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hiyaaaa c: for the selfship asks!! (I usually default to Shanks with you but i'd love to hear about literally any of your selfships, anyone you wanna talk about!)

mocha, moonlight, mango, vanilla (+ bonus if there's one on there you're specifically dyin to talk about!)

i will happily do shanks ty av 👉🏻👈🏻

mocha — what was your first kiss like?

its like two yrs after we meet n during that time we've been growing closer but im def still like. super anxious hes just gonna get bored of me and move on. like every time he leaves theres a part of me thats like yep this is it theyre not coming back. as time has gone on their visits have gotten longer + more frequent but then this Specific time they r stalled and it takes much much longer for them to return like they r gone for a good 3-4 months which is the longest its ever been. so when shanks Does show up at the top of my lighthouse where im working on the light i have this very intense mix of feelings (relief bc i was ofc worried, anger at him bc i felt abandoned, anger at myself for feeling abandoned when i shouldnt even care) but most of all i see him and its just so clear how eager he is to see me that i have Such a palpable reaction to seeing him in turn and it def terrifies me. hes gotten used to me just letting him in or even coming out to hang w him so when i tell him im not hes like. very kicked puppy LMFAOOOOO its also raining and windy and hes very like. mr darcy in the rain coded yk JSHBFJBHS but not abt to leave or force the door open obvi so instead he just stands there tapping at the window while i hover too..... eventually i do open it and he gets up close to say hes sorry he took so long and tell me he missed me so much.......... n now i feel So silly and upset w myself i fear JHSDFJHB just a mess but all those emotions come out in me impulsively lunging forward n kissing him through the window...... and its so wet rip and cold and so fast bc he does Not anticipate it hes left all dumbfounded. and in a panic i slam the window closed on him again LOL and thats when he like. bashes through the door like a maniac i fear just on complete accident neither of us realizes hes busted the latch until way later on but hes just very giddy and wants 2 hold me Right Then which i do allow him to do....... N E WAY THERE WE GO SDUFHBVHBH so long im sorry pfft

moonlight — what does a perfect friday night look like for the two of you?

bold to assume the red-haired pirates have weekdays JHBSDFJH but i will attempt to maintain the spirit of the question...... perfect night before a few "days off" wld start w me actually joining everyone for a few drinks which is admittedly a bit rare so it always puts shanks in a good mood. i always peel off a bit early and he probs follows quickly behind, n we spend the rest of the night lounging around our quarters w him reading whatever book im in the middle of over my shoulder/from my lap. we'll make out a lil too but thats a given

mango — do you and your lover like to dance?

DOES MR HOPELESS ROMANTIC LIKE TO DANCE yes ofc ofc 🫣 he will mostly drag me into v playful high energy dances while everyones partying (& honestly the other officers will too i think) but he does like to slow it down sometimes.... occasionally in a quiet lil corner of whatever bar we've taken over for the night but often just in our quarters 🥺 ive talked abt for the dancing and the dreaming but he'll tend to hum that on those occasions 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

vanilla — what do they keep on their nightstand? what do you keep on yours?

i feel like we share a nightstand somehow idk just vibes so its always got. a bunch of books (i rlly do read a LOT on the red force ik im always talking abt it but like. once i join up i suddenly have access to all kinds of banned books that i read like crazy so) honestly one or two half-empty bottles of booze which i am always trying to toss out but another will magically appear..... a pistol JKHBSDJHFB a mini den-den, a good bundle of various letters and documents, a pair of seastone cuffs

send in some selfship questions!

i'm thinking about that one tweet that was like 'my partner showed me a pic of what i looked like from their vantage point when we were arguing' for you and shanks and it's sending me

PLSSSSS im getting up on barrels constantly on this fucking ship. He’s one of the shorter crewmates too like they need to DIEEEEEEE

It takes you forever to realize but every time you try to talk to shanks you interrupt him in the middle of trying to kiss you. It takes you even longer to realize that any time anyone does anything when you’re at his side they’re interrupting him when he’s trying to kiss you

tell me this isn’t shanks coded

wishing you the happiest of birthdays, pluvi!! <3

BITTI???? HOLY FUCK

what the hell 🫠 im going INSANEEEEEEEE WTF HIS THIGHS??? THE HAIR??? his bulge WOWOWOW im gonna bite those stoopid fingers off grrr THANK YOU SO MUCH AHHHHHHHHH

Just fucking look at him!

pluvi! what are your thoughts on shanks and phantom pain?

