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💌 a/n. zoro = king of the mating press 🥴🥳 OPLA is bringing all the zoro hard hours mood right back, it simply had to be written. cause i fucking love me a good 'pretend enemies to bed chem explosion' trope 😏✌🏼 especially when he has the stamina

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„So that looks nice and wet, doesn’t it.“

„Mh, it does.“

Upon your request, Zoro teased your clit with the golden hilt of Kitetsu, however not opting to poke it through your panties too much. Everything in easy moderation: At first. The sheath, of course, was still on, and the ship gym was locked twice: You already were one sneaky intruder enough.

„C’mon. Just make me drunk already,“ he continued to pretty much growl in your ear, but with a smirk so humored, Zoro was barely as intimidating as his recent grisly bounty picture had suggested. The scars, dark clothes and everything. He was actually quite charismatic now that you saw him up close. The scary poster was good promo, though.

Seated and somehow crooked, Zoro leaning against the wooden wall panels of the gym so very cheekily, lazily, bottle in hand, was all too inviting anyway.

The money you could collect for catching him could honestly wait. The fight you’d have, too.

Those pants were too tight not to peel off first, which you did, no time to waste.

Hooking your red lacquered nails into his training gear, which seemed both modern and traditional in tailoring, gave you a real high. Tight waist… toned hips. So nice. Master of the blade, Zoro had no pubes to speak of, either. Everything nice and groomed, all the way down from his hardbody abs that truly made you stop and stare. Zoro had no problems being your eye candy. He just felt a lot of thirst.

„You want to provoke? Open your mouth, then,“ you picked up his generously full bottle, undoubtedly the size of the tent in his wrap underwear. Zoro did as you said, downing the first gulp, or rather a series of it, with a satisfied chuckling sound. More than a quarter of the delicious fizzy liquor was gone in a hot minute or less. You really wanted him inside, damn. The smell of sea salt in his spiked-up hair mixed with his laissez-faire body language really was a surefire bull‘s eye for you.

„That one gives me such a buzz,“ he confirmed, letting the rough taste linger on his aggravated tongue. „If only we could take this a little further, Miss. It’s not like we can sword fight if my crew mates are asleep. We need an… alternative for that, heh.“

You damn well did. This place clearly wasn’t big enough to go all out with the pompous slices and jabs and lunges and jumps and 360 attacks, was it.

Well then. A second swallow, and a lousy third, until you put the bottle down to remove your underwear rather unceremoniously. Time to speed this up a little. Zoro admired what he saw with a huge, bold smile pretty much immediately.

You were turned on like crazy from hearing his husky voice ask you this alone.

One of the bouncy black training mattresses that Zoro often used to buffer jumps - and to protect the floor from dumbbells… plus himself - he quickly pulled close to raise his brows towards, suggesting rather than urging. He came on strong, and his ambition was not a lie, but he was laid-back as hell, too.

 „So… What position does my assassin fancy before taking me out?“

That just had to make you laugh.

Zoro had been fascinating you ever since the news broke how a former pirate hunter now loyally chopped up island tyrants for the craziest, most fantastic-elastic individual of all time (for heaven’s sake, Monkey D. Luffy’s bounty could settle your village for fifty lifetimes). So why not seek him out if he’s in the vicinity of your hunting grounds, you thought.

Why not? You dared yourself to get some pretty dick. Entire islands spoke about how great sword number four looked after people were spying on him in the local onsens. Peeping being a creep move aside… Just paying him a visit with clear intentions seemed to pay off quite pleasantly, with no onsen needed to undress this stellar body of his. The bulge you’d uncovered had an impressive straight shape and much to hold on to. Unwrapping him further, you really did start to get to the bottom of things.

This is what you came for.

A tan flush bordering coral depth around the sculpted, balanced tip, a sleek shaft between crazy girth and wispy slimness. And yes, above: A line that separated where the sun had kissed his torso right above his belt seam. It should have looked funny, but Zoro made it work. Especially because he was completely erect already.

„Geez… You know damn well,“ you climbed onto the mattress after deciding to go forward with this, liking what you saw. On all fours, suggestive: Catty, but curling your feet. Zoro could see everything from where he sat like a darn statue. Even your top came off now. Statue was no more, he started moving. Time to join his esteemed guest on the feathery mattress.

