out of your still fluttering hole. he gently turned you around, wrapping his arms around your body. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, "you're too pretty."

"—choso." you shoved your face into his clothed chest. and you were sure the makeup residue will be visible against the black tee. he pulled pants up, zipping them. then he sorted out your disheveled clothes.

"hey," he whispered once he was done, unsure of his voice. when you looked up at him, he leaned down. taking your jaw softly in his hands, he pressed his lips to yours. you brought your hands to his cheek, holding him as you kissed him back. when you both separated, you both were out of breath.

"i'm sorry." he mumbled, guilt dancing in his gaze, "i should have asked you out on a proper date and—"

but you kissed him again. softly. as light as a feather. you smiled up at him, "this was perfect."

he sighed, looking away from you, "no it wasn't. i-i just fucked you in a supply closet for our first time."

"well, this entire thing started because i wanted to fuck your brains out and get ahead of you in class." you winced at the situation, "so, i think it is a fair first time given our circumstances."

"wait," his eyes widened, "for real? you actually came to fuck me to—"

"— to come first in class, yeah." you sighed, "nobara's idea. she thought i could fuck you dumb. or something."

"ofcourse she thought so." he laughed. "why did you think that would work? i've wanted to fuck you since we took that first class together. if anything, i was relieved when it happened."

you looked up at him, surprised, "what?"

you replied easily, somewhat confused by your question, "didn't i tell you the first time you sucked my dick? that i've wanted this for so long?"

"i thought that was just dirty talking!"

"huh??" he blinked, "no. i actually have wanted to do this. like for a long, long time."

"why didn't you ask me out then!? i've wanted this for a long time too."

"well... i mean" he bit the inside of his cheek, "like... i dunno? i thought you'd notice me if i came first in all the exams all the time."

you looked up at him in disbelief, "you decided to study your ass off to come first just cause you wanted me to notice you? and eventually, fuck you?"

he shrugged, "it worked, didn't it? took us two years, but it worked."

well, he was right. good luck to you and your weird boyfriend friend <3

(ofc your friends teased you and choso relentlessly once you went back to the restaurant. yuuji couldn't meet his older brother's eyes and you are pretty sure megumi vowed to never make any new friends cause you guys were so weird. but hey, atleast it was a pretty good fuck session.)

a/n: this concludes my choso series!! would you guys wanna see such short story thingies for other characters (i have one written out for yuuji already lol). thankyou so much for reading this!! hope you enjoyed, as always <3 if you have any ideas for other characters, please do send in a request! tagging (so many people lol): @fawngizzl @tobios-posts @enesitamor @seaweed-empire @little-art-addiction @milkysuck @somejojofanlol @liiiacke @kamoslut @rkiveinmarvel

#jjk smut #choso smut #choso #choso kamo #choso kamo smut #choso x reader #choso x reader smut #jjk x reader smut #jjk #jujustu kaisen #trinity recs

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ppl r rlly trying to bring back my choso obsession, huh? (secretly likes it) i don't like it (absolutely likes it)

just a distraction ft. choso kamo!

academic rivals, academic rivals, academic rivals, academic rivals- set-up: in which, choso and you are academic rivals. in every exam, the raven-haired cunt always seems to be just a negligible percent ahead of you. maybe you've had enough of his bullshit. maybe you should find better ways to get him off that first rank? (both the reader and choso are in second year of college)

warnings: PORN WITH (A LITTLE) PLOT. nsfw babes. contains blowjob, cunnilingus, dirty talking, pet names (baby, darling, etc.), banter (lots and lots). yeah mdni <3

you didn't know much about choso kamo. not really, no.

i mean you knew the basics. you knew his name, his voice. you knew that he always was dressed in black and that he had that weird (somewhat hot) tattoo cutting a horizontal across his pretty face. you knew he had two younger brothers (the pink-haired twin underclassmen) and how he doted on them outside of these wretched lecture rooms.

oh, and what else? you knew he was a fucking bastard.

you knew how smug he was. how absolutely insufferable. you knew the way he scoffed when the professor asked you for the answer instead of him. you knew the way he rolled his eyes when you told him he was wrong. and you knew his full lips always curled up when all the students would gather around the notice board after the exams.

you knew he would always scan his gaze over the crowd, meet your eyes and mouth, "maybe next time, sweetheart." and then walk away.

there's no way an arrogant asshole like him should ever come first in anything! but here you stood in front of the fucking notice board, seeing his name next to the first rank. again.

you had tried everything, really. you had been studying everyday in the library until the staff physically pushed you out of the gates and asked you to go home. you had practiced every question paper in existence, really. then how was he still sitting on top with that stupid fucking smirk of his?

