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Welcome to my mind palace… !!

She/her but I don’t mind anything else being used for me, I’m a cancer, geek, and mentally impaired angel!!

Masterlist (tbd!)

rules…

Request status: open!!

Modern AU, you’re a college student— a morning with him after a night at the bar.

I had a dream I was dating zoro again. This is inspired off of that LOOOL

Zoro was a close friend of yours, words often exchanged words in the gym, and maybe some meditating at your place after.

Zoro, who would also always gravitate towards you in your classes.

Zoro, who if you ever commented on it, he would just scoff and roll his eyes, his hands folded over his muscular chest as he ignored how quickly his heart was beating.

Zoro, who you would always invite to parties because he would never go himself,

And Zoro, who would always glare at the other partygoers ogling you, which would instantly make them back off.

Zoro, who would pick you up after seeing how drunk you are, holding you close to his chest as he buckles you into the passenger seat of his car.

Zoro, who would have to force himself to not take your hand, rejecting his internal urge to comfort you as you occasionally tensed in your sleep.

Zoro, who would gently wake you up, asking where your keys were before picking you up in a bridal carry and taking you back to your house.

“Zoro?” You slurred out as he picked you up, peering up at his dark eyes, only able to smell a hint of alcohol and his cologne.

“Go to sleep.” He would mutter softly, bringing you to your room— nearly getting lost before he caught sight of one of your posters, remembering you rambling on about said band.

“Y’ such a softie.” You muttered, giggling, your eyes shining as you looked up at him as he tucked you in.

He ignored how his face felt a bit warmer at your laugh.

“Yeah, yeah.” He mumbled, brushing some hair out of your face before sitting at the edge of your bed. “I’m gonna stay for a bit. Can’t have you getting into anymore trouble.”

You woke up with a throbbing headache, barely remembering anything until you looked around and saw Zoro sleeping on a chair in your room, his head lulled to the side and his arms still crossed.

You started to get up, the covers ruffling around your legs— and when you glanced back up, he was standing in front of you, gently guiding you to lay back down.

“Ridiculous.” He muttered, feeling your forehead, tsking at how warm you were.

“Don’t move. I’ll get you some tea and advil. You got any more avocados?”

“Think so…”

“Then I’ll make you some toast too. Just relax.”

You smiled, noticing how much softer his gaze had gotten as he fretted over you, his eyebrows less furrowed and his jaw less tense.

“You’re like a housewife.” You muttered, giggling.

When some random tries to get with your s/o and their reaction 🙄🙄🙄 nami is gay in my mind so f! Reader for her!! Gn for everyone else :) (these are very small tiny tiny fics… yes…and kinda bad so I’m sorry!!!)

If this does well I’ll do a version of the inverse 🤫

Zoro does not give a singular shit. Like at all.

He’s sitting at the bar, on his fifth beer as some random girl walks up to him, chatting him up.

The most she gets are grunts.

You would’ve thought she would be able to put two and two together and understand that he wasn’t into her, but she didn’t.

So you decided to tease him just a bit about it, moving to sit down next to him.

“Hey, zo?”

You said softly, looking up at him. His face was slightly flushed, his eyes half lidded as he looked down at you.

“‘Sup?”

He muttered, smirking down at you, putting a hand at the small of your back.

You then leaned forward, whispering into his ear;

“I still wanna show you that lingerie I got at alabasta.”

He huffed out a breath, adjusting himself on his seat

“Yeah? Y’ really bought some just for me?”

He muttered, his voice a bit more gravely than you would’ve expected.

“Yeah! So Is it okay if we leave soon? It’s getting kinda late.”

He nodded, tossing you over his shoulder as he walked out with the beer. Might as well take the extra alcohol with him.

The girls face as you were brought out of the bar was priceless, her jaw dropped, her eyes wide as she scoffed at you, shaking her head before turning back to her Chardonnay.

Luffy gives even less of a shit because he barely feels attraction in the first place.

A couple girls (better described as Groupies) were hitting on him, talking about how attractive having such a high bounty was, touching his arm, squeezing his cheeks— it was making you sick :(.

