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Bro how would they react if they found out u got pregnant? Cuz yk their pirates and stuff so what would they do? U can do whoever but ik i want shanks, zoro, and mihawk you can do other people or not do the ones or dont do this at all👍 i want i jus want you to be comfortable writing this if you want to write it at all😭

I enjoyed writing this SO MUCH, thank you for the request!!

I just did Zoro, Shanks, and Mihawk for now. May end up doing one for Sanji and Buggy as well if anyone wants, but since I ended up writing these as little short stories instead of headcanons, I just decided to focus on those three this time.

Shanks is already such a dad honestly I lub him <3

So here we gooooo

Whoops

OPLA! Zoro, Shanks, Mihawk x AFAB!Reader

SFW, so fluffy I'm suffocating

Wordcount: 4.6k

No warnings, I think?

Zoro

It took you some time to dredge up the nerve to tell him. It was just a one night stand, after all. A lot of alcohol involved, nothing special. Sure, maybe you’d had a crush on him for a while, but that was in no way relevant. The incorrigible amount of liquor you had consumed had more than done the trick of acting as liquid courage, given you had awoken the next morning in his hammock, both of you stark naked, just a hungover tangle of limbs with no real memory of anything past making out on the quarterdeck while everyone else was staying the night in town.

That had been awkward enough—your eyes locking as you both stirred awake, your face turning beet reed as you scrambled off the green-haired swordsman and quickly threw on enough of your clothes to be able to safely escape, him speaking up behind you as you hurriedly dressed yourself.

“Did we—uh—”

“No idea,” had been your quick, curt response, making sure you didn’t turn around and meet his eye again. “Bye.”

“Wh—? Wait a minute—”

But you had already been out the door. You spent the following days, the following weeks avoiding being alone with the first mate of the Strawhats under any circumstance, avoiding any situation where you might have to actually talk about what had happened between the two of you.

But now you had to talk.

Middle of the night, with everyone else safely asleep so they couldn’t overhear, you stood over him as he lay asleep himself in that same hammock. You stood there for a long, tense moment, arms crossed tight over your stomach, tapping your foot lightly as you looked down at Zoro, deliberating over whether you really had the guts to go through with this.

You decide you have no choice, and you nudge his arm. “Wake up,” you say quietly.

He snores in response.

You sigh to yourself, and nudge his shoulder a little harder, say it again a little more forcefully. “Wake up, come on—”

He gives a small growl of protest at that, rolling his shoulders and stretching his toned arms out behind his head, before tucking one hand under his neck. He squints at you in the small, dark cabin, blinking slowly. The groggy, astonished sort of manner in which he mumbles your name makes your heart skip for a moment.

“Wha…?” He glances past you toward the cabin door, toward the darkness outside on the deck, and asks, “What time is it?”

“Two in the morning.” He quirks an eyebrow as you toe the wooden floor, staring off to the side, biting your lip. “We…need to talk.”

“At…two in the morning,” he repeats slowly. You hum in affirmation and give a small nod, already feeling your face starting to heat up—and you hear him sigh.

Then his hand is around your forearm, and you’re gasping out in alarm as he pulls you down across his chest until your eyes are level with his, your foreheads nearly touching.

His hand slips further up your arm, up your shoulder, back behind your neck, and your blush only grows hotter as he gives you a smirk. “Don’t think there’s really much to talk about.”

And he pulls you down, seizing your lips with his own.

Your brain all but short-circuits. You can barely remember how to breathe as your thoughts whirl. He kissed you. There isn’t a drop of alcohol involved this time, and he still kissed you.

Don’t think there’s really much to talk about.

Maybe that crush of yours was more mutual than you thought it was.

Your eyes flutter shut as you melt against him and return the kiss with a slow sigh, forgetting for a moment what you were doing here in the first place, your tongues meeting and swirling together, his hand drifting down your back, curling around the hem of your shirt and tugging at it and—

And this was exactly how you got into your present predicament in the first place. You tear your lips away from his and sit up at the edge of the hammock, flinching. “No, we…” You glance over your shoulder at him, briefly meeting his eyes as he stares up at you cautiously. “We do need to talk, I…” You swallow, and decide to just rip off the bandage, just say it. “I’m late.”

He’s silent for several seconds, and as you sit there, inwardly panicking, dreading his reaction, he finally speaks up.

“What the hell could you be late for at two in the morning?”

“What—no, I—” you sputter, jerking your head to look over your shoulder at him, sharing his stare of bafflement, as you realized he had no idea what you meant. “I…my period. I—is two weeks late.”

His brow furrows for a moment as that sinks in.

And his eyes slowly widen, and you look quickly away, flinching again, hanging your head.

“O…oh.” He sits up himself, swinging his legs over the side of the hammock to sit next to you, exhaling a slow sigh. “Shit.”

“Mmhmm,” you reply in a weak sort of hum, practically a whimper, watching him run a hand back through his hair from the corner of your eye, his eyes wide, unblinking, glued to the doorframe.

“I…guess it’s a good thing we’ve got a doctor now.” You glance over at him, swallowing nervously as he gives a small, breathless laugh, waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for him to be upset about it, even angry. It was just a stupid, drunken one night stand, after all.

Wasn’t it?

Not really much to talk about. His words ring in your head as you watch him fall back across the width of the hammock with another laugh, resting a hand over his eyes. He said it right before he kissed you, sober this time, as if maybe…there was more to it than just an alcohol-fueled one off fling.

“Y…you’re not upset?” you ask carefully, looking down at him.

“Nah,” he says, laughing a little again. He lowers his hand down to rest over his abs, meeting your eyes with a little bit of a grin. “I mean, it is kinda my fault.”

“It takes two,” you point out, frowning.

“Yeah, but you were drunk.”

“We both were.”

“You were really drunk.” You purse your lips and shove at his ribs as he laughs again, sitting back up. He drapes his arm around your shoulders, sighing and shaking his head. “Shit.”

“Shit,” you agree, nodding. “I guess…we talk to Chopper in the morning and…figure things out from there?”

“Yeah. Guess so.” You’re both quiet for a long moment, staring out toward the darkened deck. “You know…” You glance over when he sighs slowly again. “This crew’s…pretty much the closest thing I’ve ever had to family. That most of us have had, probably. Whatever happens with…this—we’ll all have each other’s backs.”

He isn’t at all wrong, and the thought is enough of a comfort to bring a slow sigh of relief from you as well, a small smile to your lips. You shift a little closer and rest your temple at his shoulder, your hand over his, your eyes slipping shut.

“Anyway.,,” Your eyes open when he speaks, and without warning he pushes you back down into the hammock, pressing his lips to yours—and your eyes flutter shut again as his tongue brushes your bottom lip amid the slow, playful kiss.

“Wait—” You draw back from it just as abruptly as you were drawn into it, lifting an eyebrow, fighting a smirk. “Isn’t this sort of what got us into this situation to begin with?”

“Yeah,” he says, lowering himself down to his elbow. He smirks as well, his hand resting at the crown of your hair. “But it’s not like you can get any more pregnant.”

You can’t help but giggle at that, hooking your arm around his neck and shaking your head, smiling. “Fair enough,” you agree, and lift your head to press your lips to his again.

Shanks

It all started three weeks ago, when you first missed your cycle. Your paranoia and anxiety that it could mean that, meant you had stopped drinking entirely. Shanks had been too busy to pick up on it, or simply as carefree and oblivious as ever.

But this morning you had awoken early, perhaps earlier than anyone else on the ship. You checked the position of the log posse and adjusted the course accordingly until it was pointing straight ahead again—and that was when you realized, by the sound of a match striking behind you, that you weren’t the first person awake—and someone had noticed the cessation of your drinking with the rest of the crew.

And almost the moment Benn Beckman confronted you about it, you blabbed your worries to the first mate, and you were fairly sure he nearly swallowed his cigarette.

“You’re what?”

You had joined the Red Hair pirates as a navigator around eight months ago, and had quickly fallen for the charming captain. There was no real agreement that there was anything more between the two of you than casual sex and flirting, nothing exclusive; but it hadn’t escaped anyone’s notice that the two of you were spending more and more time together, and that from an outsider’s point of view it looked a lot more like romance than anything casual.

But you were dead terrified that this news would ruin everything.

