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yorumiraki · 9 months

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𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥!

summary: zoro can't help but notice the lovely sounds coming from your room... pairing: zoro x afab!reader cw: mdni, masturbation, getting caught an: this man lives in my head rent free it's not even funny... wrote this while drunk and will proofread as needed (^o^)

he got lost on the ship, of course he did, during one night after he'd finished a bout of training. his wandering led him to stroll right past your door, where the sounds emanating from your quarters had his cheeks flushing red.

hushed whines and soft, wet noises, along with the occasional sharp gasp. it’s a bit too much for the swordsman to handle.

his first instinct is to pull away, walk in the other direction and forget this ever happened. yet, a lingering curiosity has him feeling differently. in his head, he conjures up an image of what he thinks is going on inside and his heart starts to race. bits of guilt and arousal stir within his chest, a shaky and quiet sigh leaving him before he, against his better judgement, presses his ear to your door.

the intoxicating sounds are only barely audible over the sound of his own thundering heartbeat in his ears. one of his hands absentmindedly moves towards his waistband, debating if he should tend to the hardening bulge in his pants.

his head is swirling. wouldn't it be disrespectful of him to intrude on such an intimate moment? as your vice captain, should he... maybe be obligated to help you? he shakes his head at his own shitty excuse, his jaw clenching as he struggles to make a decision.

luckily, it gets made for him when he hears someone approaching. there was no way in hell that he would be caught with a hard on in front of your quarters, so out of pure panic he opens your door and steps inside.

when his gaze falls on you, he's awestruck. the moonlight flooding in from the openings of the curtains provided the perfect glow, your figure beautifully illuminated for him to see. the arch of your back, your parted lips and the softness of your skin is utterly captivating, but he's snapped out of his daze when he meets your shocked stare.

"zoro!" you silently gasp, instinctively shutting your legs as your whole face burned in embarrassment. turning towards the wall, you attempt to hide your bare body from him. “I- what are you doing?”

he’s momentarily silenced, but tries to explain himself. his eyes dart between your exposed form and the floor as he clears his throat. “I-I just was walking and- shit, I didn’t mean-“

your head scrambles to connect the dots, not even knowing what to do or say.

it comes to a halt when your eyes catch a glimpse of his hardness, the fabric of his pants straining and unable to conceal his desire at the sight before him. your breath hitches, hips bucking ever so slightly. with your judgement clouded by lust, you give him an inviting and partially bashful look.

it doesn't go unnoticed by the ever observant swordsman, who swallows down the lump in his throat before stepping forward until he's right beside you. everything about you seems so much more irresistible up close and he finds himself almost hesitant, as if he doesn't want to risk breaking you. while he was used to rushing into situations head first, this was admittedly out of his realm of expertise.

all he knew was that he wanted to hear those pretty sounds again. he wanted to be the one to have you squirming.

he can handle putting his pride aside for now. he'd learn, if it meant giving you the most pleasure. he steels himself, his reddened cheeks and tense posture highlighting his internal conflict as he speaks to you through gritted teeth, his gaze never leaving yours. "show me." show me how to make you feel good.

for a moment it's silent, save for a small and trembling breath that you release. with a shy nod, you grab one his large hands in yours, your legs slowly falling open. your hand over his, you guide him towards where you need him the most. as soon as his fingers make contact with the wetness there, he rasps out a groan.

the noise has a jolt running up your spine, the pleasure that comes with the touch of another already outweighing what you'd been feeling just moments earlier.

your fingers instruct his as they explore the intricacies of your heat, all while his gaze never leaves your face. something about him, his presence or his aura or just the natural authority he commands has your body submitting quite easily. every sensation is more pleasureful and soon enough, you’re struggling to keep up.

when your hand starts to tremble, losing its ability to guide him as your breaths become whiny, he takes over. he's a fast learner, getting more and more confident as you fall apart before him. “let me do it.” he orders, his tone husky and commanding. “I’ll take care of you.”

his movements are steady and sure, his focus never wavering. the look he gives you is already enough to send you spiraling. domineering and intense.

