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#zoro's just a big ol' softie isn't he
soleilnomoon · 2 years
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✨HEY THERE!✨ How is the most precious, cute, beautiful, talented and lovable person here doing?? 😉💜 Sooo.... I have a request... about Zoro... AGAIN... I think the previous Zoro asks just inspired me to request this one! (*_*) YES! I AM A ZORO WHIPPED ANON!! AND??? *adds Cardi b's I DON'T HAVE A DRIVER'S LICENSE AND??? meme" Lol anyway could I humbly request some ✓Zoro obsessed with size kink?? where he's completely like "YOU'RE SO FREAKING CUTE??? I'M A SWORDSMAN FOR BOOZE'S SAKE!! I HAVE A REPUTATION TO MAINTAIN!!" in his head cuz his pride would never allow him to do so in front of anyone lol😩 when his s/o is literally just drinking water. ✓Also could you please make him so whipped to the point of allowing his s/o to "guard" his swords while he's training cuz he just doesn't know how to express his love so he tries in his own way 🥺 BUT!! *dramatic gestures* 1-his s/o is also one of the strawhats and the bounty is almost as much as his badass Bruuh 2- she's a Blood Devil Fruit user 3-she's much more straightforward and natural at expressing her feelings. PLEASE just some cute/hot "WE COMPLETE EACH OTHER" moments 😭😭 •fem reader pls •established relationship •fluff and ;-; smut if you can darling 💚 Thanks a lot if you do and accept the ask🥺💜 YOU will save A horny LIFE 🙂
you’re an angel, really <3 so sorry this took so long, i’m terrible at multitasking. also, can i say that i’m obsessed with all these zoro requests; he’s a heathen, but he definitely has heart. anyway, i hope you have fun reading :)
1.8k words, fem reader, fluff & nsfw (obvy), established relationship - chopper makes an appearance!
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after the tenth time of him asking, you finally acquiesce and take a trip to the infirmary. chopper, who has been waiting for days for you to let him check you over, nearly knocks over his chair as he ushers you inside. you take a deep breath and take a seat.
“it’s really not a big deal,” you start to say, but you’re shushed and despite how cute his face is, you know better than to disobey an order from the ship’s doctor. chopper moves with ease and efficiency, prodding around gently, looking for any fractures, any wounds that aren’t healing. “like i said,” you try again, “it’s not a big deal.” he frowns at your insistence, noting that you’re a little paler than normal, and scribbling notes on a notepad.
the silence is killing you; normally you enjoy the quiet, your boyfriend isn’t really the talkative type, but this? it’s unnerving. did chopper find something irreversible? is this a result of you overusing your devil fruit power?
suddenly, the anxiety that you normally keep in a small, small box in the back of your mind, seeps out, clouding your thoughts. chopper calls your name repeatedly and shakes your shoulders before you blink your eyes and can think clearly again.
“oh, sorry.” you’re not sure what came over you, but you’re glad it’s over.
there are a few deep cuts that are slow to heal, but nothing that won’t go away within a few weeks; he patches you up and you flex your bandaged fingers a bit. “thanks doc,” you flash him a friendly smile, fatigue evident in your sluggish movements, in your delayed reactions, and in your spacey demeanor.
chopper hops off of his chair and takes your hand, worry buried into his features. “your devil fruit will be the death of you.” it’s a solemn statement, one he delivers as if it’s fact and not speculation—something you simply cannot accept.
shaking your head, you laugh a little. “you’re being overly dramatic again.” when you move to pinch his cheeks, chopper dodges your hand, frowning and folding his arms against his chest.
“i’m serious, y/n.”
his tone denotes as much, his normally amiable, sweet mannerisms marred by his stern attitude. you remind yourself that he’s only looking out for you, so you don’t really hold it against him. “it’s fine, chopper. really.” you feel it, though; in every fight, more and more, it becomes increasingly difficult to use your powers without sacrificing too much of your lifespan. it’s the reason why you and zoro have been arguing more lately, where he insists you take more of a backseat when it comes to fighting—but you refuse to take that cowardly route.
especially with how everyone puts their lives on the line every single time? 
you shake your head but allow chopper to continue; you discuss options—the possibility of him working to create an artificial blood for you to use instead of your own, the downfall being that you’ll have to work twice as hard to make it feel natural with your style of fighting. it’s not something you’ve considered before, and you’re not entirely sure if it’s the most effective use of your powers.
still—if it means holding on to more of your life, maybe it is the way to go. chopper takes a few vials of your blood to work with, promising to let you know once he’s come up with a prototype. when you exit the infirmary, a strong pair of arms wraps around you from behind and pulls you against a hard chest. 
“may i help you?” you ask, wanting to tease your boyfriend a bit. “i’m sort of busy. sanji asked me to—”
he spins you around so that you’re face-to-face—or, chest-to-face in your case—with him, his dark eye narrowing at you quickly, even more once he sees your cheeky grin. “that’s a terrible joke,” he says gruffly, frowning as scenarios of that nefarious, idiotic cook attempting to seduce you shuffle through his mind. but, his worries dissipate when you rub your hand on his chest, soft, slow movements to soothe him. a warmth spreads through him, cheeks pinkening, making it hard for him to brood properly.