Beck just shook his head, grabbed you by the shoulder like a misbehaving child as you ranted, and walked you toward the door to the captain’s cabin. He opened it, and gestured at you to get in.

“You don’t come back out until you tell him,” he said, and you flinched at his stern tone. “Got it?”

“Got it…” you sighed wearily, hanging your head as you entered and shut the door lightly behind you. You had the idle hope that Shanks might be asleep as you entered but now, standing in the doorway, you can see clearly that he isn’t. He’s sitting up against the headboard of his bed—the same bed that you’ve been sharing every night for at least six months—and squinting at a map in the dim light of the lantern hanging from one of the bedposts, wearing an unbuttoned white shirt and black boxers. He looks up from it mid-yawn, and waves at you, nodding at the empty side of the bed to his right.

“You’re up awfully early,” he comments as you kick off your boots and climb into bed next to him.

“Just checking the course,” you say as he hands the map off to you—an old treasure map that you found helping clean out his rather cluttered desk a few weeks ago. “Any breakthroughs?”

“That.” He indicates a crude sketch of what appeared to be a statue. “It’s in Arabasta.”

“You’re sure?” you ask, looking over at him, and he nods slowly. “Oh, great. That’s…”

“Crocodile’s territory,” he says, as you let out a sigh that mirrors his own mildly dejected tone. “If we dock there we’ll be up to our tits in his Baroque Works wackjobs. Not that they’d pose us much of a threat, but…balance of power and all that.” He sighs himself, grabbing the map away from you again and tossing it off the side of the bed, where it flutters slowly to the floor a few feet away. “Not to mention it looks like it’s out in the middle of the desert somewhere. Not worth the time.”

“I guess not,” you say, frowning as you watch him sink back into the bed, his eyes slipping shut, unbothered by what might have been a disappointment to almost anyone else. He hadn’t mentioned the map to anyone else except for you and Beck, had kept it otherwise entirely to himself in case it did turn out to be a bust. Nothing ever really seemed to get under his skin.

You close your eyes for a long moment, bracing yourself. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t get under his skin either. Just as you open your mouth to speak, however, he speaks up himself.

“Now, something that’s much more worth my time…”

“Oh—!” You let out a small cry of alarm as he tugs you down suddenly to lie with him, and he shifts so he’s facing you, his forehead resting lightly against yours, his hand creeping slowly up your stomach to where the lapels of your shirt are tied shut, grinning wickedly.

“…is the beautiful woman in my bed who is, frankly, wearing far too many clothes.”

You can’t help but giggle a little as he sets straight to attacking your neck, his lips trailing down the column of your throat as he deftly works the knot loose, lightly nipping at your collarbone as he shifts you onto your back and brushes the lapels of your shirt open. Maybe you could drop it for now, just for now, you think disjointedly, your eyes slipping shut as his fingertips brush over one of the cups of your bra. Just until…

No. No, if you put it off again, you’re just going to keep putting it off.

“No—wait—” You grab his hand, pulling it away, and he lifts his head, raising his eyebrows in puzzlement. You swallow, glancing away for a moment before returning your gaze to meet his. “We…need to talk about something,” you say quietly.

The confusion in his eyes quickly shifts to concern at your hesitant tone, and he slowly lifts himself away from you, sitting up on his knees. “Alright,” he says, just as slowly, just as cautiously, looking at you as if you’re a ticking time bomb about to go off at any second. “What exactly is it that we—”

“I’m pregnant.”

You just blurt it out, before you can stop yourself, so suddenly that Shanks stops mid-sentence with his mouth hanging open. His eyes widen to saucers as he gawks at you, and he blinks rapidly a few times. “B—be—beg pardon?” he stammers.

You just swallow nervously and nod—you know he heard you. He draws in a deep breath, shoulders going limp, and lets it out after a moment as a tremendous sigh, running his hand back through his hair.

It was rare, if ever, that you had seen your carefree captain in an outright panic, but seconds later he was on his feet, pacing back and forth across the cabin, his hand curled over his mouth. You sit up as well, alternating between glancing at him and staring down at your knees, your stomach tied in knots. You’re sure that this is it, this is the end, this is your final stint sailing with the Red Hair pirates. A ship is no place for a child, after all, for a baby, for a woman with child—

He stops pacing suddenly, his hand slipping down to his chin. “Midwife. We’re going to need—that’s what they’re called, isn’t it?” You lift your head, staring at him in mild alarm as he resumes pacing, now rambling aloud. “We’ll need a midwife, I hardly think Hongo’s qualified—might know someone who is, but…” He shakes his head. “Still probably a good idea for you to talk to—have you?” he asks, stopping to look over at you, and you shake your head rapidly. The only inkling you have that you are pregnant is that you’ve gone well over a month without a period; you had been far too scared to talk with the ship’s doctor about the concern, afraid that he would go straight to Shanks and you would be shoved straight off the ship at the next populated port.

“We’ll need to set that up immediately,” he half-mumbles, and resumes pacing again. “How far along do you think you are?”

“I—er—” Your head is absolutely spinning. “M…maybe eight weeks?”

“Eight? That’s two months, tha—that means there’s only seven more, we’ll need—everything, crib, clothes, probably a rocking chair…”

You listen in growing astonishment as he rapidly lists off everything, already planning far more than you had even thought to, not even the slightest bit upset. He seems almost…excited. You swallow, exhaling a slow, shaking breath, your eyes burning a little as relief floods through you.

“…diapers—” He stops in his tracks again, lowering his hand from his chin and looking at it, frowning. “How am I supposed to change a diaper with one ha—”

He looks over sharply when a small sob escapes you before you can lift your hand to muffle it. You lower your head, closing your eyes tightly, gripping at the edge of the bed as that overwhelming flood of emotion becomes too much to contain.

“Oh—sweetheart…no, no no…” You hear him sigh, his footsteps quickly crossing the room. The bed sinks beside you as he sits down and wraps his arm around you, pulling you tight against his chest and resting his hand near the nape of your neck. “It’s alright, love,” he murmurs gently, combing his fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple. “It’s alright, we can handle this, okay?”

“I—I thought—” Your breath hitches as you turn your head so your cheek is pressed against his shoulder. “I thought you’d be mad,” you force out. “Th—that I’d—I’d have to leave and—and—”

He tightens his hold around your back, letting out a few soft chuckles and shaking his head. “That’s an absolutely ridiculous thing to think,” he tells you.

“It…didn’t seem ridiculous to me,” you say quietly, your voice choked.

“Well, it is,” he assures you again. “I don’t—look, love.” He shifts his hand from the nape of your neck to your cheek, lifting your head and pressing his forehead against yours. His thumb wipes away the tears streaming down your face, and he smiles warmly. “I don’t want you anywhere but right here. With me. Okay?” Your breaths leaves you in a trembling sigh at the sincerity in his soft tone, the softness in his brown eyes as he gazes into yours. You swallow, and nod quickly, closing your eyes for a long moment.

You draw in a sharp breath in surprise when you feel his lips press lightly against yours in a slow, tender kiss that eases almost all of your tension away in an instant. one of your hands slipping from your lap to rest against his knee as your lips just barely part.

“I love you,” he murmurs, and the knots in your stomach are gone as he lowers his hand to rest it there, smiling. “And we can handle this.”

“I…I love you too,” you whisper, and his smile only broadens at that.

He kisses you again, more firmly this time, before standing suddenly from the bed.

Before you can fully register what’s happening, he’s already heading out the door of the cabin and out onto the quarterdeck, calling out loudly, “Lads, I have an anno—where is everyone?”

You hear Beck scoff from somewhere nearby. “It’s four in the damn morning,” he says. “Probably sleeping.”

“Ah. Right.” A brief pause, and then Shanks goes on, so happily you can practically hear him grinning, “I’m going to be a dad.”

“Yeah,” says Beck. “Congratulations. Now maybe go put on some damned pants.”

“…Right.”

Mihawk

You already know he isn’t going to be happy. After your first missed period, you mentioned children. Merely in passing.

And he had immediately expressed his gratitude that there would never be any of the vile creatures roaming the halls of his castle.

Another three weeks, and you don’t have a choice but to bring it up. You’re losing sleep over it and he’s noticed, because of course he’s noticed. Mihawk doesn’t seem to miss anything, where you’re concerned—except perhaps this, which he seems to have not one single suspicion of.