"just like that... zoro." your praise is soft and light, followed by a sweet whimper that has free hand clenching to the point where his knuckles turn white.

when you finally cum, he releases a breath he didn't even know he was holding. the way you clamp around his fingers is almost unreal, addicting. his hips rut into nothing, begging to know how you would feel wrapped around him.

you're awed by him, utterly so, as you realize that he's in desperate need of release. your body shivers, the aftershocks of pleasure leaving your muscles trembling as you stand. then, you gently move him so that he's sat on the edge of the bed. not letting your eyes leave his, you lower yourself until you're knelt before him, caged between his strong legs. running your hands up and down the length of his clothed thighs, you give him a smile, more than eager to return the favor. "show me."

#roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #one piece smut #one piece x reader #zoro smut

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yorumiraki · 9 months

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𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕟!

summary: you try to practice the infamous three sword style in secret and end up embarrassing yourself... pairing: zoro x gn!reader cw: none! something funny and fluffy wc: 2.6k

He should've known that you were up to no good when you had talked to him earlier.

Zoro had been napping on the deck of the Sunny, on a nicely shaded patch of grass. It was a very nice day at sea- the waves were calm and the atmosphere was light. The ship was expected to dock at an island by tomorrow, and from what Robin had said, it was a place known for its boisterous shops and unique goods.

You were peeking around a corner, trying to think of the right way to approach the swordsman. Even though the crew was practically family, waking a napping Zoro was still a pretty intimidating task, not for the faint of heart. After a deep breath and a lot of mental preparation, you made your move.

Your feet treaded lightly on the grass, almost as if a single misstep would sell you out. You can feel your heartbeat pick up as you get closer, his eyes remaining shut as he sleeps. When you're finally before him, you open and close your mouth in hesitation as you try to find something to say at the last minute.

Luckily, he beats you to it. "What do you want?"

A sort of embarrassed, choked noise leaves you. The swordsman simply opens an eye and raises an annoyed brow. "Well?"

"I just, uh, wanted to ask you something." You trail off, doubting that he'd even indulge you. He still seems a tad irritated, but he doesn't shoo you away, which gives you some hope that he maybe isn't all that disturbed by your presence.

His brows furrow a bit. "What is it? I want to nap before we get to the island."

You swallow a lump of anxiety that is forming in your throat. "Well I was just wondering..." A hand comes up to scratch the back of your head as you look away, finding the vast ocean easier to gaze upon. "Is it comfortable to hold a sword in your mouth?"

...

It's quiet for a bit. You would have thought time stopped altogether if it weren't for some seagulls flying above the ship.

"Haaaaaaah? What kind of a question is that?" He all but barks, not expecting something so outlandish. He sits up from his comfortable napping position, a light red hue tinging his cheeks.

His reaction was not what you expected, his response making your confidence crumble. You put your hands up in a sort of defensive position, a small yelp of surprise leaving your mouth as you take a few steps back. "Wait, you don't have to answer!"

He turns his gaze to the side and clicks his tongue. "It's fine. It's... comfortable, natural to me now." His attention turns back to you, albeit a little suspiciously. "Why're ya askin'?"

It was your turn to look away, a warm sensation creeping up your neck to the tips of your ears. "I was just curious..."

The way his eyes narrow further doesn't do anything to quell your nerves. He can tell at the very least that you're not giving him the full story, but he isn't sure how hard to push. "That's all?"

You don't really trust yourself to speak, so you just nod and hope it's enough to get your vice captain off of your back. He huffs and lays back down, resting his arms up and over his head as he prepares to get back to his nap. A part of him knows you're hiding something, but he decides not to pursue it further for the sake of indulging in some shut eye.

"Good." He yawns, closing his eyes and getting back into a napping position. "Then let me sleep."

Your feet carry you away and back to the safety of your room. You don't have to be told twice...

The island is even more beautiful than you thought it was going to be. As a summer island, the weather was warm and inviting. It was vibrant and lively- even from the dock you could see an array of shops that seemed to never end. Nami calls for the crew to gather on the deck, holding Luffy by the collar so he didn't run off.

