A collection of One Piece short stories X OP character, sometimes featuring reader, as part of my Halloween-month series on Tumblr. NSFW always - sometimes Dead Dove, warnings and summaries on each story. Usually female reader unless otherwise indic...
Summary: Headcanon list of what your encounter with Weretiger Zoro is like - and how the two of you learn to live with each other. Peacefully? Depends on the day. Both parts to story below.
Warnings: Spicy and suggestive but not straight smut, collaring kink, Zoro is a weretiger, reader is not described nor given pronouns. Minor violence against Zoro but its kinda deserved.
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You stumbled on to him because he got turned around in the woods where he had meant to hide and managed to wander into a populated area. During the Hunter Moon.
It was a miracle that A.) he was a mature weretiger so he had a sliver of self-control and understanding his actions and B.) you had a toy gun that shot silver balls, which you used when he scared the living shit out of you when you were trying to ward off what you thought were raccoons. You were not expecting a hulking beast and shot with no questions asked. Bullseye, you got his left eye and knocked him out.
When dawn broke, Zoro had turned back into his human form. Naked, with an eye patch on his face, and a fuzzy green collar around his neck that was attached to an iron chain that was hammered into the ground. You had sat on the opposite side of the wall and watched him all night, including the transformation. You were in a state of emotions but rendered speechless when you saw his flaccid dick.
"Any chance of you letting me go?" he asked.
You shook your head, "Not until you answer every question flying through my mind. First things first, is your hair naturally green? I thought the dark was playing tricks on my eyes but you looked fucking green last night! A green tiger! What the fuck!"
After he explained that he was a Weretiger, which didn't make you feel any better about the whole ordeal, he talked you into setting him free by letting him stay on your land. He'd take the shed out back and help you out, give you any protection you needed, and you could lock him in on full moons. Samurai's honor. No funny business whatsoever.
That lasted one month.
He was a beast of a man with shredded muscles that he worked out religiously, he was strong as hell taking care of most of your chores while you tended to your job, he farmed your land, repaired anything you needed, and he was delightful to stare at with his good looks. He never really left the land due to how easily he got lost, forcing you to have to go out and find him. You threatened to put a bell on him and he didn't exactly hate the idea.
After a month of lustful staring, he cornered you and asked you straight up. "Wanna fuck?"
"No."
"No? The way you look at me says otherwise."
"The full moon is tomorrow. I'm not sure I really trust you right now."
"I wouldn't hurt you, might be a little on edge because of it but I won't turn mid-sex or anything. And I certainly wouldn't fuck you on a full moon."
You weren't convinced but then he had a solution.
"That collar you had on me that first night? It was lined with silver. Use that."
Turned out, Zoro was really into being collared. A lot. To the point where he wouldn't take it off.
"It's kinda cute. Like you think you dom me or something," he smirked one day. "If it makes you feel safe, it is what it is. But don't think for one second that it means you own me, little one."
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Warnings: Spicy but in a suggestive way, same vague reader as before, total power exchange kink/lifestyle, healthy dom/sub dynamics :)
It started off as a joke, or so you thought. Zoro said you thought you were a Dom and for a time, you acted like one. You decided when and where sexual relations where had, you decided when his collar could be taken off, you were in charge of the household, and you were even trusted with the position to manage Zoro in his turned state.
Then one day, Zoro flipped the script on you.
"I don't mind being your little plaything, I enjoy it actually. And living here with you too. But now it's time to have 'the talk.' Are you domming full time, switching or subbing?"
"Excuse me?"
"If you're gonna tell me what to do all the time you better be my dominatrix otherwise I'm not inclined to take you all that seriously. I let you think your collar and shed can hold me, but the truth is I can get out at any time I want." To emphasize, he snapped his collar off as if it were made of paper. "I've got years of discipline over myself. You caught me in a moment of weakness, that will never happen again. I have something to protect now. Someone to value. So decide right now if you want to be in charge around here, or if I'm gonna do it."
"What the fuck does this have to do with domming?"
He smirked at you, "Well for starters, I want to be addressed as, Tiger."
In the end, Zoro became the...Tiger of the house. He felt it was more practical that he take over taking care of you, partly as thanks for everything you'd done for him so far, and because he'd grown very territorial over you. Escorting you everywhere you went, allegedly under the guise of still getting lost, but you noticed he got more aggressive if another man tried to speak to you. Shortly after the fifth incident, he asked you to go steady. For your own 'safety.'
He also took care of taking care the bulk of the work around the house - his day began with walking you to work, working out for three hours, taking a nap, doing the chores, picking you up, doing more chores while you cooked, fucking you stupid, and ended with you curled over him in bed.
You didn't mind the schedule, it felt nice being taken care of truthfully. You weren't as burnt out at work, you rediscovered your joy for cooking instead of resentment from farming, harvesting, cleaning, chopping, cooking your food, and cleaning dishes all by yourself, and it felt nice having a stay-at-home partner. Especially one as sexy and amazing in bed as him.
Every month for a few days revolving around the full moon, you switched the routine up and took control. Zoro preferred having the dream treatment during his moon cycle and you were more than happy to dish out the service. So long as he called you, Mistress.