"ugh, don't tell me you're going to the library today." nobara groaned, sprawled out on your dorm bed. "exams literally ended two days ago. you should take some time off!! you promised me you would shop with me once the break came-"

"that was before that bastard beat me again." you mumbled, stuffing a thick notebook into your bag haphazardly.

"are you gonna ditch me for that guy? again? nobody even cares about coming first in uni!! it's a miracle we're all passing, even."

"it matters to me."

"sure does..." nobara pouted. then she sat up and tucked her legs one under the other. she eyed you cautiously and uncannily slow, then grinned like a devil, "what are you doing?"

"what? packing my bag to go to the library?"

"why are you trying so hard to impress him?"

if your body was not a human body, you were sure your eyes would have fallen off and onto the ground. you spluttered, "excuse me? i- i am not trying to impress anybody!"

"uh huh, uh huh." she rested her face on her open palm as if oblivious to the accusations she had placed upon you and your character.

"don't uh huh, uh huh me."

"i am just saying that there are more ways to get a first rank than just studying your ass off you know?" she followed with a cashmere smile, "maybe you should take up another strategy. distract your opponent a little?"

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this was stupid. really, really stupid.

but nonetheless, you knocked on his dorm room and awaited an answer.

the rest of the floor was empty, most people on vacation or back home for the spring break but not him. he was holed up in his room doing god knows what (studying, probably.)

you subconsciously pulled down the hem of your short denim skirt while awaiting his answer. it's not like you dressed too modest or something. but knowing that you had purposely put on a white, almost see-through long sleeve with a mini, mini denim skirt for all the wrong purposes felt embarrassing.

he would probably see through your act so quickly.

the door finally swung open and there stood an annoyed man in a black, fitted tee and black sweats. his long, choppy hair had been put up in a half-up and his annoyed expression morphed into a sadistic, half-satisfied smile when he saw you. his lips tugged upwards as he took you in, up and down.

"want something?" he asked slowly, leaning against the door frame and towering over you.

you held the books flush against your chest, as if hiding yourself from his scrutinizing gaze. "i-" you swallowed thickly, the words going sour on your tongue, "i just was wondering if you would help me out."

"awh, finally asking for me help, sweetheart?"

the urge to flip him off and walk away was big. but the urge to defeat him and see his crying face was bigger.

"are you gonna invite me in or are we supposed to do this in the middle of the hallway?" you snapped.

god, your self esteem was taking brutal hits right now.

he stepped to his right and mockingly invited you in. you stepped inside into his dark, disheveled dorm room. only purple LED lights had been turned on and from the looks of it, his roommate was gone. possibly on vacation. the raven-head's laptop lay forgotten on his bed and the dimly lit screen had some pop-up game menu asking if he wanted to exit the game.

you looked back at him as he locked off the door. you swallowed yet again, "uhm, so what were you doing?"

"playing." he remarked nonchalantly, nodding towards his laptop. he sat on his roommate's clean bed and you mirrored his actions by sitting on choso's messed bed.

"so?" he quipped again, and the purple led lights casted ghostly shadows across his face, "what does the princess need help with?"

"first, she needs you to drop that cocky, bitchy attitude." you chewed on the inside on your cheek to bite back insults, "second, i- uhm, needed help with the integral problems."

"ah, really? which part?" he stood up, walking over to where you were sitting. looking down, he casted a dubious look as your fingers pulled his tshirt downwards as if nudging him to sit down besides you.

he sat down, uncomfortably close to you on that small bed. he refused to meet your gaze, choosing to pick up the book you had brought with you and flipping through it.

you leaned forward, purposely brushing your perked chest against his biceps. you pointed towards a random problem and whispered, "that one, please."

and just like that, choso kamo was fucked.

you could feel the man's composure was evaporating when he nodded dryly and swallowed in vain. he tried to put distance between you two but you felt confident in your teasing. deciding to press himself closer to his side, molding your curves against his sculpted body, you noticed how he shifted his pants ever so subtly.