What a nice fucking outline, he thought to himself, almost half mumbled, that female form just has to be more beautiful than almost any katana on earth.

Even if he’d betrayed the profession and title you now held, it was obvious he couldn’t resist a little blast from the past. Of course fellow bounty hunters flirted with one another. It was only natural, given how their rivalry for the next big catch was a hotbed for tensions turning sexual.

Though, this wasn’t about ex-pirate hunter meets active pirate hunter anymore, was it.

This was about carnal interest, not monetary plans and pirate reps. Shit bounty be damned. He wanted this, too. A Roronoa Zoro wasn’t easily seduced, but if a lady with a sword waltzed in to take him hostage, maybe he should barter with his body assets. A kenshi never knows what floats somebody’s pirate boat, right. Why not give this a try. You looked beyond appetizing, Zoro couldn’t lie.

„Hey. Nice toes,“ he bit his lips, and picked up your left foot with ease. Did he want to bend you into some exercising positions? Pump up the gym? It was plausible enough, if you were being honest. He probably found it arousing to make a woman fit and sporty. But… judging by his following antics, no.

Enthused, Zoro started licking up and down your foot’s sensitive arch, your calves, and even the back of your thighs, even if he had to twist himself a little to reach down, fairly tall as he was. But who was he if the muscle tree couldn’t bend a couple branches.

Zoro’s potty mouth had a mind of its own there to begin with.

Eventually, and you’d looked forward to this, he used his naughty rice wine lips to pleasure you from behind, unafraid to get close. His sharp facial features, his sharp kenshi tongue. Right on the spot. Well, why’d he ever miss? Target practice was key for swordsmen. The unapologetic level of suction told you he practiced on those whiskey bottles of his (maybe to simulate the male genitalia as well – Zoro wasn’t rumored to be picky with bedmates on the Grand Line), didn’t he. Naughty as he was, Zoro mumbled just how much he couldn’t stop. And that went on for a good ten minutes or so.

„Tasty as fuck. Why didn’t you show up earlier, hmph…“

Not much later and Zoro was putting sword four to some depth work. You just couldn’t stand it anymore and propped your ass up on his abs, making the next step all too easy.

Judging how he kept you in motion, his grind game was naturally good. Drunk and humming happy tunes, Zoro played away at your clit while slowly swaying in and out, balls tucked away by his samurai belting. Those… were just too big and uncontrollable to be released into the wild just yet. Maybe on a later occasion. This was precision work. And a good way to train stamina.

Shit, it felt amazing inside. Meaty, slick, and spongy, pressing him and providing a vacuum effect that made the pirate more delirious than sake ever could. Regardless, maybe out of habit, he grabbed the familiar wine bottle to guzzle just about the next quarter, nearing the last sparkly third. Some liquid ran down his shaved chin and dropped onto your back. Shivers.

Zoro couldn’t be more glad someone this horny showed up to get his head for cash.

Well, he did give you money. Bribing you to have an incentive not to stab him in his drunk sleep, essentially. He knew bounty hunters loved the Berry, and the Berry loved them. Nami would kill him. He’d say he spent it on an island map to pacify her later.

You did get Zoro‘s head for this, though. In two senses of the word. And hey, you thought he was hot shit, too: Weren’t you supposed to pay him? Zoro looked like a fucking top tier stripper! Body for the gods, hair styled, three swords, and protection ready? Of course you wanted him from behind. And he did not just plow away mindlessly.

What Zoro did in the 3D was always deliberate. His entire position was well-thought-out.

„Amazing pussy… you should see this.“

You were panting hard already. Zoro was in deep.

„W-what should I see?“

„Heh. Everything about it.“

Shit. You already stuttered. This guy was unbelievable.

Everything about it.

The inside muscle squeezing him, the lips all stretched outside. How soaked you were, and clingy, soft. Sucking him in so tightly. Yeah, he didn’t even bother retracting too much. Just staying nicely up close. Steady, pumping, and controlled.

He wanted to impress you, not go berserk. This could never make him lose his cool. If he pounded the ever-loving shit out of you like a crazy drill machine, you’d probably kill him with your devil fruit powers to begin with. Zoro knew he didn’t stand a chance. Nor did he want it to be painful, brief. The way you’d wanted to kidnap him had just been way too promising.

This was a whole progression of mutual teases, he very well understood that.

„Fuck, Zoro. Just put those hands on my shoulders already,“ you spurred him, then: Hot in the face.