You glared over at him a couple times, expecting him to get the hint, but he would just smile back at you. It was like he didn’t even know what he was doing wrong!

Which in all fairness, he didn’t.

When it was all said and done, he still held you close to his chest that same night, wrapping his rubber arms around you to pull you as close as possible.

“You’re my favorite person.”

He muttered, kissing your shoulder as he giggled against your skin.

“You better not forget it!”

Nami would so play into it.

She’s gorgeous, and you know that— she gets hit on by everybody! You really wouldn’t be able to last with her if you were insecure.

But if you were feeling particularly insecure one night, she would somehow get the guy to give her some cash, batting her eyelashes at him before turning her attention to you.

“Getting soft?”

She would mutter as she kissed your cheek, handing you some cash.

“Nami, this is—“

“It’s for you! I earned it fair and square.”

You paused, feeling the weight of the coins in your hands.

“And hey, maybe I could buy you some cute lingerie with my share?”

She muttered as she nuzzled her nose against your cheek, making you chuckle.

“Just wanna make sure y’know you’re not on the same level as some random guy that flirts with me at the bar.”

She muttered against your skin, smiling.

“You’re the one that actually spends the night with me, yknow?”

And yeah, you knew.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

She said, tapping on your cheek

“Seriously— they mean nothing to me. You do.”

You sighed, feeling a bit lighter at her reassurance.

“Can we just go home?”

You asked softly

“Of course we can.”

She said like it was nothing, her eyebrows furrowing as she stood up and took your hand, walking out of the bar with you.

“I’d do anything for you, silly.”

“Even give me all your treasure?”

You teased, her rubbing her thumb against the back of your hand.

“Don’t get too crazy.”

Who I'll write for: for any OP adult (I like writing for ace and zoro the most doe...)

What I’ll write: smut, angst, fluff, dub-con, intox, SA (not characters doing it though, but victim!reader is fine cuz... I'm also a victim!writer, this applies to SH/suicidal reader too) general freaky shit (I don’t have very strong boundaries when it comes to writing)

Synopsis: you’re a bloodthirsty assassin, and this is your first interaction with them. But how could they get themselves to attack you back? You’re just so cute!

Pairings: Zoro, Ace!

notes: reader has some kinda implied trauma. This was fuuuun!! You’re kind of a shitty assassin btw. (Fluff!!) sorry that they’re so short… blegh…

When Zoro first encountered you, it was with a sword to his throat.

No one had surprised him like you had— to wordlessly, silently move across the ship when the rest of his crew was asleep and standing over him, your legs on either side of his waist as you positioned the knife for a quick kill.

It was easy.

Too easy.

“Don’t think we’ve met before.”

Mr steal yo girl ace, everyone in this fic is a little bit of a bad person… nsfw… but also domestic abuse portrayed (ur boyfriend is evil) infidelity, and college!! Eek!! (Ace x F! Reader) the end is kinda rushed srry… lots of pet names tew… sliiight homophobia.

“Hey, [☆], when we grow up, we’re gonna get married, right?”

“Yeah! And then we can be best friends forever!”

And 12 years later, you still were.

You’ve known ace since you were 7, when you were both in the same small town, same shops, same school schedule— it was basically guaranteed for you two to become close friends.

Hello hello!! Just thought it would be fun to write some characters under the effects of… the big M… arijuana… (coming from a marijiana enthusiast) for the first time! Zoro, Sanji, Ace, and luffy!! all fairly sfw, some drabbles are quite suggestive!! (Aces is the most slutty…!!) zoro’s and aces are f! Reader but the others are gn. Not entirely proofread… beware… my bad if ooc guys I’m scared… these are a little chopped…

It took quite a lot of time to get Zoro to smoke weed with you for the first time. He’s used to strict regimes with what he intakes (ignoring booze) and never really had access to weed in general. He’s not opposed to it though, he’s more… skeptical of it.

It also reminds him of Sanji and he doesn’t like that.

But he was a bit frustrated after the last island, constantly annoyed by the enemies he was put up against and his injuries— so he figured he’d give it a try.

You were lighting up a blunt one night after a particularly hard mission, sitting in the crows nest as you heard footsteps behind you. The light casted from your lighter allowed you to see zoros shadow, leaning against the infrastructure of the nest.