"so, you know this needs to be integrated separately first-" his breath hitched as your light fingers skimmed over his arm and you nodded enthusiastically to continue. "right- so. so, you know then you take the numerator okay? and you should- hey w-what?"

he stopped confused as you lightly skimmed over his thighs. your fingers barely brushed over his hard-on. you flashed him a smile, "you look a bit tensed up. i feel like i can't study if you'd be so stiff around me."

"yn." choso breathed as you brushed your soft fingers past the growing tent again. his rough hands held your wrist still as he gave you a pleading look, "what are you doing?"

you took the book out of his hands, placing it somewhere on the bed. then you gave him a reassuring smile, "choso, relax."

and then you sat down on the floor. your hands separated his thighs gingerly and you looked up at him one more time. he had closed his eyes, as if looking at you would make him cum.

you dragged your fingers to the waistband of his pants and tugged them down slowly. his erect dick sprung up, slightly hitting his clothed abdomen. hiding your amusement at his apparent shyness, you slowly pumped his dick.

"look at me." you whispered and he exhaled softly. when his eyes met yours, you took off your shirt, presenting him with your bare torso.

"fuck-" he choked up, eyes transfixed on your perked nipples and the slight goosebumps on your supple skin.

your fingers pumped him languidly and you finally placed wet, kitten licks on the mushroom tip. tasting his salty pre, you swirled your tongue around it, relishing in his breathless whimpers. then, in one go, you took him in. you sucked on it while your hands worked his base.

you looked up at him through fluttering eyelashes and something in his demeanor broke. as if he had finally let lose.

his rough palm pressed against the back of your head, pushing you to take in more. you momentarily gagged around his cock and he moaned as your helpless voice reverberated against his shaft. he pushed you in slowly, looking at the way your eyes started tearing up.

fighting off a feral grin, he whispered, "you have no idea how long i've waited to do this."

then his hands guided you up and down, using your face as a toy for his pleasure. your manicured nails dug into the fabric as he abused your mouth for his pleasures.

"fuck- fuck. fuck. look at you, on your fucking knees. you're so fuckin' pretty, god." he threw his head back and strings of curses and moans left him as you worked in tandem with him. sucking him in pacing with the way he moved your head up and down. you eyes were getting watery and your throat feeling sore but you kept going, sucking harder till you felt him tremble under your strained touches and spit-soaked, red lips.

"i think im gonna cum- f-fuck i-" his voice broke and suddenly your mouth was full of a salty liquid. you swallowed down and ignored the sting that his dick had left behind in your throat.

still struggling to breath, he looked down at you. his calloused fingers softly wiped off the drool on your chin and he pulled you back up to sit you on his lap.

"pretty sure that wasn't a part of calculus." he whispered, almost laughing at his own joke but you were having none of it.

"choso." you breathed, desperation etched into your voice as you rut your hot, wet core against his clothed thigh. your eyes were watery, voice hoarse, "cho-"

"what do you want?" he pulled you in and pressed a kiss on your throat, his hands running over your smooth back, "ask me 'n ill give you the fuckin' world."

you leaned into his soft kisses. his clothed chest rubbed against your perked buds as you grinded yourself harder on him, "i dont know- you. i want you."