„Someone loves to pull and grip me, huh.“

„And someone is addicted right away.“

„Hell yes, hah. Exactly that.“

Damn, this guy was big and gorgeous. But he was careful, and it made you moan.

Zoro’s veiny, tipsy hands being all grabby at your breast gave away just how deprived he’d been, especially with the muscled reflection in the mirror that was hard and taut. But this was just right up his alley. A drop-dead sexy woman coming for his ass personally, with a luxury jewel sword able to cut cliffs and cements?

Sign him up.

Zoro already knew how the bounty industry worked: And didn’t even care. It wasn’t hard to tell you’d tracked him down because you were curious. Any ambitious hunter would have caught him solitary on an island and would have already tortured out vital info. Who the fuck would use a tiny boat to come to a ship with several wanted superpirates governed by „Steel Fist“ Nami The Smart? Hunting a former bounty expert who uses his teeth to do sword fights only using one eye? Led by Rubber Man 2.0?

You were either a lunatic, an amateur, suicidal, or extremely bright and stronger than the whole damn crew.

… or literally just a horndog ready to rip his clothes off, so.

Zoro wasn’t too worried given how you‘d revealed yourself from the shadow of his hammock early, having tied his hands with his headband. And properly. He was such a slut for this.

He’d seen the glare of your silver sword. Wavy and diamond-laced, pointed, and expensive as hell. Fuck, he wanted to try it so bad. Or fight it. Both was a nice test. You probably paid the blade by catching – and frying - a real big fish. To convince the Marines you were actually doing your job.

Truth be told, Zoro had such a boner for strong opponents. Were you a stalker? A ninja? A mobster? Shit, that is so foxy of her. How did you even get inside the ship without disturbing Chopper’s fine deer senses. Didn’t Sanji’s heart eyes activate as soon as a woman was within a five-mile reach? You knew your chops.

After you woke him, he just got up and followed you to the gym without waking anyone else in the room (even though he got lost twice). Yes, even in the dim light, he‘d recognized your equipment and way of moving. That could only be a pirate hunting sleuth: Good old days, huh. You even – albeit very threateningly - untied his hands so he could drink to that.

It was just a game. No real attack there (yet). He’d be dead and you filthy rich by now if the mission was serious. Or maybe you wanted dick and the bounty? Better give a woman what she asks for, old swordsman rule of law!

As a consequence, instead of devastating the ship with a huge brawl, he just wanted to have sex, too. And good sex. No matter if he was the prey. So, he put major effort into his strokes.

And followed suit with his hands on your shoulders.

You loved it.

Those husky groans were godly. Zoro really savored this. Unlike with Perona’s harassment in the castle, constantly trying to get into his pants, he’d be damned not to agree to this. Best feeling in the world. Frankly, he even struggled his own ass off.

„Ahwh, fuck…“

He understood why Sanji was so crazy about girls, girls, girls.

All day every day. The chef enraged him so because Sanji said the things Zoro thought in his head out loud, although a little more shamelessly, without the respect a swordsmaster should have for the female sex. The rule of a kengō was to never be obtrusive, and only ever accept her if she came to the master by choice rather than making her start on the backfoot: Swordsmen knew the idea of power imbalance very well.

That’s… also why Zoro had a real kink for getting groped.

At least Sanji’s motto was to never lay his hands on a woman. Zoro could get behind this, although he believed in sword fights being an honorable female profession. If you wanted to chop him up, he’d probably admire and enjoy it. But at the end of the day, right in his hammock, Zoro had masturbated for hours on end many times, wishing someone bounced on him in the craziest of ways. He was no better. Albeit less forward than Sanji. He rather enjoyed women being the pushy ones.

And just like that, finally he was free from jacking off. It’s been a while.

„Oh, like this–! Zoro, fuuck! That feels so good!“

Music to his misanthropic ears, which were usually plagued by people nonsense 24/7. He didn’t want to see no damn prostitute. Waste of cash, easily attainable on every island, and it was her job to pretend to like and get him off quickly, mostly to make space for new clients. That was pretty bleak and mechanical to him. Zoro wanted real passion.

Going to bed with one‘s opponent was a swordsman‘s kind of courage.