You lay back on a plush sofa in one of the dens, your head resting in his lap as he sips a cup of coffee and flips through the newspaper, your eyes barely open. All you want to do is sleep. You’ve barely slept in a damned week, his words haunting you every time you do, his potential reaction to this upheaval of the peaceful existence you have both lived at his castle for the past several months.

“It’s likely because you’ve stopped having a glass of wine before bed,” he says, and you sigh to yourself. You had outright lied on that account, told him that for no reason you could discern you were suddenly getting horrible headaches any time you consumed even a drop of alcohol. “It’s been almost two months, you could try again.”

“N…no,” you say. “I can’t.”

He lifts the newspaper and glances down at you, lifting his eyebrows—waiting for you to elaborate. It’s now or never. You pull yourself up, drawing up every ounce of resolve in your body to meet his eyes as he looks at you in growing perplexity, his sharp eyes darting briefly down from your gaze as you bite your bottom lip lightly.

“I…can’t because…” You’re already feeling lightheaded, already reeling from the threat of what may come to pass. “Because I’m pregnant.”

His eyes remain locked onto yours for several tense seconds. He slowly folds down his newspaper and sets it aside on the end table. Slowly, gently as if you’re made of porcelain, he moves a hand down to your shoulder and lightly pushes you up into a sitting position. He opens his mouth, lifting his hand as if about to speak…and closes it again.

He tries once more, and words seem to fail him yet again.

And then he stands from the couch abruptly, without a word, and strides out of the room.

You’re fairly sure you know where he’s headed. You pull in a slow, deep breath, steeling your nerves to the best of your ability, before your rise to follow him. Surely enough, as you expected, you find him in the kitchen, pulling the cork out of a half-full bottle of wine. He glances briefly over his shoulder as you enter.

“How did this happen?” His tone is level, but you notice how he fills his wine glass nearly to the rim.

“Well, you see, when a man and a woman—” The glare he levels upon you shares none of your attempted humor, so you just sigh, leaning back against the kitchen island and crossing your arms. “Probably after that warlord meeting a couple months ago?”

“…Ah.”

That’s all he says on that matter—there isn’t much else to say. Whatever had happened at the meeting was a mystery to you, but it evidently had gone very poorly and been an absolute waste of his time, as he had returned to Kuraigana Island that evening in a bit of a foul mood and set immediately to downing two and a half bottles of wine. You had joined him in the endeavor, and the rest of the night was more than a bit of a blur. You only really knew that you both woke up on a couch rather than your bed the following morning, that you yourself could barely walk from the stiffness in your thighs, and that you had both bickered lightly through your shared hangover about who was going to get up to make coffee, before both giving up and going back to sleep for more than half the day.

“Well. This is…”

He doesn’t seem to be quite sure what it is, so he takes a sip from his overfull wine glass instead, leaning back against the counter opposite you, staring at the wall but clearly not actually seeing it. His eyes are far away, unfocused.

“…unexpected,” he finishes finally.

And takes another sip of wine.

“Mmhmm,” you hum in agreement, both your hands gripping at the counter behind you. You pull yourself up to sit there, your gaze glued to him, carefully studying his face for any sign of emotion, any reaction, but there’s nothing—just that blank, miles away stare. “S…so…what do you…what should we…” His eyes shift over to you, but only briefly, before shifting down to his wine glass.

“I…” He cringes slightly before going on, as if the admission physically pains him, “…don’t know.”

You know there are two things that Mihawk hates above all else in life—unexpected news, and a lack of control. Right now, experiencing both at once in tremendous measure, you can almost see the thin thread of his patience beginning to fray, and you aren’t sure what might happen when it breaks.

You swallow nervously, lowering your eyes when his gaze shifts over to you again.

You hear him sigh in resignation.

“We’ll need to find a doctor immediately to be sure,” he says curtly, and you give a stiff nod in agreement, glancing up at him. He’s staring down at his wine glass again, and continues to do so in silence for several long, tense seconds.

“You’re angry,” you say quietly. He sighs again, shaking his head, and sets the glass on the counter behind him. Your eyes fall to your knees once more as he crosses the kitchen toward you, and shift over to your hand when he rests his over it.

“Not with you,” he says lightly. There’s something different about his tone, but it isn’t anger. It almost frightens you more when you recognize it as uncertainty. You’ve never seen him uncertain about anything.

He pulls your hand lightly, and you slip off of the counter and onto your feet, sighing slowly yourself as he tugs you back against him, his arm curling around your waist. He brushes your hair behind your ear, behind your shoulder, and your eyes slip shut as his lips graze your neck. “I’m not sure if I possess the skillset necessary to be a very…adept parent,” he murmurs.

You can’t help but chuckle a little at that, relaxing back against him as his lips brush your neck again, a silent reassurance that he genuinely isn’t upset with you. “I’m sure you’ll do fine.” You rest one of your hands over his at your waist; and you bring your other up, curling your fingers in his hair near his temple. “I can hear it now,” you say airily, smirking a little, and you go on in a mimicry of his dry, deadpan tone, “’Now, now, we’ve already established Daddy’s cross necklace is not a toy.” You giggle at his irritated sigh, as he pulls his arm tighter around your waist.

“Then again,” he says, “I do have to deal with you being a brat every day and I’ve yet to murder you.”

“See?” You pat his cheek lightly, and he grabs your hand to stop you. “Good practice.” You lean to the side a bit and turn your head, smirking at the wry look he gives you, and pressing your lips to his lightly for a moment. He exhales a slow sigh as your lips part, tilting his head forward until your foreheads touch. “We’ll figure it out,” you murmur softly.

“Yes…” His fingers lace through yours. “I suppose we will.”

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squirrelbait02 · 2 years ago

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Roronoa Zoro would instantly fall in love with Y/n if...

♡ Warning : mention of violence.

♡ She rips some see monster's head off with bare hands to protect Usopp and Nami.

♡ She chokes some marines with her tights while her arms are tied up in her back.

♡ They escape death from a thread and she laughs "Damn, that was close. Let's do it again!"

♡ She can't handle booze but never refuses drinking games and passes out on his lap

♡ She pins him down so Chopper can bandage him properly and would poke his injuries to humble him. "Go back to sleep you freak"

♡ She grabs him by the belt without a word everytime is about to wander in the wrong direction

♡ She blindly trust him on the battlefield.

Needless to say... All of the above are huge turns on as well. But thats a story for another time... (￢‿￢ )

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squirrelbait02 · 2 years ago

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📂Op men + them being needy

Featuring: monster trio

Warning: Suggestive, NSFW, fem!reader, established relationship, english isn’t my first language

Important: Pls read my navigation before sending/commenting asks. I would love to do them, but some of y’all don’t spend two seconds trynna make sure ur ask is fine with me first 🫶🏻

Note: Y’all voted for that one and ngl i wanted to write this one, so we all share the same slutty mind. Also thank you for 100 followers 🫶🏻lm super glad that y’all are enjoying my writing💕 This took sm more time than I thought it would. Ima make a separate one for Ace whenever I have time 😭

Luffy

Luffy was laying down on his bed as you were not too far from him trying out some make up in the mirror facing his bed. He had insisted to nap with you next to him, so he had his long arm stretched around your waist lazily as you were dolling yourself up.

You hear him stir awake from his sleep as he groans and yawns loudly.

-What time is it?

He drags in a sleepy tone as he rolls to the side still covered by the sheets.

-Mmm, you only slept for an hour. You can go back to sleep baby.

You answer him as you take a quick look at your watch. You knew how he loves to sleep after he ate and especially if there isn’t much to do.

-It’s hard when you aren’t laying down next to me, I like to hug you close to mee.

He whines a little. You see him rub his eyes and softly sit between his messy sheets through the reflection of your mirror.

-I’m sorry baby, I will come later when I’m done, okay ?

You say softly as you apply a new colour of your eyeshadow palette on your eyelid. He gets closer to you, now sitting not too far behind you. His pretty dark eyes shift between your products and your face.

- What’s this, it shines~

He asks curious while pointing at your highlighter. You chuckle and open it to swipe some on the tip of your finger. You thought it would be a fun time to mess a little with him, so you swap some on top of your boob to show him. You smirk and point at your breast, showing him that it make your skin shine, when applied.

