( she wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to text someone she basically had a fling with, and while it had been fun, she wasn’t sure where she stood with him.
still the loneliness of being the only person from her world was eating away at her. it was time to try something new. )
zoro, right? 💖
it’s layla from before, how are you? are you busy?
( someone had graciously shown him how to use his watch at some point, but this is the first time he's receiving a text. it takes him an embarrassingly long time to tap out his response. )
right. hello. good.( he's busy trying to wrap his head around this whole sex resort thing, but otherwise— )no.( dear god, someone show this man the extended keyboard. )
The knee between his thighs earns Rude a pleased hum that comes out like a low, lazy growl. Zoro doesn't expect it, but his eyes briefly flutter shut before opening once more to meet Rude's gaze. He can see that the older man is slightly self-conscious, and Zoro quickly understands that this show of dominance is a performance. Done partly for his sake, perhaps, but mostly for the sake of the House and its games.
There's a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he watches Rude try to play tough while clearly being a bit flustered by the whole thing. It's endearing, in a bizarre way, and definitely intriguing.
He misses the hand in his hair when it goes away. But he simply leans back even further in the chair, appearing completely at ease and utterly relaxed. His gaze becomes appreciative as he gives the other man another once over, taking in the subtle tension in his shoulders and the forced seriousness in his voice.
He tips his head to the side, his grin widening into something a little flirtatious and a lot teasing. "Yes sir," he answers, leaving it at that and waiting expectantly for Rude to begin telling him what to do.
Zoro remains kneeling, his emerald robe opening just enough to provide a peek of his chest as he continues his slow exploration upwards. Reira's womanly scent is rich and intoxicating, grounding him even as a thrill of anticipation runs through his body.
So he kisses her skin, soft and warm and laced with more affection than perhaps one might expect from a stranger. But it's what Reira inspires in him, along with the desire pooling in the pit of his stomach while he helps himself to the smooth, pale skin revealed by her skirt hiking up bit by bit.
Reira had asked for oral, not for him to kiss every inch of her gorgeous legs. But Zoro can't help it; his hands are greedy, touching her everywhere that his lips are otherwise too busy to ravish. His breath is warm against her skin as he pulls aside her undergarments just enough to reveal her to him. She's pretty down here, too, but he doesn't observe that out loud, instead slowly pressing the flat of his tongue against her, moaning softly at the first taste. He moves slowly, tracing the delicate contours of her sex almost reverently, like an offering to express the deference he is so willing to give.
He feels her hand settle on his head; he takes it as a soft acknowledgement, a sign that he's meeting her expectations. And the idea pleases him. In this moment, with Reira watching him from above, Zoro finds a new kind of satisfaction blooming within him. It's hot and thrilling, so his slow movements grow more eager, strong hands steadying her by the hips as he presses his tongue past her entrance, like he means to taste her nectar from the source.
Zoro's gaze, which had been drifting around their opulent yet unsettling surroundings, snaps back to Alice's offered twig. He watches the smoke curl from the corner of her lips, a delicate, almost ephemeral dance that mirrors something he senses about her—a fragility, perhaps, despite the sharpness of her appearance. He considers the offer for a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet hers directly, catching the inquisitive lift of her brow.
He lets out a low chuckle, a rumble in his chest that isn't unkind, more a sound of quiet amusement mixed with a hint of... what? Curiousity? He's not quite sure himself, but whatever it is, it settles him further into this encounter. He shifts his weight slightly, picking up the cigarette he'd briefly put down to comply with her request.
"No thanks," he says, his voice a low drawl, rough around the edges but clear and steady. "Got my own." He lets a brief silence hang between them, his gaze remaining on hers, taking in the way the drug seems to have softened her features, made her movements languid. He wonders if he's showing any of the same signs.
"I don't know why I'm trying it," he admits. "I need to keep my head clear." He glances around again, his eyes narrowing slightly. "This place... it's not what it seems." His voice drops a fraction, almost a murmur, as if speaking more to himself than to her. "I don't want to get lost in it."
Zoro watches the dice roll, his gaze flicking up to catch her expression after they settle. He half-expects Alice to wilt away and protest, which would mean an easier win for him. Instead she gently demands he close his eyes, and a flicker of amusement crosses his features. She seems embarrassed, so he doesn't tease or make light of the request. Instead, he indulges her without question, just like he did when they first met mere hours ago.
He can feel her presence and sense her movements as she draws closer, and the anticipation only heightens the unexpected pleasure when their lips finally meet.
She's soft and warm and eager beneath her shyness. Zoro easily sinks into it, and when her body draws close, his hand automatically settles on the small of her back, keeping her steady as he reminds himself that he shouldn't escalate. Does the urge to slip his tongue past her lips wash over him? Yes. Does he give in?
No.
"Not bad," he agrees, his voice a touch deeper as his hand drops when she pulls away. His gaze lingers on her face, taking in the flush on her cheeks and the mixture of shyness and pride in her expression. It makes him realize there's more to her than the subtle vulnerability he picked up on during their first encounter.
He leans sideways against the edge of the table. His gaze is direct, holding hers with a steady intensity. "Though," he adds, a playful glint entering his eyes as he tilts his head just a fraction, "for a first kiss between strangers, it was... surprisingly thorough." There's a hint of teasing in his tone now, but it's warm, devoid of any harshness.