A shame that Mihawk wasn’t into that kinda stuff besides a bit of psychological domination. His ass was flatter than Zoro’s, and behind that handsome angularity, there didn’t seem to be any chaotic lust. Zoro just didn’t like that type of stiff and dusty vampire daddy. He wanted to kick it with someone seductive who didn’t annoy or scare the living hell out of him, a person confident they really wanted Roronoa Zoro, and Roronoa Zoro’s body especially.

Although he wasn’t entirely sure if he’d survive this later on, you were beyond perfect for that.

„Mhh… you’re gonna touch yourself to all of what we’re doing here, that I know…“

„Tch, just keep it going, now…“

In, out, a slowly tantalizing rhythm thrilled the two of you to a light sweat and a special type of evening heat permeating the room, tempest brewing in the distance: Especially when he found his best angle. That didn’t take too long. He was an athlete. Sword position mattered.

Though Zoro really didn’t want this to end, either. Head thrown back, fully in physical bliss, he tried his best to extend this little retreat you had. Yes, even if he was dizzy from the wine, nose all pink and mouth wide open. He didn’t give a fuck if he looked in any way pathetic. He got his fill, he enjoyed that. Zoro kept it up, and he twitched, and he groaned.

Five minutes later: Same thing. To prevent stagnation, and mostly to see that sexy scarface of his, you asked to ride him casually.

Which Zoro agreed to. If not giddily. That’s what he’d fantasized about.

It was his favorite thing next to pleasuring someone over the counters in Sanji’s treasured kitchen.  Or the legs over his shoulder thing, which he wanted to try with you as well (unless you shot him with a hidden gun or something).

So, he leaned back, flopping his heavy frame onto the mattress. Dick crazy hard, standing tall and aching for contact again. What a ginormous tease this guy was. No time to waste, then…

Getting on top of him, Zoro helped you settle your knees and hands in a way that suddenly made everything easier. And Zoro wasn’t stingy with some noise, either. He just let it out freely. Palms on his ripped chest, you picked up the pace and let your body do what it felt like doing.

„Fuck, so beautiful,“ Zoro was left falling apart underneath your grabby fingertips, really feeling it. „Yes, grope my pecs, shit…“

You worked Zoro up until he knew he had to supply you with some hip action to really tap into a more intense bit. Breaths loud and heavy, Zoro turned the prior slip and slide into a scorching push and pull. Circumspect so you wouldn’t contort or fall off, he secured you in place with his swordsman hands: Zoro‘s primary tool of work and life, after all.

„How’s that,“ he grinned. „Is that what you want?“

„Nnngh… Fuck…“

„Tell me more about it.“

„So good… Touch me everywhere… Zoro, please, more.“

„I’m taking that as a yes,“ he was content and restless now, committed to make it perfect. His hands were all over your ass and shoulder blades, your stomach, your thighs. At one point, he kept on going with your breast in his mouth, nipping like no one was watching.

You had to admit that some pirates really were fine as hell.

Fuck, his ultra ripped body in motion made you see rib muscles you’d never seen before. No wonder the guys were queueing for this masterpiece as well, though Zoro was without a doubt a part-time power bottom rather than a sadistic top. Robin was that kind of stone cold domme. You wouldn’t dare pursue her bounty. This woman busted balls harder than Boa Hancock herself (…you’d seen her once. You couldn’t believe she’d switch for Luffy). Zoro, however, was still very impressionable.

First you’d hypnotized him with your ass, now the front view made his eyes go wide, staring at what was happening. Someone was blushing all shades of green and red. Even his heartbeat was brisk now, and this guy never really had a pulse to speak of.

Zoro starting to lick at your neck and arms was the last straw. You were so stimulated, you really wanted to cum. Your counterpart rapidly started to understand this. Observation was everything as a swordsmaster. He couldn’t be fooled.

The view was perfect to masturbate you to orgasm with two skilled fingers, making sure to keep you riding nicely parallel to that. It was so hot and messily wet, you accidentally slipped off and Zoro continued with his hands regardless. He knew not to stop and break your build-up at this point.

Instead, and now the ideal moment came, he folded your legs over his buff shoulders, put his thumb squarely across your swollen clit, and treated you to more of him inside. Truly Zoro’s favorite position. He was so into your legs. And your excited face.

Tongue out, Zoro sent you the sauciest one-eyed wink he could muster, knowing you would not experience the next few minutes without shaking legs. Thumb pressure rising, he rubbed you down despite how difficult it was to do this with wetness everywhere, but he was Zoro doing Zoro things.