-it’s to make your skin shine, you simplify it to him.

His eyes looks down and stare at your chest. His arms unwrap from your body and with his finger he touches your skin to see if it stains his finger too and it does a little.

-Waaaw, amazing! That’s so cool

You nod with a smile and a comfortable silence falls between you two. He watches you apply your eyeshadow using multiple techniques. He let his chin rest on your shoulder and his expression gets a bit serious. He stares at you through the mirror.

-Y/n ?

-Mmm?

-I’m hard, let’s fuck.

You choke a little at his sudden straightforwardness. You take few seconds to take in what he just said, before throwing a look behind your shoulder to stare at your suddenly needy boyfriend.

-Luffy… just how ?

You ask defeated. He has the habit to get hard so randomly, not that you complained because sex with him was always more than satisfying. Though, It was just somewhat inconvenient when you were already doing something.

-I can just jerk off while you finish off, he propose seeing your unsure expression. The way he said that was so laid back that it made you giggle a little. Doesn’t he know the effect he has on you??You smile fondly at him, but letting him do that would be more torture than anything else.

-Or you can cockwarm me while you finish off like we did last time.

The “last time” he was referring to, ended by you two fucking with your undone hair. You shake your head, you couldn’t say no to him. It was always tempting to have him inside of you.

He kisses the crook of your neck, dragging your name in a groan taunting you to give him an answer.

-I like the last idea more, you finally reply with a shy smile. You gaze at him through the mirror and you see him grin.

-Alright !

You stand up to throw away your panty on his bed as he stroke his dick few times before you sat on it. You both left a moan as the contact was made. You were never used at the deepness he could reach. Your legs weakly fixed your position on his laps.

-Is it okay ?

He asks making sure you were comfortable. You nod as you gaze back at him. He pecks your cheek, his brown hair slightly tickling you, before leaning his body back, now supported by his arms. The view you have is just so delicious, you are about to give up any plans your had on finishing your make up.

-Luffy, you are making this so hard for me I swear.

You let out shakily under your breath, because he clearly couldn’t stay completely still.

He laughs as he approaches his body to yours, his warm breath brushing on your neck, his eyes looks at you with excitement.

-Can I play with your boobs ?

-Luffy…

You whine almost pleading him to be kind to you and let you do your make up without so much distraction. No way you are going to hold back with him touching you like that.

-Pleaseee

-Ugh… fuck it.

I need to write a whole mirror fucking fic with him now🧎🏻‍♀️

Zoro

Zoro is going out of his mind. His usual cool and collected image is crumbling every time he breaths. His eye stare at your figure with a burning gaze. He wants you so badly right now, but it was lowkey hurting his ego to tell you directly how he felt (he’s in fact too shy, but he would never admit that to himself.)

You definitely noticed his behaviour during the day, when he let his hand rest a little too long on your ass when you hugged him or when he kept taking glances at your boobs peeking from the low cut of your shirt.

You didn’t want to give it to him so easily without him openly saying that he wanted you. It was no fun otherwise. So you teased him all day, acting all clueless to his advances. It was until he snapped and pulled you into his room late in the afternoon.

-You have been so fucking annoying all day. You really enjoy acting all dumb when you want to.

-I dont know what you are talking about?

You reply with an innocent stare as you unconsciously bite your lips quickly and look up to him. He groans as he climbs on top of you on the bed, his large and strong body towering you was already enough to make your head dizzy. He leans his face few inches in front of yours. Your nose filled up with the scent of his cologne.

-You want to keep playing this ?

- Admit it.

-Admit what ?

He gulps with furrowed eyebrows. You smirk and wrap your arms around his neck. You pull the green haired man closer teasing the proximity of your lips to his.

-Admit that you want me.

You whisper with the same smile glued to your lips. Zoro eye slightly widen but he presses his lips on yours without adding another word, but you are fast to push him away by pressing upward your hands on his chest.

-Come on, baby~ You can’t even admit something so little ?

You pout as you knew his competitive ass wouldn’t take it and he would eventually get frustrated, and maybe give up.

-I will treat you so well if you do, I just need to hear it~

You continue hoping it would cheer your shy boyfriend to speak the words. You know he’s not the best with expressing his emotions, but god it felt good to see him all tensed because he wanted to fuck you so badly. You travel your fingers up his neck, brushing fading hickeys you left on him few days ago.

You see him sigh as he straightens his upper body. You give him a confused look for a moment, but it disappears when his lips curve into his familiar smirk.

He let his body fall next to you and you feel his strong arm slide under your waist. He pulls you against him and with his other arms, he props your body on top of his. You sit not too far from his hips area. He places his hands on each side of your hips and he gives a light spank on your ass earning a small surprised moan from you.

-What are you doing? I thought I was clear babe.

You say while crossing your arms under your chest. He chuckles and push your hips on top of his bulge. You could feel he was starting to get hard.

-I want you, so be good now and ride me.

You smile happy to hear it finally from him, but he still found a way to make it an order, so it earned a small giggle from you.

-What’s funny?

-Nothing. I said I will treat you right, so let me take care of you.

You said while going down on him. You pulled down his pants to reveal his half hard dick. You took it in your hand and with your thumb you spread the precum all over his tip while giving it few strokes with your other hand. You give few licks to tease him a little, but you shortly after wrap your plump lips around his cock. He hiss as his fingers brush away the hair in front of your eyes that was blocking his view.

-Fuck, just like that

He groans as he places his hand on top of your head trying to make you take more of his length. You let him do as he wishes, as you wanted tonight to be focused on him. He pushes his cock until it was deep enough into your throat that it was painfully hitting the back of it. Tears were starting to form into your eyes as you look up at him. He leaves a low moan and let his head fall behind as he give a lazy thrust into your mouth. He let go of your head not trying to hurt you and you take that chance to remove it from your mouth and breath.

-Shit, you’re so big

You pant with a heavy breath as you stroke his dick up and down using your spit. He smirk at your compliment and you don’t let him reply as you dive his cock into your mouth once again, sucking harshly getting a loud groan out of his mouth.

You torture his dick like this for few minutes as you take him deeply into your throat and suck harshly on his dick by also teasing his slit with your tongue. He was a moaning mess and honestly it’s been a while since you saw him so vocal about the pleasure he was feeling, that it was soaking your panties.

You stroke him with both of your hands as your mouth was sucking his tip and with the help of few thrust, he came into your mouth. You swallowed everything with a funny face and flashed your tongue at him so he could see. You then removed your shorts and panties along with your top, leaving you naked on top of him.

-I should let you suck me off like this more often.

-Yeah, well if I didn’t have to beg all the time to have your cock, I would suck you even upside down.

You retort as you position yourself on top of his dick, ready to slide him in you. Zoro roll his eye at your comment, but he grabs your thighs tightly, anticipating the feeling of your pussy around his cock.

You chuckle seeing him waiting for you to put it inside of you, in silence. You lean and give him a peck on his forehead with a soft smile. Your boyfriends cheeks blushed as he gives you a bit of a “wtf” stare.

-So eager, are we baby?

Sanji

Sanji was smoking outside as his body was leaning against the railing of the ship. His fluffy blond hair brushed by the cold breeze of the early night. His gaze seems lost in a trail of thoughts that only him will know about. You smile to yourself when you finally find your boyfriend.

« It’s a cold night, but lucky me I have someone to cuddle to keep me warm » you say, startling him a little.

He smiles as he recognizes your voice immediately. Sanji doesn’t hide the way his eyes enjoy savouring the view of your body in this little black silk dress. It was his favourite. The dress is so short that he could just bend you over the rail and he would not only have a great view of your pussy, but he could also easily take you there.

Why was it so easy for you to drive him crazy ? Just you being such an effortlessly beautiful women was enough to make his thoughts foggy. It wasn’t too fair for his heart and his dick.

-You are going to catch a cold, my love. Come here.

He finally replies while opening his arms. You rush a little into his embrace, loving the way his body’s warmth and the mix of his cologne and the cigarette’s smog fill your nose and senses. He presses his body against yours and you let the back of your head rest on his chest. He wraps his arms around your shoulders after throwing his cigarette in the ocean.

-How did you find tonight’s dinner, chérie?

-It was delicious as always darling.