Then it's his turn, and he rolls the dice without delay, moving them right along the course of the game.
Caress Chest.
Well. It could be worse. Much worse.
But it isn't the most innocent task on the list, either.
He looks to see if she checks the dice, pausing as he lets the words sink in, watching for her reaction. Then, his voice softening slightly, he asks, "Is that alright?" He wants to make sure she's comfortable before proceeding.
Nope, just plain bad. ( Zoro just shakes his head in amusement - Reno is clearly a huge flirt and a yapper. And while that mixture doesn't always work for him, somehow it works now. It helps that the other man is a gorgeous redhead. He may have a type. ) Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you.
( He unhands Reno to lift his arms and let him pull his shirt off, then grumbles when he stops halfway through. )Hey.( He's stuck! He resists the urge to simply rip through his own shirt, waiting until Reno finishes getting rid of it to answer him. He's comfortable in and out of his clothes, so there's no shyness once his skin is on display for the other man. The scar spanning his torso looks fairly recent, but healed enough that it doesn't hurt when touched. He lets Reno's hands wander as much as he likes; his own are busy undoing the Reno's pants so he can pull them down his thighs. )
Just haven't had a chance before. ( He shrugs, clearly not torn up about it. ) It's harder in the real world, figuring out which guys are... ( He trails off, trying to think of a less crude way to say what he's thinking. ) ...interested. ( The words are punctuated with an indulgent squeeze of Reno's ass. )
You don't need to ask. I didn't push the button because I thought you were a woman. ( He licks his lips when Reno mentions a ride, and now he's pulling his underwear down so he can play with his ass without any fabric in the way. )
You didn't ask me for something. ( Points it out because Reno does deserve something, and he's two seconds away from picking for him. )
It might just be that Shanks sees this whole thing as a chance to train, or he might, genuinely, enjoy dodging arrows for fun, but he's out in the open, flask of booze at the ready, though he has a mug at the moment (the flask is for when the mug empties). With ease, he manages to avoid not just Cupid's attempts, but the Flare Arrows from the cherubs, as well.
When he doesn't avoid them, he catches them and grins, then turns them around to throw them back. He never gets Cupid, of course, but it seems like he's not aiming with the cherubs, because he never even grazes them. It assures they give Shanks peace for a minute, and no more than that.
It's somewhere in this mess he sees Zoro. Oh, hey! It's a Straw Hat!
"Roronoa!" he calls out, and lifts his mug, since he can't wave with his hand busy.
Zoro notices Shanks before Shanks notices him. He watches, a little impressed, as Shanks catches an arrow. The way the older man seems to be having the time of his life amidst the chaos of the game strongly reminds him of Luffy. He laughs, shaking his head, and spends a few minutes dodging arrows and knocking out cherubs before he hears his name.
He sees the lifted mug and nods back in acknowledgement, then promptly does some unnecessary combo of backflip-duck-slide to evade a shot from Cupid. Is he showing off? Maybe a little.
He moves closer to Shanks, nodding at him. "You should go in there," he gestures at the lines of telephone booths. "I think people go in there to take breaks. Have your drink in peace. Or jump into one of these, but I don't know where it goes." He gestures at a hole in the wall that seems to be a slide leading somewhere dark and unknown.
"Hunting as a group? Could be a good way to pass the time in this gilded cage."
Zoro silently listens to his crewmates discuss the Omegadome. He feels a prickle of unease, as he does with anything the resort dreams up and throws them into. But there's an appeal to the thought of doing something together, in perhaps experiencing a semblance of their old adventures.
"Alright," he grunts, nodding his agreement. If anything goes wrong, he's sure that the three of them can handle it together.
They sign the waivers, and diamonds are stamped onto the back of their hands.
As they step through the conservatory doors, the lush greenery and pastel blooms are immediately apparent. But before Zoro can take it all in, a message flashes on the watch affixed to his wrist. His eyes scan the words, his brow furrowing with each line. He glances at Nami and Sanji, trying to discern the looks on their faces. "High contact sex game," he mutters, his voice low. Of course. Is anything here not some sort of sex game? He reads further, the last line making him go still as he realizes the implication.
Happy Hunting.
He looks over at Nami. Even standing a few feet away, her scent is intoxicating, and not in the way it usually is. Without understanding exactly how, he immediately knows what it means: in this arena, she's the prey.
Rage flares within him, hot and immediate. But it mixes with something that feels strangely like arousal, and he realizes whatever alterations the watch has warned them about won't necessarily take the whole thirty minutes to set in.
He steps closer to their navigator, placing a hand on the small of her back as his protective and possessive instincts kick in. "Listen," he says, his voice rough, addressing both Nami and Sanji. "We stick together." His gaze locks with Sanji's, searching the cook's eyes to see if they've come to the same conclusion. They might not see eye to eye on a lot of things, but he knows they agree where Nami's concerned.
Without another word, Zoro scans their surroundings, spotting the small cabins nestled amongst the foliage. The vibrant beauty of the conservatory now feels menacing, the sweet scent of the cherry blossoms tinged with a predatory air. "Should we pick a base?" he asks, though the way he begins striding towards the nearest one doesn't leave too much room for argument. He tries the door and finds it unlocked. He pushes it open, revealing a simple but comfortable interior.