Sending you towards the edge, that is.

His tunnel vision glare was gluttonous to see you come, and he wouldn’t go back to sleep without making you reach the top. He just stayed balls deep, knowing you were relaxed and lubricated enough for it, and bent you into a mating press, much to your enjoyment. Zoro’s furious left hand intensely buffed into your clit (was that fucking Haki?), and he was taunting in your ear:

„Pirates do it better. Remember that.“

„Zoro, you’re so—Fuck!“

You could barely keep composure. The stimulation was absolutely reeling. Your eyes rolled back… because the leg shakes did come around the pleasure corner. Zoro took this all in, pumping your pussy without any rhythmic blunders. Spreading your legs ever so expertly.

„Ahhh… That’s the spot! Zoro, please don’t stop!“

He probably didn’t have to bribe you anymore.

He’d prepared you nicely for this: Fully fixated on your eyes with a real conviction. Of course he was the most-wanted swords guy out there. Those finger tips were lightning fast and astoundingly accurate. To the point where you clenched your teeth and braced yourself.

„There it comes.“

„Nh—ahh!“

And this is what I came for. Louder, please.

Zoro slowed down when the first powerful twitches came, making your feet curl as before, only harder. Heartbeat takeover. You climaxed for almost half a minute, the contractions robbing you off your senses temporarily. Because everything was focussed on it. Trusting Zoro, you knew he wouldn’t do anything hasty now, and he didn’t. He just enjoyed the gorgeous show. Smug.

The thumping really was a rapid-fire wave of heatedness, making your whole pussy pulse over an over. Zoro courteously slipped out not to overwhelm you, leaving you breathless anyway. The throbbing carried on for longer.

Jesus, this guy.

Took you a minute to remember anything else.

„Don‘t you wanna cum as well?“

You eventually asked, but Zoro held you by the hips, preventing you from scurrying around and putting him back in.

„Already did,“ he gave another rendition of his goofy grin. „Twenty-five minutes ago, in fact, heh. I knew I was not a match the minute you managed to sneak into the most infamous ship of the seas.“

Your jaw truly hit the floor like it was Franky dissembling.

„W-what? I didn’t notice you came!? Wait a minute.“

Zoro truly drove his own race at all times. Fuck, how did that even happen.

„You really think doggy doesn’t make me lose it? You, from behind... that’s like a good fine rum you find on treasure islands,“ Zoro chuckled to himself, clearly not resenting. „I just held the line from there, ma’am. I’m not a spoilsport like that egocentric eyebrow bitch of a chef.“

Christ, it was 25 minutes ago? Holy crap, Zoro’s discipline. That fucker was next level. He really forced himself to stay convincingly upright and powered through. Cumming this fast, you didn’t expect it from him at all. Were there signs, though?

Well: Yes.

You did notice he was crazy into it right away. But that didn’t stop him. So much so, he even gave you a prime ride with his balls damn empty.

„That must have been painful, though? Zoro-san! You should have said something so we could have paused…“

„Meh. Don’t care if something hurts. Body aches are my life, ma‘am. I only bother if it feels good for you.“

„Zoro, with all due respect. I know that’s pretty cavalier and you’re a pirate. But it’s supposed to be fun for two people.“

„To be honest, you know… I had a good time anyway,“ he postured himself confidently as you knew him, genuinely shrugging, and Zoro really was a badass. There was a reason why his ambitions preceded him. He got shit done. No matter what. He really had you cumming like crazy at 2 in the morning.

If he could keep his dick hard after getting drained, and completely shitfaced at that (didn’t alcohol kill your erection at one point?!), you couldn’t even imagine how superhuman his other gym and sex regimens were. At this point, and the swordsmaster was damn seasoned for his age, did he practice jacking up his dick with his armament haki or some gimmicks like that? Probably. And this dude was only 21. They bickered like anyone else, but the way these strawhats could regulate themselves. That astounded you a lot. Zoro was on top of his game, and didn’t just think about himself at all, you gave him that.

Another reason you would spare him. The Grand Line needed that type of energy nowadays. Selfish pirates, they sucked ass. They just didn’t get it.

„Thank you, then. Zoro…“

„No problem at all, heh.“

„I just didn’t know you had to muster all of that,“ you pulled your top back on. „I didn’t want to go so rough on you.“

Maybe, Zoro really was demonically deranged. Such body control wasn’t for the weak, was it.  