Ough it’s complicated LMFAOOOOO bc like realistically he wld probably have pretty bad phantom pain—he lost his whole left arm, which was his dominant one, and it was a traumatic amputation, plus he’s implied to have alcoholism issues which itself would imply a history of depression and all of those things mean he’d almost certainly have phantom pain and it’d probably be pretty severe…….

ALL THAT SAID he’s also a fictional character and from a NARRATIVE standpoint I v much like the idea of him not noticing the missing arm all that much LOL

Still I def think it’s there. Apparently phantom pain tends to get better over time so I’m gonna say it was worse in the first few years but now that it’s twelve yrs out it’s gotten much better 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ and I think phantom sensation is a bit more common for him than pain specifically, if only bc I think he generally has a fairly high pain tolerance so. Idk I feel like a couple times a yr it happens but he hides it Very well

And it’s technically a different thing but I also think residual pain at the sever point & shoulder is more common too!!! Bc it was a traumatic amputation there’s no way those nerves were cut properly even with Hongo tending to it, and I think Shanks does get pretty bad flare-ups, specifically during extreme conditions like hot/cold islands or bad storms. Not nearly enough to ground him tho, his officers can tell when it’s a bad day but anyone else wouldn’t be able to. Again I think his pain tolerance is Very high pfft

ANYWAY TY PROWL this was fun to think about 🥰

just remembered shanks is the only yonko with no devil fruit. please discuss.

Not only that but none of his officers do, and the narrative basically outright says that in terms of sheer strength the RHP executives r the strongest & most well-rounded of the og emperor crews. Which is natural bc their whole schtick is that they take weaker crews & islands under their flag so they have to be strong enough to protect them on their own 🫣 it’s wildly sexy I wld never lie. I’m chomping at the bit to see them in action for real…..

"was wondering where you slipped off to."

a month ago, you think, the sound of a man's voice in your kitchen well past midnight would have given you a heart attack. instead, much to your chagrin, shanks' low rasp—heavy with sleep—only has warmth curling in your chest. you purse your lips.

"’s my home. where would i go?"

shanks presses up against your back. only half an hour ago he’d done the same, tucked beneath the covers of your bed and curled around you so tightly it’d been a challenge to pry yourself free and slip away. you’d thrown on his shirt—plucked it from a corner of your room, a puddle of sea-softened cotton, not bothering to button it any further than you’d found it. he pinches at the sleeve and tugs it down, dragging the fabric down over your arm until it settles, buttoned opening only just covering the swell of your breast.

he’s gentle, touch slight as he brushes the knuckle of his index finger up your bicep. his lips are equally soft when he kisses at your shoulder. his hand finds your stomach, pressing into you, pressing you back into him, then sliding over and settling at the crook of your waist.

that mouth trails over your newly bared skin, up the slope of your collar to unabashedly bury his face into your neck and inhale, deep and slow.

"mm." the noise he lets out is something between a grunt and a sigh, low and rumbling against you. "dunno. you always find somewhere to hide away. what're you making? better be good, for my troubles."

"cookies," you say absent-mindedly, eyes trained on the orange glow of the stovetop light before you where two large brown cookies, still on their baking sheet, are cooling. then you blink. "your troubles?"

"woke up to an empty bed," he bemoans, "had to come down so many flights—"

"three. you think i don't know how tall my lighthouse is?"

"so energetic in the middle of the night. where do you even find the energy?"

you tut, reaching up with your hand to lace your fingers in his hair. almost immediately he turns his face into your palm, pressing a kiss there and rushing to leave more on the pads of your fingers, nuzzling his nose against the soft skin of your inner wrist.

"same place you find the energy to complain, i suppose." your thumb twitches as he nips at the base. "i could kick you out, you know."

"how cruel." his hold around you tightens. "you know my back hurts when i sleep on your stoop."

your head snaps to the side, determined to hide the way your face burns at that straightforward confession. luckily shanks seems preoccupied continuing to kiss at that hand, and a second later the oven timer beeps, drawing the attention of both of you.

"looks good," he says, loosening his grip just enough to let you reach out for one of the cookies, now cool enough to pry from the baking sheet.

"does roux ever bake?"

shanks lets out a bark of laughter. "roux's more of a hearty stew kinda guy."

"ah. 'course." your words are mumbled, spoken through the gooey mass of molten chocolate you've just bitten into. still warm, the cookie begins to fall apart almost immediately, collapsing between your fingers—shanks leans in to catch the greater part of the mess with his tongue, laving it over your palm and then up the length of your fingers for any remaining trace of chocolate, careful to press the roughness of his scruffy cheek along your shoulder with each movement. it draws gooseflesh there, sends a shiver down your spine that pools warmly at the base of your stomach.

"i made two for a reason, you know." in the dark quiet of your kitchen at this hour, you keep your voice low, barely more than a whisper.