And she should be relieved. Without having to own all the things they said, and those massive feelings invoked while they were lost to the arrow's effects in their nest, Nami could shrink away from that beautiful afternoon and chalk up the light in her heart he’s switched on to the House being the House, making off like a thief in the night, the iron grip she holds on her feelings, and the rest her defenses mostly intact.
There are a few days without him that she does exactly that, sort of. Because there's no easy way to be without him, now that she's been with him. Sanji's presence is wonderful, like always, and she adores him just as ardently, but something feels wrong, like Zoro’s a high window in her house left open and forgotten on an especially cold night. Without him with her, nothing can feel right, nothing can feel settled. The real pain is, when she tries to think of what she would say, or do to fix whatever went wrong, that schemer’s brain of hers falls woefully short.
She hates winging it, but by the third day, Zoro leaves Nami no choice.
There is nothing to be gained by taking the trip downstairs, and that Nami still doesn’t know what she’s planning to do ought to be enough to stop her and send her back to her suite, but it’s not. Without him, a part of her stays askew, a tilted picture frame on the wall. When she knocks, and he doesn’t answer, the knot that’s been sitting in her stomach since she realized he was evading her tightens to an uncomfortable degree, her lips pursed and sour while she glares down at her watch and considers.
But she doesn’t message. That would be stupid – not that she notices she’s being an idiot for lingering by Zoro’s door and saying nothing, first pacing angrily, then leaning back against it until she sinks into a sit, glaring miserably at her knees while the ache in her chest continues to relentlessly gnaw away at her.
The idea of getting up and leaving him alone lingers on the edges of her thoughts, right along with the realization that if she did, she’d be a coward in all the worst ways. She’ll duck out of a fight if she can, but she can’t fail someone she feels as much for as she does Zoro.
Somewhere in the brooding, longing, and kicking herself, Nami nods off, only to wake to the sound of the lock in the door behind her head clicking open. She stirs and reaches out to touch his calf, not lifting her eyes as she blinks them open, the grimace she nodded off wearing, still firmly in place.
The Golden Peacock being a testament to decadence, Zoro had been pleasantly surprised when he first stumbled upon the Red Cardinal. Quiet, dimly lit, and blessedly free of the resort's usual brand of excess? Sold. Three months into his stay, he has patronized it enough times to be somewhat of a regular, usually when he's brooding and in no condition to be good company for anyone.
Tonight is different; he's in a relaxed, pleasant mood as he greets Nami and Sanji, who of course arrive before him. "This is G'raha Tia," he says, gesturing at the man accompanying him. Standing nearly a head shorter than Nami, perhaps the most striking feature about G'raha is the pair of long, gracefully pointed ears that twitch subtly with his expressions. "This is Nami," he continues, leaning in to press a kiss hello to her lips. "And this is our cook." He gestures at Sanji, grin teasing to show his understated introduction is just a joke. "I told you about him, right?" He says it like he isn't quite sure, but he knows damn well he's told G'raha about the both of them, not to mention about Luffy, Usopp, and the Going Merry.
Zoro gestures for his companion to take a seat first, then settles into the last chair at the small round table they've claimed in the corner of the bar. He catches the eye of one of the bartenders, and apparently that's enough to order a round of his usual whiskey for the table.
G'raha hasn't been sure what the Red Cardinal is, but he absolutely is not going to arrive without some sort of gift for Zoro's friends. He isn't much of a crafter and doesn't have much by way of chips just yet, but he can cook. Dressed in a long red vest and baggy black pants (are they pants? are they pajama pants? who among us can say), with a basket of sandwiches and a pot of prawn biryani, covered with a lid and neatly wrapped in a cloth to keep the heat in, he arrives alongside Zoro, ears perked up in excitement to finally meet the people he's been told so much about.
He bows his head in greeting to Nami, smiling to see the exchanged kiss, though he does rock back slightly on his heels in surprise at the man introduced as 'the cook'-- the very same man who had helped him get the ingredients for the meals! "You most certainly did," he says, and he bows before straightening up to his full (meager) height. "Nami, Sanji, it is an honor and a pleasure to meet you both. G'raha Tia, at your service." He smiles broadly, and moves to sit across from Nami, tail neatly tucking against his leg as he takes his seat. The basket and the pot are both placed on the table, and he looks over to Sanji with a quiet chuckle. "I suppose you get to taste the results of your good deed after all!"
[ she hasn't quite figured out which is worse, the immersive sets of the lord of the wings production or these smaller short films. on the plus side, despite its grand side, at least the larger movie is sizable enough that tifa isn't meant to do more than pose as extended scenery in the background, a mere extra to stand in as just another body to fill the scene. but these short films, well — she can definitely feel all of the attention on her as one of the only two present characters, especially when she's currently alone on the main set, as her partner is supposed to be waiting at the door to make his grand entrance.
one comfort is that there's no crew, no cluster of people behind the cameras to gawk at her every move and tell her how to act and make the most of showing off her body, but she can still feel the weight of being recorded, especially when the lights shine so brightly on her in her attire of sheer black lingerie.