„Endurance, practice. Power of will. Every master needs to have it. It’s not like I could help the sexy grip in the first minutes, though, huh. Oi, I’ll do it better next time. But rough is what I like, can’t you tell.“

You were glad you only showed up to see and tease him (should he be as attractive as you hoped, which he was). This crew could probably turn any opponent into minced meat for Sanji’s ready cooking. All with a big ole smile and Brook shaking his bone butt in the background.

„Hah, sure can. Would be a shame not to repeat this and try again some time.“

„Oh… someone’s back for more. Too collect more sex intel on wanted pirates cause you love to blackmail us for fun?“

Oops. You’ve been found out. How could Zoro tell?

„Let me put it like this,“ you pinched at his blushy nose. „It would be a waste to lock you somewhere cold in Impel Down. The whole place would overheat and burst like crazy as soon as you strip down, anyway.“

„You don’t say.“

What a spicy prison break that would be. You imagine the headlines. Jacked Kenshi Greenhead Flees High Security Penitentiary Stark Naked, Rustic Bottle of Beer In Hand and Fifty Mesh-Stocking Drag Queens Supporting Him.

„So, I’d just have to catch you escaping again and again. The tax collectors for Akainu‘s budget and Impel Down itself sure would love that. The people of the Grand Line… not so much. I’d rather watch you cause some havoc and invent some new sword styles. It’s far more entertaining.“

Oh, that just broke the one last bit of ice.

Zoro truly was the happiest mosshead on earth.

The last stations of the crew‘s journey had been exhausting, to say the very battle-laden least.

Even if Zoro was ready for any sacrifice, the swordsman really didn’t want to see his nakama struggle. Luffy almost lost a large-scale fight. The recovery week was awful. This was a welcome change in tone. Tonight was some proper icing on the cake for letting the good times roll now.

To celebrate it, Zoro stood up to catch his favorite light emerald robe. A second one, pitch black and unworn, he gave to you as a gift. And a sign of respect also.

Another master swordsman rule. Don’t give women a reason to feel cold or steal your clothes: Just let them own your wardrobe whole and stay humble!

„Looks like prison needs to wait for me, huh. You should come here often, actually,“ Zoro laughed at his own audacity to say this so drunkenly, but it wasn’t a lie.

„I do reside in a nice bay tavern on the next island… in just about 16 days from now,“ you clicked your tongue, storing the robe in your hunter bag. It was too precious to wear, in your opinion. You’d use it in your sleep instead. „You can join me for dinner before I catch some bad guys the next day, as far as business is concerned.“

„Bay, island, 16 days. Thanks for the pointer,“ he elegantly belted his green gown, then reached for a sweat towel from his exercise supplies. „Although dinner sounds a little too fancy for me. Just say eating and hot stuff later.“

„Eating and booze and hot stuff later,“ you corrected Zoro, all while he got busy cleaning you up, removing protection discreetly after. „You bring your best wine to the tavern backrooms, I get the fun in the sheets.“

„That’s a deal, heh. I’ll put on my greyest cloak for that one when I step off the ship,“ Zoro added with his signature low swordsman twang. „No need for people talking. But the hands tied we can do again.“

„Sounds good to me, sailor. If you want to… we can swap swords for the day, then. I know you wanna test my diamond blade, don‘t you.“

„God. You’re so sexy… Can I really use it? Holy fucking fuck.“

„Alright. I take that as a yes.“

He didn’t even have to nod. Zoro knew this wasn’t the last time you’d have a ton of fun.

Looks like you’d report to the marines that the evil pirate Zoro „pushed you off the ship and made your devil fruit powers defunct“ so you weren’t able to catch him at all. He just escaped.

Until next time. 