"mm." his hum is more chipper this time, muffled around your finger as he slowly draws back. "we can split that one too if you'd like."

but his arm tightens around you once more, and he drags his nose along the length of your neck, lips brushing over the skin. when he reaches the base he pauses, pressing a kiss there—then another to the side, and another, lingering and meticulous as he crosses your nape.

"or," he starts, as if breathing a secret, "we could go back to bed."

"sounds like you've made up your mind."

"come back to bed with me. you need rest."

your lips twitch, all too aware that his plans hardly involve rest—yet still you nod. "fine."

and as soon as the word falls from your lips he has you slung over his shoulder, already on his way towards the stairwell. you catch one final glance at the lonely leftover cookie; in the morning it'll be hard, cold, and far too much to eat alone, but shanks has the right idea, you suppose.

you'd much rather spend the rest of the night tangled in the sheets with him.

bleeh 😋

and art of zoro from video

I just know you were quaking at this moment 🌚

BYEEEE I DEF WAS LMFAO ! god he just looks too good it’s UNFAIR ! oh man … punk hazard. did you know i broke up with zoro for three days during this arc BAHAHAHA i think this snippet was from pre-break up but yeah </3 the calm before the storm !!!!!!

hiiii! I really love your account and I'm so glad you're still taking requests, I was thinking of like Law, zoro and ace having a nightmare of reader getting married to another guy and how would they feel after waking up in the morning seeing reader next to them sleeping <3 take your time and I hope you have a great day or night!

DESCRIPTION: They have a nightmare that you marry someone else

WARNINGS: little bit of brief angst/insecurity but it's kept light for the most part

CHARACTERS: Law, Zoro, | Ace, Shanks, Mihawk, Kid, Katakuri | Luffy, Usopp

WORDS: 1,156

A/N: I absolutely loved this request and I hope you like what I came up with for it. Sadly I could only think of scenarios for just Law and Zoro.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

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LAW 

Law finds himself having this dream often, of finally marrying you. Every blissful, happy detail is unchanging and one he never tires of seeing. After years of torturous, painful nightmares plagued by his past trauma to dream of a future he wishes to make a reality is a welcome one. Tonight however his subconscious felt something was off. It wasn’t his usual dream he was so accustomed to. Normally at the beginning of the dream he’d be standing at the front of the aisle, watching your beautiful form coming into view and approach him with an excited, loving smile gracing your face. 

This time however he was standing at the back of the room. He heard your laugh and he turned, his eyes widening in shock to see you already in place and holding hands with who you were marrying, Eustass Kid. Suddenly all sound fell away and he felt like as much as he tried to run towards you, he stayed firmly in place and forced to watch your lips shape the wedding vows. Over and over he tried to activate his powers, to shambles you away and out of the touch of his rival but even that failed him. His distress grow as he watch you and Kid lean in, lips parting to seal the wedding with a kiss. 

With a shout, Law lurched forward, breathing heavily and mind swimming with the disturbing images still fresh in his mind as he woke and took his time in getting his bearings. With slow breaths, he pushed the heel of his hand against his already tightly shut eyes, desperate to force the images away. Beside him he felt a movement and with a sigh he looked to see you waking. Blearily you forced your eyes open enough to see Law was sitting up in the bed. Still half asleep, you couldn’t find the energy to pull yourself up so you reached out, taking his hand into yours and tugged him to lie down with you. 

Relief flooded Law as the realisation that it really was a nightmare and you’d always reach out for him was the reality. Eagerly he lay down against, you settling his head on your chest, a satisfied smile curling his lips when you threaded your fingers into his hair, making sleepy movements against his scalp to comfort him. “Bad dream again?” You asked, voice thick with sleep but you refused to let yourself fall back over until you were sure he was okay. 

“Different one, but still bad.” Law admitted, curling his arms around your body to hold you close. “Dreamt you married Kid of all people.” There was a moment of silence and your fingers stilled in his hair making him think you’d fallen asleep. Finally you let out a sigh and tapped his head, making him turn his head just enough to look at your disapproving stare breaking through the tiredness.

“Law I have better taste than that.” You scowled before resuming your comforting motions in his hair. “Now go back to sleep and dream it right this time.” Law let out a sleepy chuckle and did as he was told. Although now he as he began to drift to sleep, he began to put a plan in motion to give you the real wedding you deserved.

ZORO

This couldn’t be happening. This was his worst thing he’d ever have to witness in his life. No matter how many times he shook his head and rubbed his eyes, the sight was the same. He was standing amongst the rest of the crew who were cheering happily as they all watched you exchange rings and a sealing kiss with Sanji. The horror of what he had to witness didn’t end there. He was rooted in place having to watch your first dance with him, lovingly pressed up against him as you both swayed together, staring at each other with an expression he once got to share with you. 