the film is meant to be that of a fresh newlywed couple, only mere weeks into their passionate sex-crazed marriage. it's the first full moon they spend together as tifa waits restlessly in bed for her husband (insatiably horny, as the script describes it), unsure of where he is tonight, having never spent a night apart since the wedding. from this point, he's meant to appear at the door, revealing himself to be a werewolf, but instead of being scared at this new form, it only turns her on more to discover her husband's animalistic nature. even the costume is purposeful, with the straps of her panties flimsy enough to be ripped off by her feral husband, along with the front clasp of her lacy bra, able to come apart easily to appear in the film as though the werewolf tears it open with his strength to free her breasts. all at least according to the script.
for the moment, it feels plenty awkward, stretched in that underwear in the middle of the bed, all white sheets to make her stand out in that black lace, her hands sliding over her body as she squirms with the desperate need for touch. or at least she's meant to act it, not that tifa would consider herself to be a great performer. she tries though, tracing her fingers over the lace of her bodice, trailing down her belly over the length of sheer fabric that covers it until her hand dips between her parted thighs. ]
Where— where is my husband? He's never left me alone like this. Never left me n-needing him so badly. [ the lines are atrocious and plenty ridiculous, considering she doesn't understand who she's even saying these words out loud to. but her breath shudders almost naturally as she grazes the front of her panties, massaging a teasing stroke to the thin barrier that only barely covers her cunt. despite the acting of it all, there's an involuntary thrilling shudder through her as a result of the touch. ] Want to touch myself, but it never feels as good as when— [ she swallows, trying to get through the lines. ] As when he fucks me. [ one more line— say it loud enough. ] Darling, where are you!?
( A low growl rumbles in his chest, an annoyance he has to actively suppress. He's late for his cue. Some idiot in the crew tried to shove a stuffy, fake wolf head over his own, and Zoro nearly snapped the man's wrist before they got the message. The shoddy makeup and tufts of fake fur glued to his hair and bare chest are the result of the hasty pivot. Paired with the fingerless paw gloves and the overlarge paw feet, as well as the shredded plaid button-up and jeans, Zoro makes for a ridiculous sight.
Finally, he hears her voice, strained and a little shaky, call out the line. "Darling, where are you!?"
That's him. He pushes the flimsy door to the bedroom set open, the frame rattling in the jamb.
The stage lights are bright, making the white sheets of the bed look sterile. And in the middle of it all is her—Tifa. Not a stranger, like he'd been expecting.
She's sprawled on the bed, a vision in black lace that leaves very little to the imagination. His eyes trace the lines of her body, the curves of her hips, the defined muscle in her thighs even as she's meant to look pliant and needy. A part of him, the part that's just a man, stirs with genuine appreciation. She's gorgeous. He can see it.
But he also sees the tension in her shoulders, and the slight, almost imperceptible tremor in her hand as it rests between her thighs. There's a flicker of unease in her eyes that the camera might not catch, but he does. She's not comfortable. He gets it. This is absurd.
He decides right then that he'll make this quick, and he'll make sure she knows it's all just an act. No surprises.
Before launching into the script, he takes a half-step into the room and murmurs, his voice low enough that it's just for her, a world away from the growl he's about to put on. )
Don't worry. We won't do anything you're uncomfortable with.
( Then, he shifts, dropping his shoulders and letting a deeper, gravelly voice take over for the cameras. He stalks forward, more like a swordsman getting his stance than a wolf, the ridiculous werewolf paws on his feet making the cheap floorboards creak. )
I'm here, my love! ( He says, the words feeling foreign and stupid on his tongue. He crawls onto the bed, the cheap frame groaning in protest, and makes sure to keep his weight on his hands and knees, hovering over her rather than pressing down. He is close enough now that he can smell her perfume. )
The moon... it called to the beast inside me. But your scent... it called to the man.
( The lines make him visibly cringe. He lowers his head, his shoddily styled hair falling into his face. He looks at her, trying to convey with his eyes that he's really, really sorry. )
This... this is my true self. The animal I keep hidden. I couldn't stay away... not tonight. Not when I need to... ravage you.
( He leans closer, his breath ghosting over her collarbone. His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, a mix of the cheesy character and himself. )
I can't control it... I need to claim you. To mark you as mine.
( He lets his gaze drop to her ample chest, and he realizes he doesn't quite know how to pretend to rip her clothes off without exposing her to the cameras. )
What should I do? ( He stage whispers, and if the director has a problem with it, they can cut it out of the scene. )
[ Fresh off of a silly dare from Nami, Sanji's busying himself making good on it, hunting Zoro down in the vast expanse that are their adjoined suites. When he does find him, he bypasses any kind of greeting to step right into his space, bright blue eyes peering intently into Zoro's and just casually, gently touches his cheek. ]
( Sanji is the more verbose one between the two of them, so the fact that he steps up to Zoro without a single word is unnerving to begin with. Then he's gently touching Zoro's cheek, and the swordsman's eyes go wide, simultaneously taken aback and bewildered. )
Are you okay? ( He frowns, covering Sanji's hand with his own and squinting at his face to check if he's been hypnotized or something equally nefarious. )
( Zoro is utterly clueless to Uta's reservations. As far as he knows, she's a stranger, and when she finally approaches him with such an abrupt opening line, he simply tilts his head and watches her for a long moment.
He can't be offended when he's often more curt than that. And yet he's perhaps gotten used to most people being very nice at the resort, so her coldness surprises him a little.