You whisper enjoying the tranquility on the boat for once. Sanji hums in response as he let his hairy chin slightly tickle your neck. His lips brush your ear as his warm breath tickles your neck.

-You know you make me a mad man when you wear this.

-Do I?

You answer with a chuckle honestly forgetting how your boyfriend had a particular liking in this night dress. He loves everything you wear anyways so for you it didn’t change much, but as he presses his dick on your lower back, you kinda get what he’s leading to.

You feel his lips move to your neck where he presses them, where he sucks and bites your skin, leaving proof of his love on it.

-I wouldn’t mind dessert at this hour

He mumbles as his arms find a rest now on your breast. He presses his hips closer to your body and you do him the grace of slightly grinding your ass against his bulge.

-What do you mean?

You ask him playing dumb. It was so fun to tease Sanji. He was always so enthusiastic whenever something concerned you.

-I want to fuck you, darling

He continues as his unwrap your body from his arms. His fingers slide down your waist to tease the hem of your short dress. He let them wonder beneath it, feeling the softness of your ass. A gasp left your mouth when his cold fingers press against your clothed core.

-I could just bend you over this rail and fuck you so good, hmm?

He pushes his digits under your panty and let his fingers get coated of your juices before letting them slide upward where he pinches your clit. A moan leaves your throat loudly and you quickly bite your lips to stop any more sounds to come out.

You two could honestly get caught at any moment that someone decides to exit their room, but the thought itself made you even more wet.

-S-sanji, we could get caught..

-I know, but I can’t help myself when you look this good. I want you so badly that I don’t care about the rest.

He retorts with a heavy sigh as he continues to play with clit. He then opt to dive one of his long fingers inside of you, catching you off guard. You try your best to keep any sounds in, but he was making it so hard for you when he was moving so fast.

-Fuck, Sanji. Please fuck me.

You whine as your body naturally leans on the rail. Sanji other hand pushes your lower back to create a curve that earn a groan from his mouth.

Your boyfriend closes the distance pushing now a second finger deeper inside of you. His pace is fast and precise, trying his best to listen to the way your body react to the spot he touches inside of you. Sanji does still keep an eye out in case someone catches you two though..

Hitting all the right spots and playing with your clits with his other hand, you feel your climax approaching. With a last thrust of his finger and some dirty word whispered, you cum all over his fingers, staining his black pants a little.

-You’re insane..

You let out as you try to catch your breath. He smirks and give you a back hug, leaving plenty of kisses on your necks and collarbone.

-let’s go back to our room, so you take care of me~

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squirrelbait02 · 2 years ago

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One Piece Men + Reader touching their thigh and saying “I’m Hungry”

TW: Slight Voyeurism, NSFW.

A/N: First attempt at smut,,, screaming ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀིა

Zoro:

You did it while he was working out up in the Crow’s Nest. You walk up to him, with Zoro barely noticing your arrival as he focuses on his 495th rep of overhead presses. You place your hand on his knee, caressing your way up to his thigh, sneaking a finger under his waistband. Zoro’s breath hitches when you do so. “What do you want, woman?” He grunts out, continuing his reps. You keep your hand still as you sigh out, “I’m hungry, Zoro.” Zoro sends a look your way, sweat dripping down his forehead. “And? What the hell do you want me to do about it? Go see that shitty cook if you’re hungry.” You roll your eyes and dip your finger into his gym shorts more, pulling down the waistband slightly to reveal a bit of green turf. “Are you sure you want me to go to Sanji for this?” Zoro sucks on his teeth at your response and throws away the dumbbells in his hands; they make a loud crashing noise when they land on the floor. Still lying on his back, Zoro grabs your hand and pulls you onto him. His bulge is ever so present between your thighs. He bucks up his hips while grabbing your plush thighs now, his fingers sinking in harshly. You moan a bit. “Zo-Zoro… what if people come up here because they heard the crash?” “Hah…? Thought you were hungry? It’s too late to turn back now, sweetheart.” He smirks when your thighs tremble at the nickname. “I’m going to make you regret coming up here.”

Sanji:

He was preparing to make dinner when you sneaked up behind him. He turns around to give you quick kisses on the forehead. “Hello Princess.” He murmurs between kisses before turning around again and returning to the cutting board. “I’m just chopping up some vegetables right now, but did you need something for me?” You hugged his side, one arm around his waist and the other on his thigh, Sanji froze mid cut. “I’m Hungry.” You stuck out your bottom lip in a big pout. “Y/N-sw-swan, I can, ahem, make you a quick snack if you like.” He tries to play it cool but with the way his legs were shaking, he was already close to being undone. You lean your head on his shoulder and whisper next to his ear, your hand ghosting above the front of his pants. “I think I want this snack, though; can you prepare it for me, baby?”. Sanji almost lets out a whimper but holds strong; he fully turns around to grab you by the waist and pull you up on the counter. Face flushed and hands slightly trembling, he kneels down, pressing open mouth kisses on your bare skin leading up to your core. “I hope you don’t mind me taking the first taste, darling.”

Shanks:

It was in the middle of another party; Shanks and the Red-Haired Pirates were drinking the night away once again. Shanks was laughing at something when you swayed your way up to him. He immediately took notice and started to make grabby hands and kissy noises at you. “Babeeeeee~ Come here.” Shanks grins at you, drawing you in and settling you down on his thigh. He cuddles closely and breathes in your scent, the smell of alcohol tickles your nose while his stubble tickles your neck. You try to resist already mewling as his hand gropes around your soft body, and with a blush creeping up your neck you grab Shanks’ hand. “Dear… I’m hungry.” You murmured, your hand slowly sliding up his thigh, but before you could get up any further, Shank had already pulled you closer, nose to nose, grinning wildly. “In public, doll? How shameful.” He lets out a small ‘tsk’ but swiftly drowns out any complaints or retorts you may have by poking his tongue through your lips. It was a sloppy kiss, but that didn’t stop your thighs from clenching together. It took for one of the other party-goers to start shouting at the both of you, ‘To get a room’ before Shanks pulled away with a sheepish grin. He stands up with you still on his hips. “How about we continue this in my room, hmm?”

A/N: Requests currently open!

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squirrelbait02 · 2 years ago

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Expecting: Life with their Pregnant Partner

Featuring Aizawa, Fatgum and Hawks

Aizawa x pregnant GN! Reader; Fatgum x pregnant GN! Reader; Hawks x Pregnant GN! Reader

Warnings: fluff, reader being a little reckless

AN: I was reading through my google docs and found these 😄 absolutely zero clue when I wrote these. Honestly love that for me.

Aizawa

"YN what the hell are you doing?" Shota shouts as he walks in, seeing his heavily pregnant partner perched along the baseboards of class 1-A's dorm floors.

"Shota! Just in time, I need you to change my water bucket. Look how dirty these baseboards are! Can you believe that?" you say, smiling at your husband as you go back to dipping the cloth in the bucket and wiping the soaking cloth along the now sparking boards.

"YN, seriously? I can't leave you alone can I?” He says going to help you up from the ground, fussing over you as you stand.

"You know the doctor said to rest right? I mean you and I were both at the last appointment. I'm pretty sure I heard him say that about 15 times,” he says, looking at you with a scowl as you roll your eyes in response.

"I'll have you know I did rest sweetheart. But then Miydoria came in and asked if I wanted a snack. So I said 'yes let me help you' so then I got up. I walked to the kitchen and noticed some dirt on the floor. So I got the broom out. Then I swept the dirt and noticed a scuff on the baseboards and well we can't have a scuff so I went and got a bucket. Then one scuff turned into two and then three and then five,” you say gesturing to the floor boards.

“YN seriously,” your husband said, crossing his arms over his large chest.

"You really want our baby to be born with filthy floor boards Shota?" You say, crossing your arms and waiting for your husband's reply.

"YN the baby isn't going to be studying the floor boards when they arrive. Plus I think you should be worried about more important things like, and maybe I'm just being dramatic here, but oh I don't know labor perhaps?" Shota says escorting you to the nearest coach the rest. You scoff at your husband once more as Midoriya, Bakugo, Kirishima and Todoroki walk in.

"I'm going to need you all to watch YN for me,” Shota says standing up and walking towards his students

"Excuse me? I'm very capable!” you shout, shocked at your husband's words to his students.