"Okay, here's the plan!" She commands, a hand on her hip while the other tightens on Luffy's shirt. "We're going to town, but one of us is going to have to stay behind to watch the ship." She eyes everyone, that intimidating gaze of hers scanning over the crew. "Any volunteers?"

As expected, no one volunteers. This island seems like a gold mine of fun, so you don't blame them. Though, this was the moment you were waiting for: to be alone on the ship.

Your hand sheepishly comes up, her eyes lighting up when she sees a volunteer.

Some of the other crew members look back at you with gratitude, thanking you for saving them from Nami's forecasted wrath. This kind of island seemed right up your alley, so for you volunteer to stay behind was a little odd.

The swordsman gives you a pointed look, but says nothing.

With everyone walking off into the distance, you breathe a sigh of relief and scramble up into the observation room. Equipment is scattered all around and your eyes light up when you see some wooden training swords propped up in the corner.

With a skip in your step, you grab one of the wooden swords and sit on the ground while examining it.

"It can't be that hard, right?" You murmured to yourself, examining the hilt. "I hope I don't get any splinters on my tongue..."

It's been a little over an hour now, your jaw only slightly sore from your attempts at wielding the wooden sword between your teeth.

You're so utterly engrossed in mastering the strange technique, that you fail to pick up on a presence approaching the observation room. When the hatch swings open and a mess of green hair pops out from underneath, you don't have time to process the situation you're in.

Your eyes widen, almost the size of saucers. The wooden hilt of the sword is still in your mouth, the weight of it making your head tilt slightly to the side. You're like a deer in headlights under a familiar, steely gaze and find yourself unable to move, briefly wondering if this was actually happening.

"The hell are you doing?" He snaps, standing before you with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

His words pull you out of your daze and your teeth inadvertently clench on the hilt of the sword, causing your jaw to cramp. The sharp, throbbing sensation makes you let out a muffled cry of pain, the embarrassment of the situation seemingly forgotten.

Zoro's protective instincts take hold the moment he registers your discomfort. He kneels before you, his hands quickly coming up to either side of your jaw where he applies a nice pressure at the joint, just below your ear. He's all too familiar with the ache you're currently experiencing, though he hasn't felt it in quite a while.

His fingers continue to alleviate the pain, tracing small circles, and he scoffs. "This is why you don't just go and do random shit like this." He scolds, though his tone lacks its usual bite.

After your muscles finally ease, you remove the sword from your mouth and let out a sigh. Your cheeks are warm- you're sure he can feel the heat radiating from them as he lets his hands linger on the soft flesh. With a sigh, he finally pulls away and shifts from his kneeling position, sitting cross-legged in front of you.

He gives you an accusatory look, expecting you to start explaining just what in the hell you were doing. Its obvious, but he wants to hear it from you, and you know he won't drop it.

"I just wanted to try it." You murmur, stubbornly looking away from his piercing gaze.

"Try what?" He huffs, his fingers lightly tapping on the hilt of one of his swords. His tone contains a mixture of both smugness and annoyance. "Speak up."

A series of embarrassed grumbles spill past your lips, your voice more clear and firm. "I wanted to try the Three Sword Style."

You focus your attention on the floor. The silence would be deafening if it weren't for the soft crashes of waves and the buzz of the town off in the distance.

A sigh of resignation from Zoro's mouth cuts through all of that, his words making you look up at him in surprise.

"One lesson." He says, crossing his arms. If he's at all flustered by the situation, he does a good job of hiding it behind a stern expression. "Only so you don't break your jaw next time you decide to sneak off and play with wooden swords."

The two of you have been at it for a solid thirty minutes. Even though he hasn't gone over an insane amount of material, he makes you repeat each motion until he's deemed it adequate. For better or for worse, he trains you as he trains himself.

"You're biting too close to the hand guard." He notes, his eyes narrowing as he observes your form. "It'll make it harder to balance, even if it seems like it's more stable."