He doesn't dwell on it for any perceptible length of time; it must just look like he's considering something before he finally speaks. )
[ Sure, they’re not close, but 1. If Beckman was alone, separated from the Red Hair Pirates, Shanks would want someone checking in on his First Mate, 2. He’s Luffy’s First Mate, specifically, 3. While there’s an air of rivalry to their one interaction, it is obvious Mihawk thinks highly of Zoro, and if he let him live, he must downright like him. And 4. Truth be told, none of the aforementioned items matter as much as the fact that Shanks just plain likes Zoro on his own. The other stuff does matter, though. ]
Vanished for a month. Hope nothing too exciting happened during that?
( The implication is that other people were worried—he's certainly heard enough secondhand from Nami about how much Buggy was distraught. Enough so, in fact, that Zoro himself began to worry that he'd run into Shanks' statue at some point.
But he's here, and he seems well enough to message! Order is restored. At least as much as it could be, given where they are. )
the whole place turned into a "cruise ship" for a while there. you didn't catch any of that? sharks with boobs ring a bell?
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still the loneliness of being the only person from her world was eating away at her. it was time to try something new. )
zoro, right? 💖
it’s layla from before, how are you? are you busy?
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The knee between his thighs earns Rude a pleased hum that comes out like a low, lazy growl. Zoro doesn't expect it, but his eyes briefly flutter shut before opening once more to meet Rude's gaze. He can see that the older man is slightly self-conscious, and Zoro quickly understands that this show of dominance is a performance. Done partly for his sake, perhaps, but mostly for the sake of the House and its games.There's a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he watches Rude try to play tough while clearly being a bit flustered by the whole thing. It's endearing, in a bizarre way, and definitely intriguing.
He misses the hand in his hair when it goes away. But he simply leans back even further in the chair, appearing completely at ease and utterly relaxed. His gaze becomes appreciative as he gives the other man another once over, taking in the subtle tension in his shoulders and the forced seriousness in his voice.
He tips his head to the side, his grin widening into something a little flirtatious and a lot teasing. "Yes sir," he answers, leaving it at that and waiting expectantly for Rude to begin telling him what to do.
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Zoro remains kneeling, his emerald robe opening just enough to provide a peek of his chest as he continues his slow exploration upwards. Reira's womanly scent is rich and intoxicating, grounding him even as a thrill of anticipation runs through his body.So he kisses her skin, soft and warm and laced with more affection than perhaps one might expect from a stranger. But it's what Reira inspires in him, along with the desire pooling in the pit of his stomach while he helps himself to the smooth, pale skin revealed by her skirt hiking up bit by bit.
Reira had asked for oral, not for him to kiss every inch of her gorgeous legs. But Zoro can't help it; his hands are greedy, touching her everywhere that his lips are otherwise too busy to ravish. His breath is warm against her skin as he pulls aside her undergarments just enough to reveal her to him. She's pretty down here, too, but he doesn't observe that out loud, instead slowly pressing the flat of his tongue against her, moaning softly at the first taste. He moves slowly, tracing the delicate contours of her sex almost reverently, like an offering to express the deference he is so willing to give.
He feels her hand settle on his head; he takes it as a soft acknowledgement, a sign that he's meeting her expectations. And the idea pleases him. In this moment, with Reira watching him from above, Zoro finds a new kind of satisfaction blooming within him. It's hot and thrilling, so his slow movements grow more eager, strong hands steadying her by the hips as he presses his tongue past her entrance, like he means to taste her nectar from the source.
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Zoro's gaze, which had been drifting around their opulent yet unsettling surroundings, snaps back to Alice's offered twig. He watches the smoke curl from the corner of her lips, a delicate, almost ephemeral dance that mirrors something he senses about her—a fragility, perhaps, despite the sharpness of her appearance. He considers the offer for a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet hers directly, catching the inquisitive lift of her brow.He lets out a low chuckle, a rumble in his chest that isn't unkind, more a sound of quiet amusement mixed with a hint of... what? Curiousity? He's not quite sure himself, but whatever it is, it settles him further into this encounter. He shifts his weight slightly, picking up the cigarette he'd briefly put down to comply with her request.
"No thanks," he says, his voice a low drawl, rough around the edges but clear and steady. "Got my own." He lets a brief silence hang between them, his gaze remaining on hers, taking in the way the drug seems to have softened her features, made her movements languid. He wonders if he's showing any of the same signs.
"I don't know why I'm trying it," he admits. "I need to keep my head clear." He glances around again, his eyes narrowing slightly. "This place... it's not what it seems." His voice drops a fraction, almost a murmur, as if speaking more to himself than to her. "I don't want to get lost in it."
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Zoro watches the dice roll, his gaze flicking up to catch her expression after they settle. He half-expects Alice to wilt away and protest, which would mean an easier win for him. Instead she gently demands he close his eyes, and a flicker of amusement crosses his features. She seems embarrassed, so he doesn't tease or make light of the request. Instead, he indulges her without question, just like he did when they first met mere hours ago.He can feel her presence and sense her movements as she draws closer, and the anticipation only heightens the unexpected pleasure when their lips finally meet.
She's soft and warm and eager beneath her shyness. Zoro easily sinks into it, and when her body draws close, his hand automatically settles on the small of her back, keeping her steady as he reminds himself that he shouldn't escalate. Does the urge to slip his tongue past her lips wash over him? Yes. Does he give in?
No.