"YN I have a patrol tonight. There is no way I'm leaving you to your own devices. You'll probably end up repainting the whole common area,”he says looking at you.

"Didn't you already by paint YN?” Todoroki says before you quickly interject

"Well would you look at the time! Come on boys, let's go start dinner,” you say waddling towards the teens

"YN you have got to be kidding me right now?!?” Shota says rubbing his temples

"Have a great night love!” you say pushing the boys towards the doors.

Fatgum

"YN I'm home my love",” Taishiro shouts. The apartment smells amazing and he is starving. After a long night fighting crimes and arresting villains, Taishiro only wants two things.

To have a good meal and to see his beautiful partner.

"In here my love! I'm just finishing supper,” you shout as you wipe your hands on your apron.

Taishiro stoped and looked at you. His beautiful partner, pregnant with his baby and making him his favorite meal.

"Honestly I could get use to seeing you pregnant for the rest of my life YN,” Taishiro says pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead lightly.

You giggle and pat his stomach as you head back towards the stove to stir your vegetables.

"Lets get this one out first and then we will talk,” you say rubbing your belly as your stir the food and grab plates.

"Busy day my love?" He asks, washing his hands and sitting at the table.

"I went by the new fish market today and grabbed a huge variety! Then I went to the farmers market and got these and some fresh produce,” you say pointing to the freshly cut bouquet of sunflowers sitting on the table.

"YN I thought the doctor told you to stay away from fish,” he says worryingly.

"Love I can eat some cooked fish but I mostly got it for you! I've been watching this cooking show I wrote down some awesome recipes to try!” you say plating Taishiro's food and setting it in front of him

"Baby you should be resting during the day,” Taishiro says scolding you

You look at him, deadpan. "Babe I literally sit on the coach and write down recipes. I'm not running a marathon," you say rolling your eyes.

"I just worry about you YN. You do so much for me and I want you and the baby to be healthy,” Taishiro says, grabbing your hands and pulling you close.

You smile at your husband and give him a soft kiss. "Taishiro, you have Kirishima and Tamaki check on me at least twice a day when you are at work. Plus you text me every hour. Aizawa even came by last week to make sure I didn't need a snack. I'm well taken care of love!” you say smiling at your husband as he smiles back.

"Ok YN,” Taishiro says smiling as he grabs his fork and begins to eat.

"I did lug the groceries up the 5 flights of stairs today tho,” you say resting your hips against the back of the counter and smiling at your husband as he chokes on his food, quickly reaching for his water.

"YN seriously?!" Taishiro says clearing his throat as his eyes widen on you

"I'm joking babe," you say smiling. Taishiro breathes out a sigh of relief as he goes to take another bite.

"It was only four flights," you say laughing as you walk out of the room, leaving your husband hanging, fork halfway to his mouth.

Hawks

Hawks walks into his apartment to hear music coming from down the hallway. He smiles as he sets his keys down, removing his goggles, headset, boots and coat before heading to see you.

He knows you’re in the baby's room. That's where you've been for the past few days. Your nesting has kicked into full gear as you prepare for the arrival of your baby any day now.

What Hawks doesn't expect is to see you singing 5 feet above the ground, as you balance atop a ladder pounding a nail into the wall.

"Holy crap YN!" He yells as he goes to steady you and you smile down at him.

"Hey baby! So glad your home safe! How was your night?" You say smiling down at your husband

"YN what in the hell are you doing? Get down from there!" Hawks growls as your roll your eyes, setting the hammer on top of the ladder and climbing down.

"Ok I'm down here now what?" you say looking percuriously at your husband.

"Well for one, no more ladder,” Hawks says grabbing the ladder and folding it up, hauling it out of the babies room.

You sigh and follow your husband as he puts the ladder away.

"Keigo I have things to do!” you say your hands now on your hips as your husband glares at you.

"Do I need to put a lock on this door YN? Because I absolutely will!” he says narrowing his eyes at you.

"Keigo the baby is coming and their room isn't finished!" You say pouting and stomping your feet.

You husband sighs and rolls his eyes, walking up to you and pulling you into a hug. He knows how stressed you've been about your babies arrival.

"YN the baby isn't even going to be sleeping in their room remember? You have time love," Hawks says nuzzling your nose.

"Keigo first impressions are everything! And I want to give the baby a tour when we bring them home. And that includes their FINISHED room!" you say with emphasis, throwing your hands in the air.

Keigo looks at your, trying not to laugh at your pure ridiculousness.

"I'll tell you what YN. How about this weekend we do the finishing touches together?" He says as he notices your mood perk up at the suggestion.

"Babe that would be so awesome!" You answer gleefully.

"I mean I have to put the crib, swing and rocker together anyways. Might as well do it all,” he says as he notices your eyes widen and you look away from him.

"YN-"

“Ok so I may have accidently out the swing together,” you say, grinning at your husband.

Hawks sighs, his hand doing to his head, "what in the world am I going to do with you?"

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squirrelbait02 · 2 years ago

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could you do a scenario where s/o reveals her pregnancy to zoro? xoxo 😚

A.N : I'm trying to answer every asks. This is me trying. Enjoy ♡︎

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Go to ⤷ [Main Masterlist] c.w : language, pregnant reader, agnst, fluff

The Sunny was bustling with activity as the crew approached Hana Island, your hometown.

"Wooooahh~ I can't wait to eat Y/n's stew again!" Luffy giggled perched on Sunny's head.

Zoro's eye was fixed on the horizon, his lips curled with a soft smile that no one could see.

"What about you Zoro ? Are you excited to taste her stew again ?" Nami smirked studying her map.

The swordsman's face immediately turned a bright shade of red, and everyone joined in on Nami's teasing. "You witch," Zoro gritted his teeth.

"I can't believe that savage got to touch that delicate flower like her…" Sanji spat storming his way back to the kitchen.

Zoro's anger quickly turned to satisfaction as he watched the cook choke on his cigarette out of jealousy, making the others' annoying comments fade away. He couldn't deny his feelings anymore, but he cherished what he had with you and preferred to keep them to himself. Seeking solace in the crow's nest, all he could think about was you.

It's been four months since the last time he visited you, and a lot happened since then. He thought about all the things he wanted to tell you, especially his battles with King and Kaido.

Who would have thought that the King of Hell Roronoa Zoro would have fallen in love with the sweetest botanist on all the seas? It seems that fate played its part in bringing you both together, much like how a powerful sword attracts a skilled swordsman.

"At 1 p.m., let's all gather at Y/n's house", Nami instructed as everyone split up to run errands around the village.

While everyone was busy with their businesses, Zoro grabbed Chopper and lifted him onto his shoulder. "Oi, Chopper, have something to ask you."

Chopper didn't react to Zoro's gesture but grasped the gravity of the situation as he noticed his friend's serious frown. "Wh- What is it?"

Zoro scanned his surroundings, making sure no one was eavesdropping. This heightened Chopper's concern even further. "Can you help me get there?"

"Th-there? Where?" The doctor blinked at his friend, whose face was once again turning red. "To Y/n's…" Zoro finally mumbled, looking away.

"Oh, I see! Sure, let's go—"

"Shh! It's a covert mission. We must be discreet."

The duo exchanged one of their knowing looks and nodded. Chopper couldn't contain his excitement about playing ninja with Zoro.

"I'll take you there Zorojuro-dono. Nin nin. But first I need to get some medicines on the way. Nin nin."

A chuckle escaped Zoro's lips, and they both departed joyfully, ensuring no one had noticed their departure.

After completing their tasks in the village, they made their way up to your farm. Though modest, the house was very comfortable, surrounded by fields and wildflowers that provided enough fruits and vegetables to sustain the whole village. As they approached, Zoro's expression softened at the sight of the light pink walls adorned with climbing plants. His face lit up when he caught a glimpse of you in your usual spot, sitting on the wooden table on the porch, studying a book under the wisterias that shaded you from the afternoon sun.

The smile that had tugged at the corner of his lips soon vanished when he noticed a man walking behind you to set a cup next to you, his hand resting on your shoulder. Zoro couldn't help but feel a surge of unease as he watched you interact with that man, his hand gripping his katana's hilt firmly, as if he were trying to ground himself. Robin's words, "It's not easy to date a pirate. Do you think she will wait for you?" echoed in his mind. Her bluntness usually didn't bother him, but this time her words lingered like poison in his head, even though he thought he had long forgotten about it.