Your 'okay' is muffled, murmured through the wooden hilt in your mouth. Taking the sword out from between your teeth, you take a moment to swallow before placing it back in your mouth and correcting yourself. You hadn't realized how exhausting this style was...

You'd lost count of how many times your tongue swiped past your dry lips, how many times you'd swallow the saliva that had pooled in your mouth after holding the blade for too long... But, you wanted to learn and there was no backing out now.

His gaze, though initially intense, is something you'd grown accustomed to.

A thoughtful hum, low and rumbling, is heard from him as he observes you once more. Leaning forward from his seated position, he makes sure to get a view of all angles, the slight creasing of his forehead letting you know that there was something he wasn't liking.

"You're not applying the right pressure." He determines, leaning back and crossing his arms.

The look you give him is equal parts apologetic and exasperated. When you speak, it's a jumbled mess that he can't quite comprehend.

A vein ticks on his forehead in mild irritation, though he is partially amused. "Take it out of your mouth, stupid."

Your grumbled response is just as muffled and you use all of your willpower to not huff at him. As soon as the hilt is out of your mouth, you get in a nice breath of air before addressing his comment. "What's wrong with my pressure?"

He uncrosses his arms, one hand falling to his lap while the other absentmindedly runs over his chin. "Well when you're actually attacking, you wanna have as much pressure applied as you can. Right now, if you're just holding it, you don't need all...that."

When he nods his head towards your wooden training sword, you're almost mortified to see the extent of the bite marks left on the hilt. Your face is hot as you bring it closer and examine it, seeing his point.

"Okay, okay, I guess I'm going too hard." You admit, glancing at the hilt before meeting his gaze once more. "How do I know what the right pressure is?"

He takes a moment to ponder your question, his usual gruff demeanor fading as he recalls how he dealt with that same issue all those years ago. It was mostly trial and error, since the style was one of his own design, but he didn't want you to go through all of that. However, he couldn't exactly show you either, since you wouldn't be able to discern the amount of pressure he was using just from a glance.

An idea pops into his head. It's simple and straightforward enough, he thinks. Practical.

He extends his right hand towards you, almost like he's going to give you a handshake, until he lifts it so that it settles right in front of your face.

"Here." His expression and tone are much too nonchalant. "Bite my thumb. I can tell what pressure is good."

You want to laugh at first, tell him that he's a jokester under all that seriousness, but the way he's looking at you, the way he genuinely wants to help you master the technique, leaves you momentarily stunned.

It's clear that he means business, his brows furrowing slightly when you stare at him with dumbfounded eyes. "Well?" He huffs, slightly impatient.

"I- okay." You relent, a whirlwind of thoughts in your head as you lean forward and comply with his instructions.

Your teeth bite gently on the flesh of his thumb and he adjusts his hand to grant you easier access, the rest of his fingers curling just under your chin to help hold your head upright. Swallowing, you increase the pressure and, though you're fairly positive that it feels like nothing to him, you're hesitant to bite down with more force.

He seems to sense your reluctance and lets out a small growl, before instructing you again. "Harder."

It's all a bit too much for you, but you comply, unable to tear your gaze from his as your teeth bite into his skin. You wonder if he can feel the warmth radiating from you, growing in intensity with every increase in force you apply.

His eyes hold a mixture of emotions and its only due the mere fact that you're so close to him that you can discern them. There's an immense focus, an unrelenting determination and something ever so soft that you've never seen before. You only catch a brief glimpse of it before it disappears, replaced by a glint of approval and a hint of pride.

"There." He nods his head. "That's the pressure I want."

When you open your mouth and release his appendage from between your teeth, he takes a moment to glance over the bite marks you left behind. He grunts in satisfaction, turning his attention to you once more and handing you another wooden training sword for you to practice with.

Its almost half an hour later when you finally call it quits, the muscles in your jaw unable to keep up.

His hands are on you again, rubbing those same small circles into your flesh in a bid to sooth the aches that came with such training. A part of him is impressed that you held out for so long, though he knew you were stubborn like him, unwilling to back down even though your soul just about left your body when he caught you.

He's... flattered that you admire him enough to want to practice his style, though he wouldn't openly say so.