"Not bad," he agrees, his voice a touch deeper as his hand drops when she pulls away. His gaze lingers on her face, taking in the flush on her cheeks and the mixture of shyness and pride in her expression. It makes him realize there's more to her than the subtle vulnerability he picked up on during their first encounter.
He leans sideways against the edge of the table. His gaze is direct, holding hers with a steady intensity. "Though," he adds, a playful glint entering his eyes as he tilts his head just a fraction, "for a first kiss between strangers, it was... surprisingly thorough." There's a hint of teasing in his tone now, but it's warm, devoid of any harshness.
Then it's his turn, and he rolls the dice without delay, moving them right along the course of the game.
Caress Chest.
Well. It could be worse. Much worse.
But it isn't the most innocent task on the list, either.
He looks to see if she checks the dice, pausing as he lets the words sink in, watching for her reaction. Then, his voice softening slightly, he asks, "Is that alright?" He wants to make sure she's comfortable before proceeding.
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Nope, just plain bad. ( Zoro just shakes his head in amusement - Reno is clearly a huge flirt and a yapper. And while that mixture doesn't always work for him, somehow it works now. It helps that the other man is a gorgeous redhead. He may have a type. ) Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you.( He unhands Reno to lift his arms and let him pull his shirt off, then grumbles when he stops halfway through. ) Hey. ( He's stuck! He resists the urge to simply rip through his own shirt, waiting until Reno finishes getting rid of it to answer him. He's comfortable in and out of his clothes, so there's no shyness once his skin is on display for the other man. The scar spanning his torso looks fairly recent, but healed enough that it doesn't hurt when touched. He lets Reno's hands wander as much as he likes; his own are busy undoing the Reno's pants so he can pull them down his thighs. )
Just haven't had a chance before. ( He shrugs, clearly not torn up about it. ) It's harder in the real world, figuring out which guys are... ( He trails off, trying to think of a less crude way to say what he's thinking. ) ...interested. ( The words are punctuated with an indulgent squeeze of Reno's ass. )
You don't need to ask. I didn't push the button because I thought you were a woman. ( He licks his lips when Reno mentions a ride, and now he's pulling his underwear down so he can play with his ass without any fabric in the way. )
You didn't ask me for something. ( Points it out because Reno does deserve something, and he's two seconds away from picking for him. )
thank you!
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Cupid Catcher Event - Run Baby, Run (lmk if this works, you can swtich to brackets)
When he doesn't avoid them, he catches them and grins, then turns them around to throw them back. He never gets Cupid, of course, but it seems like he's not aiming with the cherubs, because he never even grazes them. It assures they give Shanks peace for a minute, and no more than that.
It's somewhere in this mess he sees Zoro. Oh, hey! It's a Straw Hat!
"Roronoa!" he calls out, and lifts his mug, since he can't wave with his hand busy.
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He sees the lifted mug and nods back in acknowledgement, then promptly does some unnecessary combo of backflip-duck-slide to evade a shot from Cupid. Is he showing off? Maybe a little.
He moves closer to Shanks, nodding at him. "You should go in there," he gestures at the lines of telephone booths. "I think people go in there to take breaks. Have your drink in peace. Or jump into one of these, but I don't know where it goes." He gestures at a hole in the wall that seems to be a slide leading somewhere dark and unknown.
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⋯ 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠 ‣ march 2025 tdm
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"Hunting as a group? Could be a good way to pass the time in this gilded cage."
Zoro silently listens to his crewmates discuss the Omegadome. He feels a prickle of unease, as he does with anything the resort dreams up and throws them into. But there's an appeal to the thought of doing something together, in perhaps experiencing a semblance of their old adventures.
"Alright," he grunts, nodding his agreement. If anything goes wrong, he's sure that the three of them can handle it together.
They sign the waivers, and diamonds are stamped onto the back of their hands.
As they step through the conservatory doors, the lush greenery and pastel blooms are immediately apparent. But before Zoro can take it all in, a message flashes on the watch affixed to his wrist. His eyes scan the words, his brow furrowing with each line. He glances at Nami and Sanji, trying to discern the looks on their faces. "High contact sex game," he mutters, his voice low. Of course. Is anything here not some sort of sex game? He reads further, the last line making him go still as he realizes the implication.
Happy Hunting.
He looks over at Nami. Even standing a few feet away, her scent is intoxicating, and not in the way it usually is. Without understanding exactly how, he immediately knows what it means: in this arena, she's the prey.
Rage flares within him, hot and immediate. But it mixes with something that feels strangely like arousal, and he realizes whatever alterations the watch has warned them about won't necessarily take the whole thirty minutes to set in.
He steps closer to their navigator, placing a hand on the small of her back as his protective and possessive instincts kick in. "Listen," he says, his voice rough, addressing both Nami and Sanji. "We stick together." His gaze locks with Sanji's, searching the cook's eyes to see if they've come to the same conclusion. They might not see eye to eye on a lot of things, but he knows they agree where Nami's concerned.
Without another word, Zoro scans their surroundings, spotting the small cabins nestled amongst the foliage. The vibrant beauty of the conservatory now feels menacing, the sweet scent of the cherry blossoms tinged with a predatory air. "Should we pick a base?" he asks, though the way he begins striding towards the nearest one doesn't leave too much room for argument. He tries the door and finds it unlocked. He pushes it open, revealing a simple but comfortable interior.