Your heart raced as a familiar presence approached. "Chopper! Zoro!"

"Y/n!" Chopper giggled as he ran your way and jumped of excitement. Catching him in mid-air, you twirled and hugged him tightly, nuzzling into the softness of his hat.

"Wow, you've grown so much, Chopper!" You chuckled as you set him down.

"Hehe, stop it. Maybe a little," Chopper blushed and did his happy dance, melting your heart. He stopped when Zoro, walking a bit behind Chopper, stood next to him. He took a step forward, his sweaty hand resting on his katana hilt. He tried his best to maintain a composed expression but inevitably failed when you jumped into his arms.

"Zoro~ I missed you so much!" You whispered burying your face in the crook of his neck. It was enough to wash away every uncomfortable thought and for him to melt under your touch. His arms wrapped around your waist lifting you so you were firmly pressed against his chest. If he could he would never let go again. "Me too," he mumbled on the top of your head barely above a whisper.

The rush of sheer happiness coursing through his veins made his heart flutter, a feeling he was certainly not accustomed to but had longed for since he first experienced it.

The man approached, and Zoro's gaze turned cold as he nodded. "Y/n, I'll be on my way now," he said, his tone edged with formality as he gestured towards the horizon with a stiff hand movement. "Call me whenever you need."

You stole a quick glance at Zoro, who stood nearby, his steel grey eye analyzing the man that was leaving. "Oh, yeah... Sorry, Sir Julian," you replied, "Of course, I'll keep you updated."

"Who was that, Y/n?" Chopper asked, intrigued by the large suitcase the man was carrying.

"It's… a friend," you babbled nervously, avoiding eye contact with Zoro. "He just passed by and checked on me." Even though it wasn't the whole truth, you felt uncomfortable for not disclosing everything. You couldn't. Not now...

"oiiii Y/n! Zoroooo! Chopppeer !"Luffy's voice cut you short, and Zoro's frown returned, his frustration evident. He didn't need to say a word for you to understand what it was. You gave him a warm smile. "Let's talk later, Zoro, okay?"

Later that evening, as the crew reunited, their faces lit up with joy, and they quickly gathered around the massive table set in the lush garden. Laughter and chatter filled the air, blending with the tantalizing aroma of the feast that awaited them. It was a vibrant and heartwarming scene, except maybe for Zoro's mood, which was worse than ever since you didn't have a chance to have privacy and talk. His brooding presence cast a shadow, but even that couldn't completely dampen the lively atmosphere of the gathering.

His hawk-like gaze never left you, as he watched your every move and intently listened to your every conversation, even from a distance. Meanwhile, he, Jinbei, and Nami got into yet another drinking contest.

After gathering some courage, you approached the group and sat down next to Zoro. As you settled beside him, you noticed a subtle shift in his demeanor. His tense jaw seemed to relax ever so slightly, and a hint of surprise danced in his eyes, though he tried to maintain a stoic expression.

"Ah, right on time, Y/n! We're just getting started~" Nami giggled, her arm wrapping around your shoulder.

"I heard you could keep up with Zoro," Jinbei added with an encouraging twinkle in his eyes. "This is one of the finest sake you'll find-"

You hesitated, eyeing the full glass of sake that was extended to you, but you politely refused. Zoro, ever watchful, arched an eyebrow, curious about your decision.

"What is it? You're not drinking? Why not?"

"Eh? Because... I don't feel like it..."

Zoro blinked at you before bursting into laughter, a hearty sound that resonated through the night. Your reaction was unexpected, as he had always admired your competitive spirit and your ability to hold your own while drinking with him.

Nami playfully punched Zoro's arm to silence him, sensing your disconfort. "Alright, let's get started then."

Zoro, not quite reading the room around him, persisted. "What? Seriously, you're not joining us?"

"Zoro-" Nami pinched her nose.

"No, I won't," you retorted to him.

"Then why did you come sit with us, huh?" He sneered.

"Ah? I wanted to be with you, that's all... Do I need to drink to be with you now?"

"Tch... When did you become that boring?" Zoro's words stung.

The teasing between you wasn't new, but this one was particularly petty and hurt your feelings, making you doubt evrything in asplit second.

"When you became that petty," you replied. You removed Nami's arm, stood up, and stomped away. Zoro quikly caught up to you and grabbed yoir wrist and stopped you in your tracks. he had enough and needed to know what was going on. "Oi, where are you going?"

Everyone's attention suddenly focused on the two of you as you stood in the middle of the garden.

"Let go, Zoro. I don't want to talk right now."

"Yeah, I can see that. You've been avoiding me all day. What is it, huh? Something you have to hide from me? Is it because of that friend of yours? What's his name again... Julian?" Zoro's voice carried frustration and simmered with a hint of anger.

"The hell you're talking about?! You're being stupid and mean."

It was mean, he knew it, but he couldn't stop. He didn't know how to handle those tumultuous feelings, the fear of losing you to another man...

"And you're lying to me. So how about you come clean now so we can both move on?"

"It's not ... I'm not..." The words got caught in your throat, and tears welled up in your eyes.

"Oi Marimo!" Sanji stood between Zoro and you, only fueling the swordsman frustation that slowly transformed into anger.

"What the hell? Go back to your kitchen before I cut you stupid cook."

"Oi Zoro... I won't let you hurt a lady like this. Stand back and talk to her when your brain is functioning again."

"Ahhh ?! What did you say ?!" Zoro drew his sword, and Sanji stopped the blade with his foot.

The argument was going nowhere, incomprehension hanging in the air. No one could grasp what was happening and what Zoro needed to know so desperately.

"I'm pregnant !" you yelled, fists clenched and eyes shut, too scared to face the people around. All you wanted was to hide.

No one dared to speak, and the silence was soon broken by the sound of Zoro's sword falling to the ground. Opening one eye, you took a step back and ran away.

"Preg- what? O-oi...W-wait-"

"Ehhhhhhh?!" the Straw Hats exclaimed when your words finally sank in, but you were already far from sight, all curled up on your bed, your face buried in your pillow.

What should I do now? Is he going to be mad at me ? He'll tell me he doesn't have time for this. Maybe he doesn't love me as much as I love him. What if I'm just a distraction? No. No! No way.

The voices in your head wouldn't stop. You wanted to silence them, knowing that Zoro was a good man—loyal and honest. Knowing that the ond between you was unique and real; but doubt had seeped into every corner of your mind while he was away. You questioned everything, even yourself, uncertain if you were fit to be a mother.

A minute passed, but it felt like an eternity. Zoro entered the room without knocking still shoked by the news, and knelt before the bed. There were so many things he wanted to say, to ask, but nothing came out. He just sat there in silence.

It was a hard and painful moment. Both of your hearts were heavy, mind clouded with doubts and questions.

You knew he struggled with communicating his emotions, so you had to be the one to take that extra step.

"Zoro..." your voice was muffled in the pillow, but he hummed in response. "Did you think I could cheat on you?" you continued.

"Hmm." He paused, his hand reaching for you. "No. I know you would never betray me but... I was scared."

You moved to sit on the bed and met his eyes. "Scared?"

"... Yeah. Scared that you'll leave me beacause someone could make you happier and treat you better. That I will not be strong enough to come back to you everytime... That you'll have enough and-"

"Zoro, you're more than enough I'll wait for you no matter what I told you that right?"

"You did." He smirked, realizing that he had lost control. He felt a sense of shame and failure that he despised.

"Sir Julian is a doctor by the way. I'm sorry... I should have told you earlier. I was scared too. I shouldn't have doubted you." You leaned to kiss his lips before resting your forehead on his. "I shouldn't have doubted us."

"I'm sorry I fucked up. Shouldn't have talked to you like that..." Zoro's hand trailed to your tummy hesitantly, "So... There's a baby in there..."

"Yeah."

"...You don't look pregnant though."

"And you don't look like you use your brain much."

"Oi! I said I was sorry!"

Both of you shared a laugh, and the room seemed lighter as the tension eased. Zoro was smiled but he was still confused. A baby? My baby? He had no clue what he should do. Unlike you who had a few weeks to process the news.