You look up at him, reveling in the warmth of his hands and the healing that they bring to your sore jaw. "Thank you." You murmur, your tone soft and sincere.

He can't bear to look you in the eyes, instead diverting his attention to a corner of the room. A warmth blooms in his chest and he sighs at the unfamiliar sensation, brows furrowing as his own bullheadedness makes him refuse to acknowledge it's implications.

His eyes manage to find their way back to yours, reflecting both wariness and an undeniable curiosity. He did say only one lesson, but...

"We can practice some more tomorrow."

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yorumiraki · 2 years

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Hi! Can I please have some fluffy head canons with Zoro? Like if he has a clingy SO and he usually grumbles and complains about it so they just start being less clingy and he realizes that he misses it 😆 GN or afab is fine, whatever works :3 thank you!

personal space invaded !

reader: gender neutral/no pronouns used!

ft. zoro + more !

warnings: none ! thank you for requesting !

when ZORO realized that his personal space was being relentlessly invaded by you, he couldn’t help but feel pressured in some way. whether he was training in the gym, eating lunch, or about to take a nap, you were always there. he couldn’t find anytime for himself. when your relationship with zoro first began, he didn’t know what to expect.

eventually, he started to outwardly complaining.

“if you don’t need me, find something else to do.”

“ack—! why are you hugging me?!?” //////

“i’m trying to focus right now.”

it was getting tiring, honestly. having someone around him all the time was stressing him out. you came out of no where and showed so much affection, something he wasn’t used to. it was happening way too fast!

“oi, y/n, could you—?”

for once, when he called out your name, you were no where to be found. it was unusual, but he didn’t mind. it simply meant his personal space was back, even if for a brief moment. he was going to savor it as much as he could before you came back.

until it happened a third and a fourth time; he called your name and you still weren’t there. it had been a couple days, and he still sees you frequently, just not as much as in the beginning of your relationship.

zoro is not one to care about what someone thinks of him, but he started worrying if he’d done something wrong. he asked himself why, but couldn’t bring himself to ask you why you were spending less time with him.

he missed your presence and your laughter, your warmth when he was taking a nap, the brief moments you guys were alone together, and he missed your touch more than he realized.

maybe, maybe he wasn’t putting in enough effort, he thought to himself. showing his affection so boldly like that love crazed cook was not his cup of sake. but he had to do something, or this feeling in his gut that something is wrong won’t go away.

at the next island, he made his move.

“y/n, ‘m gonna take walk around the island. you should come with me… so i don’t get lost.”

if it meant spending time with you alone again, he would admit his bad sense of direction. he only hopes he doesn’t have to embarrass himself anymore just to have you next to him.

#zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #op x reader

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yorumiraki · 2 years

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portgas d. ace x fem! reader

poc friendly

spoilers on marineford arc !

One

“Damn.”

That was the first word he uttered to you. D a m n, four letters in total, but the word itself could be used in any context. When pertaining to this situation, he used this simple four letter word to explain the fluttering feeling that began to rumble beneath his abdomen. Clearly Portgas D. Ace wasn’t as much of a smooth talker as he made himself out to be, because once you processed the word that left his chapped lips, one of your perfectly plucked eyebrows rose, mimicking a state of confusion.

“Damn? Am I that unattractive?” You asked in a light tone, trying to make it evident that the circumstance was amusing to you if anything. Ace’s face erupted into a bright rouge, warmth crawling up the sides of his cheeks along with that same fluttering.

“No that wasn’t it I promise! Your face was just…” The words ran off from him once more, he was almost like a blubbering baby, one that was unable to piece words together and speak coherently. Mumbles and harsh curses were the only things understandable that escaped him.

“It was just…?” Both eyebrows were now raised delight, the appearance of the male was adorable if anything. It was a sight to see, the great Portgas D. Ace at a lost for words, a tale that you would continue to tell for as long as you drew breath.