The image melted away to the familiarity of the dining room and he watched you lean up to kiss Sanji as he placed an extravagant meal in front of you, your hand cupping his face in sickening adoration, the gleaming band of gold on your finger all but blinding him from the repulsive display. His mind was racing as he tried to think how this happened. Weren’t you two happy? Hadn’t you both sworn that you’d always love one another? Didn’t you love him anymore? When did he lose you? What had he done that made you pick the stupid cook? Had he died and gone to Hell? That must have been it. 

“Zoro!” He jolted awake to see you standing by his bed, hand on his chest as you shook him awake. Concern etched your face. You’d just finished your watch and came back to your shared room to see Zoro tossing and turning in his sleep, clearly trapped in a nightmare he couldn’t wake from. Slowly Zoro sat up in the bed as his good eye sharpened. When he realised it was you and thinking on what he’d just seen, he acted instantly. His hand took yours desperately and he lifted it, inspecting your fingers with as much attention as he would when he cared for his swords. “No ring.” He finally said with a relieved sigh, pulling you onto the bed to settle against him. 

Keeping your hand in his grip, he used the other to hold you close against him. You blinked in confusion and sat up to tilt your head at him with a growing frown. While you never wanted to force your relationship with Zoro to go to the next step, you would have been lying to say you hadn’t hoped that a proposal would some day come up. Worry began to gnaw at you. Were you more invested in this than he was? “You’re…relieved I don’t have a ring on my finger? The thought of marrying me is so bad to make you toss and turn in a nightmare?”

“What? No! I’d love that.” Zoro protested, cursing himself for his clumsy words. “It’s only a nightmare when you’re married to that shithead cook!” 

“Oh…” Your eyes widened and you bit your lip, fighting a smile to hide your excitement that Zoro wanted to marry you. Quickly to ease the tension of a very real conversation that you both were probably too tired to have you decided to clear your throat and joke with him. “So how nice was the ring?” You let out a squeal when Zoro suddenly tossed you onto the bed beside him and rolled onto his side with a long yawn breaking from his lips. You pouted playfully to see his eyes were closed again, already falling asleep with his freakish talent. 

“It looked like shit, the one I give you will be one hundred times better. Now get to sleep.”

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YOU KISS THEM FOR THE FIRST TIME 💋

summary : you have been taking it slow for some time now, how would they react when you kiss them for the first time?

ft' : Roronoa Zoro , Monkey D Luffy , Vinsmoke Sanji

op masterlist : 𐙚🧸ྀི || ⋆·˚ ༘ ASKS ARE OPEN

ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ ⭑ Luffy

You found Luffy perched on the figurehead, legs swinging lazily as he munched on a piece of meat sanji gave him. He grinned as he sees you approaching, patting the spot next to him.

“Hey! Come look at this! The sunset looks like a giant piece of roast meat!”

You chuckled at him, sitting beside him as your eyes followed where he was pointing at . His simplicity and joy was infectious, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Luffy froze, mid-chew, his wide eyes locking onto yours. He touched his cheek, as if confirming it happened, then turned back to you with a grin so big you were sure it rivaled the sun.

“Whoa! That felt awesome!” he exclaimed, loudly laughing. “do it again!” "do it again!"

You laughed at his reaction, your heart always feels lighter when youre with him

ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ ⭑ Zoro

Zoro was at his usual spot in the crow’s nest, polishing his swords . You climbed up, surprising him with your presence.

“What do you want?” he asked, his tone gruff but not unkind.

You shrugged being used to his tone, pretending not to care as you sat beside him. “what is checking on you illegal now? besides i thought id keep u company , you’re always up here alone anyways.”

He didn’t respond, but you could tell he didnt mind the company. After a while, you leaned closer, planting a quick kiss on his lips.

His reaction was immediate , his eyes widened, and the sword he was holding clattered to the floor. he froze in place while his facs slowly turned into a flushed shade of pink. He turned his head as he muttered, “What the hell was that for?”

You smirked, “Just felt like it.”

Zoro grumbled something under his breath. you didnt hear what he said , but you swore you heard him say he wanted more.

ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ ⭑ Sanji

Sanji was in the kitchen, humming a tune as he was preparing dinner. The smell of his cooking filled the air, and you couldn’t resist stepping in to see what he was working on.

“Ah, my love! Come to taste-test my masterpiece?” he asked, turning to you with a soft smile that was reserved just for you

You smiled back,walking closer to him, but instead of answering, you kissed him gently on the lips.