"you already have me." he insisted.

turning you around and laying you on his bed as softly as he could, he gave you a last hesitant gaze. his lips pressed chaste kisses down your body till he reached the swell of your breasts. his hand roughly pressed against one while his mouth latched onto the other.

he hummed, too drunk to say anything other than the feeling on your skin on his tongue. his fingers pulled at your hard nipple and you jolted under him, fighting off a moan. he let go with a pop, his eyes trained on your face as he licked a stripe down on your skin before focusing on the previously ignored side.

your hands tangled in his hair and you pressed down his face harder against yourself, insisting him to go rougher on you. as in on cue, he bit you slightly. grazing his sharp canine against your soft tits, he smirked when you shuddered under him.

moving even downwards, he kissed down on the soft fat on your stomach. his hands slowly played with the soft skin and he looked up at you, mumbling against your skin, "you're so fucking beautiful."

he undid the skirt, pulling it past your hips and thighs and throwing it somewhere on the floor. then, he took off his shirt, leaving him bare to be ogled at. you propped up, eyes running over every taut muscle rippling under his skin. mindlessly, you mumbled, "i hate you, you know?"

he gave you an easy smile, "maybe if you focused as much on integrals as you do on my abs, you would have been first."

"excuse me?" you sat up haughtily, "are you fucking stupid? asshole!"

his hands gently guided you back, laying you down. he gave you a teasing smile, "you run your mouth too much. that's your issue, yk."

"did i ask for your opinion or he-lp-" you closed your eyes as the pad of his thumb rubbed your clit through your slick-drenched panties.

he slowly traced circles on the sensitive nub, kissing the inner side of your plush thighs, "i thought that's why you came here?" he pressed an open-mouthed kiss close to where you wanted him. then he looked up and mumbled through a hooded gaze, "i thought you needed my help?"

he pulled the translucent fabric aside, he kissed the bundle of nerves before licking down a patient stripe down to your entrance, "fuc- choso ngh-"

"or is this it?" he spread your thighs apart more, looking at the glistening core, "did you want my help to fuck you as dumb as you are?"

before you could argue, he dipped his tongue in your entrance. his tongue lapping up the juices. he dragged his tongue up, focusing on your clit and the way you squirmed under him when he sucked on the puffy bud harshly.

looking over at your flushed face and being guided by your desperate hands, he pushed in two fingers inside. dragging them in and out, he marveled in the way your body responded to his touches.

your walls spasmed every time he entered and refused to let him go. you bit your lip to quiet yourself down. your thighs were shaking ever so slightly, your mouth agape, lips stained red. your back arched off the bed when he increased the pace and you tugged on his hair and cried out a moan when he used his thumb on your clit and pressed a kiss to your thigh.

"oh my god-" your back arched off as he sucked at your clit again, "fuck fuck fuck, choso. i'm gon'- cum, im gonna cum."

he pressed one last, fleeting kiss to your flushed clit. and he stayed there, drinking up any wayward nectar till you stilled under him. once he was sure you were through your orgasm, he stood up on his knees. wiping his face off, he asked, "you okay?"

you gave him a lazy, unenthusiastic thumbs up and he laughed at the gesture. climbing up, he came up and kissed your nose. you were sure he could taste the salt on your skin.

well, not like it wasn't his fault you were like this anyways.

laying next to you, he stared up at the ceiling and you fidgeted with your hair because it felt as if there was nothing else to do. you chewed on your lips, mulling your words over, "i don't run my mouth too much."

now that the sexual tension was gone. it was awkward, "sorry i said it like that."

"yeah, i guess it's okay."

well there were other things he had said aswell. like "i have been waiting so long for this" or "you have me"... but you didn't feel like raising such important questions when your limbs ached with fatigue and your mind was clouded over with thoughts of choso in your veins.

he gave you a tight-lipped smile and after a minute, he climbed off the bed.

"uh, hey?" you got up too, "do you want me to like... leave?"

"what? no no. i figured you'd get cold." he shook his head and grabbed a plain, blue t-shirt from his closet. he handed it over to you and climbed back in bed, dragging the covers up to cover you both. hesitantly, he draped his hand over your waist and no sooner was he asleep. his soft snores rang through the room and now you lay confused next to him.

nobara had given you some ideas and you followed it. now what? choso barely seem distracted. if anything, it seemed like it had taken off some sort of load off of his chest. he was sleeping so peacefully that you resisted the urge to sock him in the face and run back to your dorm.

while choso lay unaffected, it seems as though this escapade is gonna be rough on you.

well, this is your sign to never take nobara's advice again.

a/n: i actually have a part two written out already. let me know if anyone wants to see it lol. hope you liked it <3