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– late feb/early march
And she should be relieved. Without having to own all the things they said, and those massive feelings invoked while they were lost to the arrow's effects in their nest, Nami could shrink away from that beautiful afternoon and chalk up the light in her heart he’s switched on to the House being the House, making off like a thief in the night, the iron grip she holds on her feelings, and the rest her defenses mostly intact.
There are a few days without him that she does exactly that, sort of. Because there's no easy way to be without him, now that she's been with him. Sanji's presence is wonderful, like always, and she adores him just as ardently, but something feels wrong, like Zoro’s a high window in her house left open and forgotten on an especially cold night. Without him with her, nothing can feel right, nothing can feel settled. The real pain is, when she tries to think of what she would say, or do to fix whatever went wrong, that schemer’s brain of hers falls woefully short.
She hates winging it, but by the third day, Zoro leaves Nami no choice.
There is nothing to be gained by taking the trip downstairs, and that Nami still doesn’t know what she’s planning to do ought to be enough to stop her and send her back to her suite, but it’s not. Without him, a part of her stays askew, a tilted picture frame on the wall. When she knocks, and he doesn’t answer, the knot that’s been sitting in her stomach since she realized he was evading her tightens to an uncomfortable degree, her lips pursed and sour while she glares down at her watch and considers.
But she doesn’t message. That would be stupid – not that she notices she’s being an idiot for lingering by Zoro’s door and saying nothing, first pacing angrily, then leaning back against it until she sinks into a sit, glaring miserably at her knees while the ache in her chest continues to relentlessly gnaw away at her.
The idea of getting up and leaving him alone lingers on the edges of her thoughts, right along with the realization that if she did, she’d be a coward in all the worst ways. She’ll duck out of a fight if she can, but she can’t fail someone she feels as much for as she does Zoro.
Somewhere in the brooding, longing, and kicking herself, Nami nods off, only to wake to the sound of the lock in the door behind her head clicking open. She stirs and reaches out to touch his calf, not lifting her eyes as she blinks them open, the grimace she nodded off wearing, still firmly in place.
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better put a ring on it zozo
a ring, with matching earrings, bracelet, anklet—
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hello~
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⋯ 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠 ‣ april 2025 mating season
🪈 𝚠𝚎𝚒 𝚠𝚞𝚡𝚒𝚊𝚗
( continued for![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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( Zoro blinks, looking around them. The place is serene and comfortable, if a little extravagant. He could believe Wei Wuxian lives here. )Isn't this your place?
( He consults his watch like he truly knows how to interpret the GPS. ) It says we're here. ( No it doesn't. )
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⋯ in which raha meets the straw hats (early april)
Tonight is different; he's in a relaxed, pleasant mood as he greets Nami and Sanji, who of course arrive before him. "This is G'raha Tia," he says, gesturing at the man accompanying him. Standing nearly a head shorter than Nami, perhaps the most striking feature about G'raha is the pair of long, gracefully pointed ears that twitch subtly with his expressions. "This is Nami," he continues, leaning in to press a kiss hello to her lips. "And this is our cook." He gestures at Sanji, grin teasing to show his understated introduction is just a joke. "I told you about him, right?" He says it like he isn't quite sure, but he knows damn well he's told G'raha about the both of them, not to mention about Luffy, Usopp, and the Going Merry.
Zoro gestures for his companion to take a seat first, then settles into the last chair at the small round table they've claimed in the corner of the bar. He catches the eye of one of the bartenders, and apparently that's enough to order a round of his usual whiskey for the table.
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He bows his head in greeting to Nami, smiling to see the exchanged kiss, though he does rock back slightly on his heels in surprise at the man introduced as 'the cook'-- the very same man who had helped him get the ingredients for the meals! "You most certainly did," he says, and he bows before straightening up to his full (meager) height. "Nami, Sanji, it is an honor and a pleasure to meet you both. G'raha Tia, at your service." He smiles broadly, and moves to sit across from Nami, tail neatly tucking against his leg as he takes his seat. The basket and the pot are both placed on the table, and he looks over to Sanji with a quiet chuckle. "I suppose you get to taste the results of your good deed after all!"
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⋯ 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠 ‣ april 2025 story event
text ; un: buggytheclown
Or maybe he's just hoping to annoy Zoro a little.
Or MAYBE he's just really drunk and obnoxious. Whatever! Zoro gets a message with an image attached:]
Look what I found shopping!! It's you!
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This is... kind of cute!? Not just the rubber duck, which is inherently adorable, but the fact that Buggy is sending this to him in the first place.
What could it mean?
If Buggy is saying it looks like him just because of the green head and sword, then that would make sense...
But if he's saying it's him because it's so darn cute, then that might be a different story...)
are you gonna buy it?