“what did chopper say?” he clears his throat, desperate to just have you alone so that you can talk at leisure. you, on the other hand, don’t mind talking out in the open; you tease him about it from time to time, where he swears he’s not shy, he’s just selfish. he wants you for himself—all of your laughs, your tears, all of your stubbornness; he’s never cherished someone the way he cherishes you. it’s terrifying just how much he would be willing to do in order to keep you safe. the feelings are too intense for him to confess; it eats away at him daily, keeping him up at night as he berates himself over and over. 
the cowardice is new for him, but he pushes aside those negative feelings to focus on you instead. 
you can tell he’s stuck in his head, so you shrug noncommittally, hoping your nonchalance will deter him from prying. “nothing much, let's relax for a bit.” you curl your hand around his thick wrist and tug him along. “you look like you need a nap. you’re gonna get wrinkles if you don’t sleep properly.” you don’t know if it’s actually true, but zoro grunts thoughtfully beside you and you keep your lips pressed together to suppress your laughter. you drag him off to your room, and tumble onto your bed with him. you both face each other; he brings a hand up and brushes your cheek with the back of his hand.
he still doesn’t understand how someone so free-spirited, honest, and kind-hearted as you can tolerate someone like him, but he’s grateful. too selfish to tell you to do better, the guilt never even crosses his mind—he studies your face for a brief moment, wondering if he should voice that question out loud to you before you lean forward and kiss him. it starts out slow and sweet, but when he pulls you closer—hands roaming down your back as you straddle him—you feel a burst of energy. if you were a better person, you would let him rest; but you’re every bit as selfish as he is, wanting to have your fill of him first.
you feel the bulge in his pants and smile while dropping a few playful kisses on his lips, your skirt riding up, exposing the wetness on your panties. you grind your hips against his, pussy throbbing from the friction. he moans into your mouth, his large hands cupping your ass roughly, the heat from his touch making your pulse erratic. he hooks a thumb underneath the side of your panties, tugging on them hastily; you smack his hand and roll your eyes as you maneuver around and pull your panties off. 
knowing zoro, if you leave it to him, he’ll destroy the pair intentionally.
after offering you a sly smile, he grabs onto the backs of your thighs, thick fingers digging into your skin as he brings you closer to his face. your thighs shake out of excitement as you lower yourself slowly, a needy ache passing through you when he slaps your ass. you let out a short yelp and finally do what he wants you to do. the moment your pussy touches his lips, his tongue dives in immediately, slipping through your moist folds without hesitation. he gives you a long lick, tongue barely touching your clit, but electrifying you all the same. you call out his name softly, hips rotating slowly. 
because he likes keeping you on your toes, he swipes his tongue repeatedly, giving you long, firm licks; the sensation has you crying out, a shudder rippling through your body as your arousal drips into his mouth. you’ve never felt the need to ask how he feels about you, but now you do; the question lingers on your tongue, ready to spill from your lips, when he starts sucking on your clit. he treats it like a piece of candy, savoring and consuming it without any gentleness. you cum hard, thighs burning as you hold that position, pussy aching pitifully.
he likes seeing you unravel like this—you only show this side to him. as your hips slow down, you place a hand on your chest, trying to slow your heart down. when you move to get off of him, however, zoro holds you still. confused, you look down at him, gently biting your lip, whimpering as he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh.
“again,” he says huskily, goosebumps traveling along your skin as you sink down onto his mouth again. you don’t expect the change in pace, his mouth and tongue worshiping your pussy like the devoted follower he is. you’re sure he’s set to kill you, your throat a little hoarse from how loud you are—but he’s determined to show you exactly how he feels, the only way he knows how. your body feels light, your hips moving faster as you grip the headboard tightly. normally, you’d be a little bit more considerate of your crew mates.
but today? you’re going to indulge in your selfishness a little more. and it seems zoro will too.
his cock strains inside of his pants, desperate for some sort of relief that he can’t give it just yet. something inside of him has shifted, you’re sure of it; the way he’s handling you feeds into a dark desire that you kept tucked away. the second orgasm leaves you breathless, your lips parting as you pant, fingers gripping the headboard tighter.
you lift your hips up only to be stopped by him again; your heart lunges into your throat, beating fiercely as you lick your lips. “zoro, i can’t…” his lips brush against the folds of your pussy teasingly. he finally lets you go and you quickly climb off of him before he changes his mind again. your cheeks burn painfully and despite your eyes closing, you just know he’s got a satisfied smirk on his face. and it’s true, he does. you find out when he pulls you in for a kiss, tongue swirling around yours, your body melding to his as you cling onto him needily. 
it’s in between kisses that you let him know about what chopper actually said; your lips are swollen once he’s done with you and he rests his forehead against yours. you place a hand on his chest, enjoying the steady beats of his heart. a calmness envelopes both of you, wrapping around tight enough to finally give you the clarity you seek. 
you should have known, how could you be so oblivious? this warmth you have, caressing your heart, warming your body significantly as realization settles harshly, has you grabbing his face and kissing him recklessly. love is typically described as a messy, stressful, wondrous thing, and while you anticipate anxiety later on, it’s nowhere near you now. when he kisses you back, arms wrapped around you securely, his mouth is also whispering i love you, too.
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