#jjk smut #choso smut #choso #choso kamo #choso kamo smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk choso #choso x reader #trinity recs #trinity_recs

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rkiveinmarvel · 12 days

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cuties -- thanks sm for the tag @kana-daydreams :3

@licorice-tea -- no pressureee :> and to anyone who wants to join <3

Cute animals and clowns, let's gooooo

Picrew link

no pressure tags @rorywritesjunk @be-not-afraid-gg @lostfirefly @sordidmusings

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rkiveinmarvel · 12 days

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REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

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rkiveinmarvel · 12 days

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his chiropractor

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rkiveinmarvel · 13 days

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as always top tier writing!! i love it to the coreee!! thanks for this sweet treat <3

i love reading your fics, they always give me 🦋🦋🦋 i love them so much, so, i want to make a request a angst-comfort where zoro and reader are dating but they got into a fight (*cough* zoro got jealous and starts to question reader's loyalty *cough*) but it ends happily because I don't want cry. n e way, continue writing stories, you write them so well... 😚

im so glad you like my work!! and thankyouu so much for sending in the request, let's get to itt <3

moss and towel ft. roronoa zoro!

set-up: in which, you and zoro have been dating for six months. but after one fight night and growing distances, he finds himself questioning everything you've built together.

warnings: (poor attempts at writing) angst, zoro acts like an idiot, profanities. yeah, that's about it.

the winds were cruel tonight and even crueler were you. atleast there was some comfort in the cold gusts, some reason in the way they played against the swordsman's skin and left behind selfish goosebumps. atleast, he could attempt to understand it with nami's weather charts or whatnot.

but you. how could he attempt to understand you?

his eyebrows bunched as he stared up, fixing his gaze against the twinkling points. groaning, he put his hand over his eyes. maybe in a way, sure, it was his fault. he was never good with words or those fancy poems or haikus. he was never the one to resort to affection. but how was he supposed to fix this?

the first mate of the ship rested a fraction of his bodyweight against the wooden railing of the crow's nest. the wind tousled his unkempt hair and running a hand through his moss-green locks, he vaguely tried to remember how long it had been since nami dragged him into the bathroom and gave him a haircut again.

probably too long. he concluded with a sigh as the soft tresses caressed the mid-point of the back of his neck.

he was supposed to meet his girlfriend here. that's what had been decided. just you, him and the infinitely infinite night sky. the swordsman had even decided to talk about his feelings 'neath the dark abyss of the sky (even if he hated the mere idea of that).

but it had been 30 minutes and there were no signs of you anywhere.

life had been hectic for the both of you lately, whether it was because of the constant run-ins with the marines, zoro having to accompany luffy to side-quests or some other shit the sea sprouted every once in a while. either ways, it meant that you and him saw less and less of each-other as each day passed him by.

resigning himself to a tired sigh, zoro decided to climb downwards. you were not gonna come, that much was sure.

as his heavy feet planted against the wooden floor, he took a second to collect his thoughts. he started walking the stairs to go under the deck, to the common space where most of the crew lounged at the end of the day. descending, he thought of all possible explainations. maybe you had been caught by someone else and forced to listen to one of their anecdotes, maybe nami had asked you to help with the log pose calculations of the last island, or maybe chopper wanted you to help him grind some fresh medicine.

maybe-

he stepped inside the common place with heavy footsteps and a heavier heart and immediately saw you. you, ever so beautiful with you soft smiles and your lame jokes. you with your flowing hair and unruly habits. you, that was currently laughing along to something that shit-cook was talking about.

he must have caught your gaze cause you immediately looked away from sanji and to your boyfriend, giving him a soft smile. but he left the room without returning that gesture and you found yourself on your feet, walking after him and confused.

you trailed after him, calling his name out sweetly till you reached his room and he shut the door before you could get in.

"hey!" you laughed playfully, twisting the handle with ease and stepping inside. you closed the door behind you and tucked your arms around your chest, sporting a lively pout.

but he seemed to have to reaction to your antics, instead, deciding to carefully lay his three swords on the bed behind him as if he was courting the swords and not you.