💋💋💋 final note. finallyyy i made a fic about my favorite swordsmaster character!! especially since it's about him coming into contact with his former profession. i used to write a lot about zoro by hand in my little scrapbook when OP came out on tv in the 2010s but i never published anything. now that i've done a lot of writing on tumblr i figured it was time to come out as a zoro veteran girlie and join the ship crew now that OPLA gives us a crazy rennaissance.

like swordsmen? i also write about levi x reader a lot.

masterlist.

david kibbe insists their stature is their charm point, he reiterates that very aggressively in his book, and he is right. our society makes shortness a drawback and calls petite people compensating tryhards, but me, i won't allow this slander in my house either!!!

gamines are always underestimated... and get their revenge in hollywood by beastmode-acting the house down. they are some of the most compelling, shocking, believable performers.

and even though the wise man role seems to be reserved for D/SD/FN, gamines will school us anew that they can be any portrayal, even a levitating green philosopher. range, again!

lotta people don't like the way i look - most pure dramatic women are the opposite of pretty, femme, curvy, docile, nonthreatening, nor smaller than guys. many also don't like how gamines are so tiny and unconventional-looking, and a seeming easy target on this hostile planet, either. but together we bond!! i have found that to people of this type, apparently i am a divine elven apparition from above. the love is mutual. 💞

gamines suffered more than jesus. the shit that life and authors make them go through... i will sue!!!! short people are not the world's punching bag!!! i am gamine defense central and i will not be stopped.

the conservative bubble fumes about it, but their androgynous appeal is something else. gamines ignore binary expectations just by existing. they are the best of both yin and yang worlds.

next to the romantics and soft dramatics, this type has the best pout among all types i swear. and they look so cool!

i wasn't a directioner, but i would have been such a niall girl. his SG-ness makes the ugliest christmas sweaters cute. he would light up my world like nobody else alright. i love yin on guys as well, and soft gamine got all of it.

you often see gamines dressing like D or DC types and vice versa. each one wants to integrate the other. we absorb the other's energy lmao! tomdaya are such an FG/D couple.

they are serving body, they are serving flair: just because gamines are below runway heights that doesn't prevent them from being daily life models and rulebreakers. guys can't wear scarves and need to freeze their butt off masculinely? i forgot what you just said because jung hoseok waltzed in like a slayer! 🧣

more than that, gamines tell us we can be anyone through styling. they are kibbe's true living metamorphosis.

they aren't just cutesy and made for comedic relief: gamines can be dark and severe and have a massive aura like D types.

leader charisma! claiming their space. katty, bossy, too much of everything? not to me. i like their energy. i'd rather see a girl with a giant attitude than someone with no defiant bone in their body.

other gamines have a sweet and uplifting appearance. i just have to look at any pictures of elijah wood being himself and my desolate day is better.

being a D type, my face is all prominent asymmetric features - not the usual, not conventionally attractive from any angle. G types often experience the same effect, our culture values symmetrical C traits the most after all. so, we bond over being built different literally. cousin itt is my certified long-haired husband!!

you can spot FGs by their rainbow hair from a mile away. no one else can rock dye like they do. the rest of us would look like fools.

and they do short-short hair like it's nothing. again, the rest of us look lacklustre with that: R and C is chin length hair, N and D is below the collar bone. yes, for guys, too. but they make buzzcuts their thing just like two-tone dyes.

yes, in my dramatic eyes, gamines are sexy to a fault. many people say some of them are hot but i say the majority of them have all the juice. their face cards make my eyes fall out. i don't get people who don't see their sexual presence cause whew! (remember taeyong's todoroki hair. most men would flop standing between taemin and kai)

i feel like because they are so diminutive, many romantics & gamines are forced to go the extra mile to be taken seriously. us dramatics get the opposite side of the coin, too tall, too thin, too lanky, too scary, too flat. but thanks to gamines, i see the other perspective. i am not too anything, i am the vampire queen! 🦇 and in life, we should place a bit less importance on "i am noticed, i am not noticed, i fit in, i don't" anyway.

my appreciation from a D perspective isn't "i'm jealous of their leg space!", cause leg space is a matter of companies. i'm just enamored with gamines than violently envious. because is peppering them with kisses fine? in that case, the smoochery will begin 💋💋💋 (an SD/FG couple here)

maybe mother is mothering, cause freud would laugh when i said gamines are so dear to me and i want to protect the babies with my scary gothly presence. (love how he inherited gomez' beard and a spider web jacket lmao)

i have a more languid way of walking, courtesy of overtly long dramatic legs. gamines are fast and agile. they can become great dancers because of that. this type navigates the world so differently. y'all and they dance so sassily 😏

it's cute to look down in their huge doe eyes. those yin facial features mixed with sexy sharpness. who didn't fall for logan lerman's puppy gaze back then. from audrey hepburn to byun baekhyun i just love my gamines!!