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short film (tdm prompt) 🖤
one comfort is that there's no crew, no cluster of people behind the cameras to gawk at her every move and tell her how to act and make the most of showing off her body, but she can still feel the weight of being recorded, especially when the lights shine so brightly on her in her attire of sheer black lingerie.
the film is meant to be that of a fresh newlywed couple, only mere weeks into their passionate sex-crazed marriage. it's the first full moon they spend together as tifa waits restlessly in bed for her husband (insatiably horny, as the script describes it), unsure of where he is tonight, having never spent a night apart since the wedding. from this point, he's meant to appear at the door, revealing himself to be a werewolf, but instead of being scared at this new form, it only turns her on more to discover her husband's animalistic nature. even the costume is purposeful, with the straps of her panties flimsy enough to be ripped off by her feral husband, along with the front clasp of her lacy bra, able to come apart easily to appear in the film as though the werewolf tears it open with his strength to free her breasts. all at least according to the script.
for the moment, it feels plenty awkward, stretched in that underwear in the middle of the bed, all white sheets to make her stand out in that black lace, her hands sliding over her body as she squirms with the desperate need for touch. or at least she's meant to act it, not that tifa would consider herself to be a great performer. she tries though, tracing her fingers over the lace of her bodice, trailing down her belly over the length of sheer fabric that covers it until her hand dips between her parted thighs. ]
Where— where is my husband? He's never left me alone like this. Never left me n-needing him so badly. [ the lines are atrocious and plenty ridiculous, considering she doesn't understand who she's even saying these words out loud to. but her breath shudders almost naturally as she grazes the front of her panties, massaging a teasing stroke to the thin barrier that only barely covers her cunt. despite the acting of it all, there's an involuntary thrilling shudder through her as a result of the touch. ] Want to touch myself, but it never feels as good as when— [ she swallows, trying to get through the lines. ] As when he fucks me. [ one more line— say it loud enough. ] Darling, where are you!?
[ which is meant to be his cue. ]
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Finally, he hears her voice, strained and a little shaky, call out the line. "Darling, where are you!?"
That's him. He pushes the flimsy door to the bedroom set open, the frame rattling in the jamb.
The stage lights are bright, making the white sheets of the bed look sterile. And in the middle of it all is her—Tifa. Not a stranger, like he'd been expecting.
She's sprawled on the bed, a vision in black lace that leaves very little to the imagination. His eyes trace the lines of her body, the curves of her hips, the defined muscle in her thighs even as she's meant to look pliant and needy. A part of him, the part that's just a man, stirs with genuine appreciation. She's gorgeous. He can see it.
But he also sees the tension in her shoulders, and the slight, almost imperceptible tremor in her hand as it rests between her thighs. There's a flicker of unease in her eyes that the camera might not catch, but he does. She's not comfortable. He gets it. This is absurd.
He decides right then that he'll make this quick, and he'll make sure she knows it's all just an act. No surprises.
Before launching into the script, he takes a half-step into the room and murmurs, his voice low enough that it's just for her, a world away from the growl he's about to put on. )
Don't worry. We won't do anything you're uncomfortable with.
( Then, he shifts, dropping his shoulders and letting a deeper, gravelly voice take over for the cameras. He stalks forward, more like a swordsman getting his stance than a wolf, the ridiculous werewolf paws on his feet making the cheap floorboards creak. )
I'm here, my love! ( He says, the words feeling foreign and stupid on his tongue. He crawls onto the bed, the cheap frame groaning in protest, and makes sure to keep his weight on his hands and knees, hovering over her rather than pressing down. He is close enough now that he can smell her perfume. )
The moon... it called to the beast inside me. But your scent... it called to the man.
( The lines make him visibly cringe. He lowers his head, his shoddily styled hair falling into his face. He looks at her, trying to convey with his eyes that he's really, really sorry. )
This... this is my true self. The animal I keep hidden. I couldn't stay away... not tonight. Not when I need to... ravage you.
( He leans closer, his breath ghosting over her collarbone. His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, a mix of the cheesy character and himself. )
I can't control it... I need to claim you. To mark you as mine.
( He lets his gaze drop to her ample chest, and he realizes he doesn't quite know how to pretend to rip her clothes off without exposing her to the cameras. )
What should I do? ( He stage whispers, and if the director has a problem with it, they can cut it out of the scene. )
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action; mid-truth or dare (i'm sorry this is chel's fault)
cackles madly
Are you okay? ( He frowns, covering Sanji's hand with his own and squinting at his face to check if he's been hypnotized or something equally nefarious. )
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⋯ 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠 ‣ june 2025 welcome event
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( Zoro is utterly clueless to Uta's reservations. As far as he knows, she's a stranger, and when she finally approaches him with such an abrupt opening line, he simply tilts his head and watches her for a long moment.
He can't be offended when he's often more curt than that. And yet he's perhaps gotten used to most people being very nice at the resort, so her coldness surprises him a little.
He doesn't dwell on it for any perceptible length of time; it must just look like he's considering something before he finally speaks. )
No one yet. I was thinking I would kiss you.
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@graha (sent during truth or dare)
Semen bubbling on my lips
My cheeks flushed dark red
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yeah, you know you did. pretty sure i told you.
are you reminiscing?
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voice to text: un: redhairpirate
Vanished for a month. Hope nothing too exciting happened during that?
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do you feel like yourself?
you had people worried, you know.
( The implication is that other people were worried—he's certainly heard enough secondhand from Nami about how much Buggy was distraught. Enough so, in fact, that Zoro himself began to worry that he'd run into Shanks' statue at some point.
But he's here, and he seems well enough to message! Order is restored. At least as much as it could be, given where they are. )
the whole place turned into a "cruise ship" for a while there. you didn't catch any of that? sharks with boobs ring a bell?
oh, and nami agreed to marry me.
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luffy. i'm healed, don't worry. feel better than ever.
how are you feeling lately?
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