"what's up with you?" you raised an eyebrow at him, amused by the way the man sat at the edge of the bed with an annoyed huff. when he said nothing, you pressed again, this time a bit more direct, "why are you grumbling now?"

he's been like this for the past few days and now that he refused to elaborate, you found your patience slipping off of you like a thin overcoat, leaving you behind in your ugly, impatient skin.

today had been hard, like any other day. and for some reason or the other, instead of inviting you into his arms, this man had swore to make your life even more difficult.

"zorooo," groaning, you asked again, "can you stop being so dramatic?"

his head snapped up, eyes finding yours with wicked ease. his jaw was clenched tight, face red as if he was burning up, "i am being dramatic? me?"

"yeah? you're being so fucking weird." you sighed, "why?"

"i dunno, go ask that fucking cook maybe?" he grumbled.

if the exasperation on your face wasn't obvious until now, after that comment, it was surely on full display.

"what?" you hissed, "what is up with you and all these weird accusations?"

"as i said, i dunno. ask that fuckin' waiter instead, why don't you? i'm sure he'd have some answers lined up."

"why are you dragging sanji into this?"

"why are you defending him?" he stood up, his face mirroring your exasperation tenfold. he crossed his arms similarly to yours and the muscles shifted impatiently under his shirt.

you threw you hands upwards, "im not defending him! i am aski—"

"—yes you are defending him, don't even."

you were tired.

god knew you every inch of your muscles were alight with exhaustion, your head was pounding and if he wanted to fight you, you wouldn't even have it in you to fight back. these past few days had been enough on their own. so, you sighed, taking on a resigned tone, "i am so tired, zoro. can't we do it another day?"

"yeah, right." he grumbled again, his eyebrows bunching together in a characteristic manner, "everything needs to be pushed back with you, right?"

"what is that supposed to mean?" you were sure smoke was rising from the top of your head and your pupils were comically blown out, "i was tired and wanted to take some time off, so, i had sat down. and sanji found me to make some ideal chit-chat. god forbid i be tired for once-"

"i was waiting at the crow's nest for the past 30 minutes, where were you?"

"huh—" fuck. your eyes widened as the terrible realization set in. almost on instinct, your fingers reached out to touch him so as to makeup for the terrible deed you had committed. but your boyfriend pulled himself back, dodging your careful grasp before rasping out, "don't."

"zoro, i'm sorry! really, i genuinely cannot believe i forgot—"

"so, you forgot me over that fucking cook?"

"no!" you repeated, slower, "no, of course not. i was just tired and—"

"—and you decided to go off with him instead?" he scoffed, "i thought we were dating and yet, i think we've barely had any time to just spend together. every time it's someone or the other you have to rely on, not me."

"zoro..." you started carefully but he cut off you off, "don't zoro me. it's either nami or sanji or luffy or someone or the other. i wouldn't be surprised if you're fucking blondie behind my back too."

you stared at him, shocked. the wretched feeling gnawed at your insides till you looked at him in pure, utter disgust. the corners of your eyes burned up and you spat out, "don't fucking talk to me."

and you left the room, slamming the door shut behind you.

zoro stared at the place you were standing at and then slowly dragged his eyes at the door that you had slammed shut.

fuck.

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well into the night, when he finally had swallowed his pride and mentally beat himself enough, he walked out of his room.

his steps were slow, stride careful so to not panic the mostly sleeping crew. searching through the washroom and the kitchen, the supply closet and chopper's tiny, stashed-away office, he failed to find you. then, he stepped out onto the deck and in a clean sweep, found you at the port side. the wind blew ideally though your hair and you stood with your arms on the railing.

the swordsman silently walked up to you, choosing to stand beside you without saying much. and if he had hoped for you to start the conversation, he was in for a long, long night.

"hey" he finally started off.

"i think i told you to not talk to me."

your feet shifted and you balanced your bodyweight away from him and he pursed his lips. standing in silence, the sounds of waves crashing against the ship painted you both in a uncomfortable hues.

he tried again, "i- i am sorry, really."

"don't care, didn't ask."

roronoa zoro bit the inside of his cheek, savoring the taste of foul rejection in his mouth over and over. but he had never been the one to go out without a fight. hell, he was the king of hell.