Ace fumbled with the ends of his blackened shorts, the fabric slightly tickling the edges of his kneecaps. Nervousness was never something he felt around woman, he usually thrived around them, basking in the compliments and playful banter. But you were different, and that was something he couldn’t quite explain just yet, so instead he resorted back to that one four letter word.

“Damn.”

Two

Ace always placed two kisses upon your plump lips before departure. One that was short and sweet. It always left you chasing after him, your breaths mixing with his in beautiful harmony. The second was passionate. One that spoke to you in ways that words could not compare. It begged you to wait for him. It promised you that he would always return, with the same smile and chocolate colored freckles that dotted his tanned cheek bones.

It confessed over and over his undying love for you, something that he said often but you never really heard up until the moment your lips pushed against his. Blazing and heated, it was all you ever wanted or could ask for.

Afterwards he always gave you that same dazed look. Eyes glazed over, but the twinkle in his irises was never lost. Then, with one final brush of his thumb to your cheek, he was gone. Though he never actually left, the fire he lit within you was always a reminder.

Three

Three was the amount of chuckles he would produce before exploding into boisterous laughter. The amount of taps he would place onto whatever flat surface he was leaning on. You knew soon after to thrust your hands outwards because not even two seconds later his body would make contact with yours, shoulders trembling as giggles continued to tumble out of him.

His mop of wavy obsidian locks would tickle your thighs, causing you to emit snickers as well. In retaliation he would tilt his head back in glee, a sickly sweet smirk stretching his cheeks from each side.

“What’s so funny sweetness?” He questioned, knowing good and damn well that he was the source of your laughter. He just liked to hear it from your mouth. You giggled once more, brushing his soft crinkled tresses away from his forehead, staring carefully into those hazel irises.

“You dumbass.”

He gasped soon after, one of his wide palms lifting off of the wooded countertops, finding itself placed along his bare chest. His mouth widened in mock offense, eyebrows furrowing to imitate an insulted appearance.

“How rude of you! I’d never thought I would hear such vulgar words come out of my baby’s mouth!”

“Oh hush up Ace.”

Four

Before drifting off to sleep Ace would always leave the same number of finger taps along the back of your palm. Four in total. You never really noticed until he asked you if you’d known what they stood for. When you shook your head he simply smiled wide and twisted your hand.

One tap he said was a simple goodnight. Though he managed to say it each time before bed it was more like a reiteration for both him and yourself. The second was a promise. A promise that as each day passed, as each morning turned into blissful night, he would continue to breathe, to live for you. As he explained this his gaze stayed locked to your overturned hand, mouth quirked upwards into that content smirk of his.

The third was a reminder. A reminder that he was there, by your side, and nowhere else. A blessing he called it, blessed that he was able to wake up in the morning to the sight of your resting expression. It motivated him, pushed him. The last was an I love you. Though not one passionate and blinding, like he would display during his kisses. No, this one was gentle and muted, yet still as beautiful as it’s opposite.

As he continued on to explain each and every meaning, complex words flowing right along with simplicity, your beating heart picked up speed and that same flutter you experienced when you first met Ace appeared once more.

It was in that moment you knew, who your heart belonged to.

Five

You always knew the peaceful moments wouldn’t last. That there would be a day when your sunshine wouldn’t return. A day where the clouds would part and the very heavens themselves would wallow in agony. A day where you would no longer feel that burning warmth he always left behind with you, buried beneath each wandering stare and lingering kiss.

You remembered the amount of breaths he took. Four in short puffs, while the fifth was long and drawn out, as if he were trying to recall the taste of air itself. You remembered the realization in his eyes as they rolled permanently backwards into his skull, and the morbid understanding that he would never be able to take a sixth.