“Let me try.”

He said after a beat, nodding towards the blunt as you took a drag, exhaling the smoke as you handed him the blunt.

He took a long drag, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from chuckling— there was no way he’d done this before, so he’d probably—

“Cough cough cough cough—“

He burst out into a coughing fit, you standing up to help guide him into a sitting position, handing him some water.

“Idiot.”

You muttered, smiling as you took another drag, waiting until he was done coughing before you blew some smoke onto his face, holding his cheek.

He coughed again, fanning the smoke away, but his reaction wasn’t as strong as before. It was kind of cute how his eyes were already a bit half lidded— weed hit differently for him than booze, that was for sure.

He quickly got used to it, you passing the blunt back and forth before you felt your body get a bit lighter, growing warm— and before you knew it, Zoro burst out laughing.

“Heheh— that bird looks so lame, it looks like— looks like usopp a little—“

He said between chuckles, you chuckling in return.

In 30 minutes, you both were tired from laughing, hunched over— you were holding your stomach, attempting to calm yourself before he said another stupid quip and made you start laughing again— it didn’t stop for a while.

Eventually, you two were sitting shoulder to shoulder, your head eventually falling on top of his shoulder as you looked up at the sky.

His hand went to hold your thigh— it felt normal.

“You’re a bit bold.”

You muttered, smiling as you raised your head, glancing over at him.

“Mm… all this smoking made me feel a bit more confident.”

He said as he glanced down at your lips, your face flushing slightly.

“…what a pretty girl.”

He muttered, his hand going to hold jaw, caressing your cheek as you looked up at him.

You swallowed. The nerves bottling up in you were getting annoying.

“Pretty?”

You repeated, your voice slurred.

“So, so fucking pretty. Especially your eyes. Makes me feel all…”

He swallowed, glancing to the side.

“Warm, n’ stuff.”

He muttered as he continued to hold your cheek, moving so that he was facing you a bit better.

“You’re so annoying.”

You muttered as you leaned in to kiss him gently, closing your eyes as your hand rested next to his waist, you soon enough straddling him.

It was an eventful night for the both of you.

Luffy was the complete opposite, on the other hand.

You had a suspicion that something had happened when you hadn’t heard your captain speak or ask for food for the last hour, so you checked your room, and…

This guy found one of your blunts and smoked the whole thing.

You found him on your bed, staring up at the wall. You were wondering what the hell happened with him before the smell of weed hit you, making you sigh.

You brought some food over for him, and he took slow, meaningful bites before stopping altogether.

It was scary.

You eventually laid down next to him, keeping him company as he stared up at the wall.

“What are you thinking about?”

You muttered, intertwining your pinky with his.

“I don’t know.”

He muttered, keeping his eyes on the wall, his pinky tightening around yours.

“Everything is so quiet right now.”

“Do you like the quiet?”

“Hate it. Keep talking to me.”

He sounded almost petulant, huffing as he moved slightly.

“Do you want me to talk about anything in particular?”

“I just need to hear your voice. It’s nice.”

“You shouldn’t have smoked all that.”

He nodded, holding what looked like a pout on his face as he blinked a few times, already nodding off a bit.

“You should fall asleep soon though, so I think you’ll be okay.”

You muttered as you adjusted yourself on the bed, allowing him to rest on top of your chest, where his eyes finally closed, you stroking his hair.

“I hate weed.”

He muttered, letting out a final huff before his body went limp

“You hate sitting still.”

You muttered under your breath, lying with him for the rest of the night.

He never touched anything in your room without asking you what it was after that.

Sanji was actually quite excited to try it.

After you explained to him that it helped you with the occasionally stomach cramps or headaches, he asked you for some after a bad fight he went through.

He was a bit more used to the smoke, since he’s basically a chain smoker.

But it felt different for him, the way the smoke filled his lungs, the lingering taste of the smoke in his throat— he liked it.

He was a bit out of it when cooking, so you had to assist him, a hand on his waist to keep him upright while he stirred ingredients in a pot of soup.