"You know... I thought about it and I don't want to be a burden for you. You have a big dream and- What I'm trying to say is I'll be fine. Even when you're away. I can manage alone."

His gray eye studied your face, and his ever-present, serious frown slowly gave way to a sigh. "Oi. Don't say shit like that. You will never be a burden to me. Ever." Wrapping his strong arms around you, he wiped away the tears that still rolled down your cheeks. "Look, I have no idea what to do, but I trust you. I trust you with my life, Y/n. I'm not good with… whatever this is going to be, but I'll learn. I'll do my best. I promise you that."

You felt the burden on your shoulders vanish, and the heaviness in your heart dissipate.

"When- I mean, when is it coming out?"

"Five months maybe less."

"Hmm." He rubbed his chin lost in his thoughts, "I'll be back before that."

Silence filled the room, but it was peaceful as Zoro closed the gap to kiss you. All the fear vanished when your hearts connected once more, beating in unison.

"I missed you." You smiled against his lips.

"I…" With his face nestled in the crook of your neck, he confessed, "I love you."

In this sea of uncertainty, your anchor was the unwavering loyalty that you had for each other, and the belief that no matter what tomorrow brings, you will face it together.

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The side of them they will show only to you...

His vulnerable side.

Roronoa Zoro x reader ♡ Content Warning : curse words, angst, fluff ♡ 720 words

"Damn he's strong..."

That's what you thought evrytime you saw Zoro make some heavy lifting. However, some other times he was just an idiot who couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Oi, give me that." He took the heavy barel of coke from your arms before you could answer.

"Hey, stop doing that! I can carry it just fine." You object trying to take the barel back.

Deep down, he was fully aware of your strength, but he couldn't shake off his concern. He knew you were still nursing injuries from the previous battle, yet true to your nature, you never complained, even when it was evident that you were in pain. You could fool the others, but not him.

"Course you can with those tiny arms," he scoffs. It was his clumsy way to show you he cared. of course, he could just have told you so, but sarcasm and playful teasing felt more confortable for him as a way to express himself.

"My arms are fine," You flex your biceps to prove your point.

"Sure, still not strong enough to come back from that fight in one piece." he cocked an eyebrow at your bandages.

It hurts. Loosing against those pirates was humilating enough. Your pride was hurt, your heart tightens at his words.

"...Fuck you Zoro." You spat.

He stops in his tracks, and blinks at you with a faint gasp. Your eyes were filled with tears, and your tone was filled of rage.

You stomped your way to the ship, tired of his sarcasm, and tired of him always pushing you away.

"O-oi" he stammered, completely froze on the spot.

Thoughts were racing i nhis mind and he was enable to grasp or make sense of any of it.

You didn't showed up for dinner wich never happened even when you were sick.

"Where is Y/n-chwan ?" Sanji asked as he served your plate.

"Ah, she asked me if she could use the workshop and locked herself there." Franky explained.

"Ah~ She might need alone time to take care of herself. Yohohohoo-" Brook insinuated.

"Shut up you perv!" Nami thew an empty glass in the Skeleton's face.

"Maybe she passed out from exhaustion." Robin suggested.

"Oi Robin! You're gonna jinx it! Stop saying horrible things!" Usopp and chopper whined as they grew more worried.

"Ah. Y/n-chan?" Luffy mumbled between bites "Zoro pissed her off this morning" He announced before stuffing his mouth again.

All eyes were fixed on a very silent Zoro, his gaze unwaveringly focused on the glass of alcohol before him. The weight of guilt grew overwhelming, even for a man capable of lifting tons of iron with a single finger.

"You shitty Marimo! What did you say to that sweet Y/n-chan?!"

Zoro got up without saying a word, even ignoring his rival's teasing. He quickly took the plate from the angry cook and left, leaving everyone confused and curious about what he might have said.

He came to a halt at the workshop door. The knot in his stomach had persisted all day, and now a lump formed in his throat."Damn it…" he cursed himself for his cowardice, regretting not apologizing earlier to the extent that you had to seclude yourself.

It pained him even more because you had always been there for him since you've met. He couldn't say how much he loved that no words or gestures were necessary between you two. This time however he wished he could just have told you he regretted his words.

He bitterly remembered all the times you snuck a botle of fine sake from the kitchen in the darkest hours of the night, providing silent companionship to ease his troubles.

"Y/n." His voice was stern.

"..."

"The food's getting cold." He bit his lips, feeling powerless and stupid. but he really had no idea how to adress this.

"Just leave the tray and go."

His heart skiped a beat when your faint voice resonnated behind the cold door.

"Y/n, we need to… um, we need to have a conversation," he blurted out, gulping nervously as a bead of sweat trickled down his back.

"Just say what you have to say and leave."

He opened his mouth to speak again, but when his eyes met the thick metalic door he stopped. "Don't be an idiot. Don't be a coward." Was all he could think of. He put the tray down.

"I'm coming in." With an immense surge of strength, he tore the door from its frame, causing the entire ship to tremble.

"WHAT THE HELL!? ZORO!" You gasped falling from your chair.

He took the tray nonchalantly after placing the door out of the way.

"Are you out of your damn mind!?" You rushed to the door frame to assess the damage. "You broke the jonction you idiot! Ahhh, we'll have to wait for the next island to get titanium! Ahhh It's so out of the monthly budget... Nami's gonna kill-"

Your rambling were shut down by two strong arms wrapped around your shoulders, almost covering your mouth. You swore that your heart stopped beating for a second. You've been physically close to Zoro many times, but this was something else.

"I'm sorry. I am an diot, and I am an asshole for telling you... For ..." He tighten his grip slightly making you grab his arms as a reflex to prevent him from choking you.

"You're strong, I know that. But you know I'm sronger and -"

Your skin crawled at his words and in a swift motion you got out of his grip to face him. You clench your fists as you really want to punch his perfectly shaped face.

"Did you destroy the door to tell me that?! I know you are! Everyone knows! Stop looking down on me! FOR FUCK SAKE!" Tears well up in your eyes once more.

Zoro's frown deepened as he observed your swollen, teary eyes. For a brief moment, you locked gazes, and within that instant, you witnessed an expression on his face that you had never seen before. His features appeared unexpectedly gentle, yet filled with profound remorse.

"W-What's that...?" You mumble as anger is soon replaced by concern for your friend.

"I care for you Y/n. I really do... I hate to see you hurt, I hate when you fight even if... I know damn well you're strong. I fucking hate it. It scares me."

His words hang heavy in the air around you. You couldn't process the fact that he could be scared.

After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and pulled you against him in a tight embrace, your hands rested on his chest and your grabbed on his shirt tightly.

"It's selfish to tell you that..." More than anyone, Zoro never treated people regarding of their sex. All that mattered to him was how they acted. He knew he messed up and he just wished that the hug would take all the pain he caused.

"Zoro... Thank you." it took you a minute but you understood. You were too hurt and tired to understand earlier but him showing you the most vulnerable side of his being was the last piece that made eveything click. It shook you to the core as hi slarge body envelopped yours in a firm yet fragile embrace. "I'm sorry for reacting like tha-"

"No. Don't apologize," he interjected.

"But I-" You lifted your head to meet his eye.

"Shut up, it was my fault-" He stared back.

"Shut up? You shut up you dumb broccoli!" You slapped his chest.

"The hell is a broccoli?!" He chuckled seeing your eyebrows furrowed and your cute pout. You couldn't help but laugh at his dumb question and cute chuckle.

"Ah... I feel better. You ?" He sighed stretching his arms above his head.

"I'm good, thank you for opening up like that. I know it not easy."

In that vulnerable moment, he felt a mix of pride and relief. He had never felt safer than he did now. He knew you wouldn't pass judgment or mock his emotions. He was confident that you would listen and comprehend, even if his words came out clumsily. Talking to you felt right, loving you felt right too but he thought he'd wait a little more before confessing...

A blush painted his cheeks as he scratched th eback of his head, "How about a drink ?"

You smiled at him, happy and grateful that you two shared such a deep bond. Maybe, when the time would be right you could tell him how much you cared for him too and how you wished that you could be by his side forever... But that night no words were needed. Just you, the moonlight and a very expensive bottle of sake.

"OIIIIIIII! Who broke the Door ?! ZOROOOOO!"

It wasn't supposed to be that long. HA HA HA.

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