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yorumiraki · 3 years

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“wait what”

straw hats reaction to shipmate reader being an ex-cp9 agent after enies lobby

[luffy, usopp, zoro, nami, robin, franky, chopper, sanji]

luffy:

“oh… okay”

would not be too concerned about it it’s almost scary how calm he is about it but asks about what you have done before depending on whether or not it was severe

if he finds out you knew about robin but did nothing about it, he would be grateful. he knew he could trust you

he only ever cares about the present and the future so who you once were before doesn’t matter to him now, you’re a part of his crew now

the most nonchalant person about it

“i don’t care! you’re one of my nakama now!”

usopp:

“EEEEHHH!!?? w-w-wait are you gonna k-kill me??!”

would have the most dramatic reaction, begins to have doubts in trusting you, would likely stay away from you for a while

tries, “tries” to watch you for a while because he was now a bit suspicious of you, and sCARED but he’s not as good about hiding the fact he’s watching you

would relax once he realizes you are no threat to him or the crew, stays on edge until you do things that make him ease up like playing with him, luffy and chopper or doing regular chores or training with zoro, just always out in the open where it seemed like you weren’t being secretive

would instantly apologize

“i really thought you were planning to kill me… (points to self) but NOBODY would kill the great CAPTAIN USOPP!”

zoro:

“i’ve got my eyes on you”

would instantly be wary about you

always watching you even if you know he is, he doesn’t wanna let anything weird get past him after finding out about your past

he watches you even when he naps, he’s got that 6th sense or something

it would take a while to make him convinced that you won’t be any kind of threat to the crew

doesn’t want it to be a situation where he feels as though they are in danger or that he believes he can’t trust you so he’s thorough when he’s got his eyes on you

would ease up if you train with him but still has his guard up

would instantly trust you if you were to put yourself in harms way for another or save someone

“just because we’re truly nakama now, doesn’t mean i’m gonna share my booze with you”

robin:

“oh really?”

would be the one who understands the most

everyone has something to hide and she gets that so she makes sure to check up on you often to see if anything is wrong

she doesn’t think you’re a threat at first but that didn’t mean that she trusted you right away

maybe quality time with the others on the boat would make the way she sees you a bit better

over time she would trust you as much as she does everyone else, grows to like you

spending time with you make her feel like she doesn’t have to worry about

“ y/n-san, would you like some coffee?”

nami:

“w-what do you want?”

another who’s scared of you

didn’t wanna talk to you until she’s informed that you’re no threat

she’s still afraid of you and what you could be up to

that is until you convince her either 1. overtime or 2. money and jewelry

if it’s 1 she’ll be more very nice and apologetic before she treats you like she does everyone else

if it’s 2 then you have her trust instantly. doesn’t take much time if this is done

would like to spend time with you to get her away from the “idiots”

“ you’re okay, just do anything to annoy me and i’ll fine you 100,000 berries.”

chopper:

*hiding from you*

oh man he would be so scared of you

would do his little “peeking” thing where he’s literally out in the open while he’s “hiding” and trying to watch you

of course when you’re hurt he will treat you but he won’t change his mind for anything

unless it’s a compliment or you come to his defense in combat

would gradually grow to like you and be comfortable enough to play with you

would die if you gave him random head pats

he would apologize to you for not trusting you right away

“i’m a good doctor??? don’t think your flattery is getting you anywhere, you bastard 🥰 ~”

sanji:

“you better not mess with the women here.”

he would be more protective of robin and nami more than usual, more annoyingly so

wouldn’t want to do anything with you and would willingly argue with you like he does with zoro

that is until you give your compliments to his cooking, he’s very pleased, especially if you ask for more

since he’s watching the girls almost all the time he’s glad to see that you’re doing no harm to them, also that you don’t steal from the fridge

would definitely grow to give you the same treatment he does for them if you’re a woman, it didn’t take him long to serve robin when she joined

as long as you’re genuine and pose no threat he’s not bothered and welcomes you

“make sure you don’t waste that…. do you want seconds?”

franky:

“hmph.”

wouldn’t interact with you at first, considering he doesn’t like anyone who is or was involved with that organization

just general hello and goodbye but it’s not much until later when he starts to see you’re not doing anything sneaky

would be happy if you complimented his inventions or gave comments on his “suuuuper” personality

opens up more to you if you gave him cola without him asking

would straight up ask you if you’re up to anything and trusts your answer

was indifferent and didn’t care at first but would soon see you as no threat and part of the crew

“you’re rather suuuuuper, y/n-chan!”

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