At some point, he wrapped his free arm around your waist, his cold fingertips going under the hem of your shirt, kneading the skin of your waist, making a bit of a shiver run down your spine. He knew you were sensitive there.

“Sanji.”

You said bluntly, shooting him a look, his skin a bit flushed.

“Yes, mon amour?”

He slurred out, smiling as he kept his eyes on the food he was preparing.

“You’re being particularly daring.”

“You’re being particularly attractive.”

“You always think that, we’re in public though, so—“

You said, taking the ladle out of his hand and putting it down onto the counter, turning him away from the stove.

“I can keep track of the food, just— sit down. It just needs to boil a bit longer.”

He barely could sit still. Robin had to help you restrain him.

You didn’t give him any blunts until bedtime after that.

Ace had probably smoked once or twice before out of curiosity, but then got frustrated with how much it made him cough. So he gave up.

But after he met you, and got more used to the routine, he was more inclined to try again.

You were laying in bed with him one night, both already feeling the affects of the marijuana, his chest pressed to your back as his fingers dug into your waist, trying to remain as polite as possible.

You both just felt so warm, between your ass pressed against his crotch and the way you would accidentally grind against him as you tried to get yourself comfortable— there was a lot of tension.

He eventually started to nip at your neck, earning a small moan from you, your body already on edge from the weed. His hands went under your shirt, stopping right before your chest.

“Sweetheart, please, I can barely take it—“

He nearly whined out into your neck, his voice low as his fingers twitched against your skin, your own breathing heavier as your hands moved to rest over his.

You nodded, barely trusting your voice as you gave permission.

“Please. K-keep going.”

And he was done for.

You’ve been down in the dumps lately— how do they handle it? (No warnings— depression/depressive episode implied kinda? Zoro’s shot is !f reader, everyone else gn. Pet name babe used. Yeah 👍 fluff. I’ve only seen ace like. 2 times where I’m at in the manga so don’t kill me if he’s ooc

Luffy doesn’t really notice at first. He thinks it’s just a one time thing— until it goes on for a week.

then for a month.

Then he finally notices it and questions you instantly. He hates seeing you sad, after all.

So he sits down next to you and brings it up in the only way he can. Bluntly.

“There’s something wrong with you.”

He said as he sat down next to you on your cabins floor, turning over to look at you with those bright eyes of his— it was almost like he could see right through you.

“Nothings wrong with me.”

You attempt to brush off, shaking your head with a forced smile

“You’re being silly.”

“I’m not!” He huffs, wrapping an arm around you so that he was awkwardly draped over you. It’s comfortable. For him, at least.

You did feel a bit better with the contact, one of your hands coming up to run your fingers through his hair, making him nuzzle closer to you and let out a small hum.

“Just ‘cuz you’re touching my hair doesn’t mean ‘m gonna let you off easy…”

he muttered, a small pout on his face that you sadly couldn’t see.

“Oh yeah?”

You muttered back, your smile a bit more genuine now.

“Yeah!! GUM— GUUUM—“

He nearly yelled out, reaching his hands over to tickle you— making you fall back in laughter, hitting your head on the bed frame , making you laugh even more.

“Stop, stop!! I’ll— I’ll tell you—!”

You choke out through laughter, your giggles inflating something in luffys chest— something warm.

“You better! Then we can go and force Sanji to make us your favorite food.”

He said, a bit more giggly now as he peppered kisses onto your face

“I’ll pay more attention to you from now on, I promise! I won’t ever let you be sad again.”

He said as he kissed your cheek, smiling down at you as you met it with your own.

Zoro knew within a couple days. He knew from the second your eyes would always drift when you were talking to him, or to anyone, for that matter. The way your grip on his hand was a bit more loose when you two were relaxing in his room, your whole demeanor, just… off.

He attempted to try and comfort you in little ways for the next week, making sure to give you more affection (behind closed doors. He is Zoro, after all). And kinder words— but nothing seemed to be getting better. He was almost thinking about asking Sanji for help… although he’d already threatened him several times that week…

It was getting that bad for him.

But before he could fall off the edge, he steeled himself and was able to bring it up to you one night.

You two were cuddling, you laying on top of him, your head on his chest as he rubbed your back.

“Hey.”