"but i am sorry." he repeated and his calloused fingers inched closer to yours, a poor attempt to ghost his skimming touches over your hand. but you were quicker and you pulled your hands back to yourself and wrapped them around yourself.

he slowly withdrew his hand and his head hung low, "how long are you gonna be mad at me?"

"i don't know? probably till i want to."

"babe—"

"—don't babe me."

"i am sorry—"

"—to fuCKING HELL WITH YOUR SORRY!" your cool demeanor washed off and you bore daggers into his paper-like skin as you stared him down. your breath was laboured and you were sure your yells must have woken someone, if not the entire crew.

he stayed silent, ready to face the consequences of his actions. and although venom was a resident on your tongue, looking at his guilt-struck face, you were reduced to nothing but a dumbfounded, little girl.

whatever you had planned, whatever you had thought you'd call him, whatever accusations you had thrown you'd throw at him dissolved at the tip of your tongue. and instead, an ugly feeling stirred under your skin. the feeling sunk heavy in your chest and your stomach and your head and heart and every other crevice of you. bile crawled up your scratchy throat and the same waterworks made home on your lash line.

when you spoke, you were sure your voice sounded more like a desperate plea than a demand for apology.

"why? why did you say that? that was low."

he looked down at his feet, his fingers twiddling against the sword hilt of his wado ichimonji in an attempt to self-soothe, "i know it was wrong. i was just so angry."

"and that makes it okay for you to question my loyalty?" you sniffed, feeling the watery weight cascade down your cheeks.

"no!" he looked up, alarmed, "no! ofcourse it doesn't. i never was— i was just—" he paused, wincing, "—i was jealous of him."

"sanji?!"

he continued, agonized, "yes, the damn cook. and everyone else, i guess. you seemed to have time for everyone but me."

"zoro, why didn't you just say it out loud to me?" you whispered softly. inching closer to him, you rested your palm against his warm cheek. his growing stubble lightly tickled your skin. you hummed softly when he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, pressing an easy kiss to your fingers. "because i- i just couldn't bring myself to. i'm sorry, i should have talked to you rather than being a prick, really."

"i am sorry too. i know we haven't spent any time for the past two weeks or so. i was so busy within myself that i didn't reach out to you." your fingers played gently against the scars on his face from years of training, "these past few days have been hard—"

"—they've been hell."

you laughed despite yourself, "yeah, i guess they've been hell."

his eyes swayed against yours in a guilt-ridden dance, "forgive me?"

you paused a beat, "do you trust me?"

his answer came more easily than breathing did, "more than i trust myself."

you hummed, "sure?"

and he just nodded. as moments passed you both by, he finally quipped up, "so, am i forgiven?"

"well..." you pondered for a second, "technically, i did fuck up too. so, yeah, you're forgiven." you glared at him, "just never say that kinda shit again."

he smiled and when he spoke, he offered a kind explaination, "i didn't actually mean you were fucking the cook. i just- just kinda said it."

"eh," you waved off his comment, "i don't wanna fuck blondes, anyways. to be honest, not really my type."

"huh?!" his eyes widened in play-pretend, "so his hair colour is holding you back?"

"i mean i'm more into idiots who grow slowly on me. like moss does on a wet towel."

roronoa zoro— bounty hunter, pirate, first mate to a terrifying crew, kind of hell, demon, whatever— looked appalled. "are you comparing me to moss?"

"i am comparing how you grew on me to the lowest form of moss that even grows on the stupidest surfaces."

"don't call yourself stupid, now."

you huffed and turned around, walking towards the stairways that led to the rooms, "i am gonna stop talking to you again!"

he laughed, taking in easy strides to walk after you, "just kidding. i promise. your moss, ever and forever more."

he met your pace, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. you gave him a wayward grin, "good."

he gave you one right back, "great."

"i'm tired."

"me too."

as you both disappeared back into your room, hand in hand, you made a comment about how much his hair grew and he responded with "like moss grows on a wet towel?". next morning you found yourself waking up to the swordsman's heavy snores and heavier body against you.

stupid moss-head.

a/n: i think i like how this turned out lol. hope it's okay @rkiveinmarvel and as always, thank you to anyone else who reads this <3

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