He grumbled, his voice barely audible as his fingers stilled.

“Hm?”

You hummed slightly, peering up at him. You could see how stern his expression was, even from barely seeing the top half of his face.

“Don’t ‘hm’ me. You don’t think I’ve noticed?”

He said, as stern as he could speak to you— (which wasn’t very stern.) as he moved the stray hairs from your face.

“Noticed what?”

You muttered back, letting out a premature sigh as you feel the heaviness of the conversation weighing on you.

“It’s not Sanji. I already held my blade to his throat.”

He said casually, turning you over so that he could properly face you, laying side to side.

“You— what? What?”

You blurted out, your eyes widening and your voice growing a bit louder.

“Zoro, you didn’t need to— no one did anything.”

“Oh.”

He paused, his lips pursing as he thought for a second.

“this more a personal thing? How you’re… sad?”

He said, his voice a bit quieter as he leaned a bit closer to you.

“You could say that.”

You muttered, putting your arm around his waist as your eyes moved from his again.

“Don’t do that.”

He said bluntly, making your eyes shoot back up to his.

“That’s better.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. That’s stupid.”

The words should’ve sounded mean, but they didn’t from him— they sounded almost fond, his voice low and gentle as he spoke to you.

“I don’t know what to do otherwise.”

“Just let me hold you, okay? Tell me what’s wrong.”

As you went into detail, his grip on you tightened, and you could feel his heart rate quicken as he got angry for you— this whole ordeal was already a big trial for his anger, and hearing what you’ve been through just made him so… upset.

“poor girl.”

He finally muttered, holding your head to the crook of his neck.

“Just rest. I won’t let the others bother you for a while.”

You curled into him, him reciprocating by wrapping his arms around you, one of his hands resting on the back of your head.

“in the future, tell me this stuff sooner… I can’t sleep properly if you’re upset.”

You wouldn’t have heard the last part if the room wasn’t so quiet already.

Ace knew sooner than luffy did, partially because he’s at most 3 meters away from you.

The way you avoided his touch gave it away.

He got almost offended the first time you shied away from his hand on your waist, you going as far to physically remove it— it didn’t help that his crew didn’t let it go for the rest of the day.

And then it happened the day after. And that was too much for him.

“Did I do something?”

He asked almost shyly— his voice soft as he peered down at you after dinner while you were standing at the front of the boat.

“…did you do something?”

You repeated, your arms crossed over your chest.

“Yeah, you— I can’t touch you, a-and you aren’t talking to me as much, so— oh god, is this about that outfit you wanted? Babe, I can go get several—“

“Steal several.”

You corrected, sighing as you shook your head.

“But you’d still have them! Listen—“

He said, reaching for you again but stopping himself short.

“You didn’t do anything.”

You said bluntly, pinching your brow

“I didn’t?”

“No. You didn’t.” You muttered, sighing “it’s just— I’ve been sadder than usual. I don’t know why.”

He paused, pursing his lips and furrowing his brows, his eyes to the side as he plotted.

“…would going on a joyride make you feel better?”

You huffed, a small chuckle coming from you

“Yeah, ace, yeah, going on a joyride with my devil fruit user boyfriend while we’re one misstep away from falling into the ocean would be great.”

“But you’d be able to drag me out!”

He met quickly, smiling— earning a glare from you.

After that, stayed quiet for a beat, eventually sitting down— he seemed to be using his brain. Just this once.

He patted the space next to him.

You sat down.

“So.. you don’t wanna be touched for a bit?”

He muttered as if the words physically hurt him to say.

“…yeah. I just need a couple days. I know it’ll be annoying for you, I’m s—“

You said, almost hesitantly

“I can do that.”

He responded instantly, cutting you off as he nodded to himself. Your eyes widened, you looking over at him with a tilt of your head.

“Did you think I’d say I couldn’t not… touch you for a couple days? You’re silly. Very cute too. But mostly silly. I’d do a… a pretty big amount of stuff for you.”

He muttered, his voice almost soft as he stared over at the sunset.

“And I can also steal you those outfits.” He added on, smiling

“How dreamy.” You muttered sarcastically, although you looked over at him with the light in your eyes brighter than ever.