Sanji froze, his cigarette dropping from his lips as his face turned as red as the tomatoes he’d been slicing. He stumbled back, clutching his chest as dramatically as possible

“(Y/N)-cwhaaan! That was-oh, my heart i cant take it! My life is complete!” he cried, falling to the floor in a dramatic act, shutting his closed eyes in blissful victory

You couldn’t help but laugh at him, shaking your head at his over-the-top reaction. But again that was sanji for you. you knew he’d treasure the moment forever.

Showing here my feelings towards him *pets his bald head*

thinking about tipsy zoro and how clingy he gets . . T^T

Idk just those heated, passionate kisses right after sex that get calmer and softer the longer time passes as you two come down from your shared high together???

Artist: kystktstura

Remembered my password just to post Him

Lean, beautiful pre time-skip Roronoa my beloved, my husband, I would die for him

(Actually I would do the same for post time-skip Zoro too)

Unintentional couple behaviour

you two acts like a loving couple all the time, so what happens when someone points it out?

characters: luffy, kidd, katakuri, shanks and mihawk

(zoro, sanji, law, ace and sabo)

a/n: since a loooot asked for more, here I am eheh

words count: around 0.4k - 1.1k each

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── .✦ Monkey D. Luffy:

You don’t know when it started.

Maybe it was the way Luffy always stole food from your plate, but make sure to never let anyone else touch it.

Maybe it was how he always grabbed your hand first whenever the crew split up.

Maybe it was how he insisted on napping with you, his head always finding your lap, his arms always looping around you like a makeshift pillow.

Whatever it was, it had been going on for way too long. And the worst part is that you never questioned it.

Until now.

It starts with Sanji.

You’re sitting at the dinner table, picking at your food, when Sanji suddenly snorts “You two should just date already.”

You blink “…What?”

Sanji gestures between you and Luffy “You’re basically a couple anyway.”

You choke on your drink.

Luffy just tilts his head, mid-bite “Huh?”

Sanji raises an eyebrow “Seriously? You guys act like a couple all the time.”

You open your mouth to argue, to deny everything, but then Nami nods “He’s right, you know.”

Usopp grins “Yeah, I mean, have you even seen yourselves?”

Franky chuckles “Super obvious, bro.”

You stare. And then Zoro, of all people, grunts “They’re not wrong.”

Your brain short-circuits. Luffy just blinks at all of them, then turns to you “Wait… are we a couple?”

Your face burns “No!”

The crew groans.

“Oh, come on.”

“You’re in denial.”

“This is painful to watch.”

You glare “We’re just friends!”

Luffy nods “Yeah! Just friends!”

The crew stares. Then Brook smiles “Oh? Then you wouldn’t mind if I asked y/n out on a date?”

Silence.

Then Luffy’s fork snaps in half and the table goes dead quiet.

Luffy grins at Brook, but it’s not his usual happy-go-lucky grin. It’s the grin he wears before picking a fight.

“Yohoho,” Brook laughs nervously “Just kidding.”

Luffy hums, still smiling “Good.”

Your stomach flips because holy shit. That was jealousy. Luffy was jealous... Over you.

The realization haunts you for the rest of the night. Because if Luffy was jealous then what did that mean?

Did he actually—?

No.

No, this is Luffy. He’s just protective. That’s just who he is.

…Right?

You barely sleep, and the next morning you wake up to Luffy in your bed.

Sprawled across your mattress. Arms locked around your waist. Face buried in your shoulder.

Like it’s completely normal.

Like he always does this.

Your heart pounds.

Because—wait!

He does always do this. Every night. Every time you’re on the Sunny, he sneaks into your bed without even asking. And you never questioned it.

Because it was just Luffy.

But now everything feels different.

You slowly try to move, but his grip tightens.

“Mm… don’t go” he mumbles sleepily, lips brushing against your skin.

And that’s it. You lose it.

“LUFFY, WHAT ARE WE?!”

Luffy jerks awake “Huh—?”

“What are we?!” you repeat, flustered as hell.

Luffy rubs his eyes, confused “We’re us.”

You groan “That’s not an answer!”

He tilts his head “What do you mean?”

You gesture wildly “This! Us! The sleeping together! The hand-holding! The food-sharing!”

Luffy suddenly grins “Oh.”

Your heart stops “What do you mean, oh?”

Luffy laughs. And then, without hesitation, he leans in and kisses you.

Soft. Certain.

Like he’s been waiting to do it forever.

You freeze. Your brain short-circuits.

He pulls back, grinning “So? Are we a couple now?”

You gape “…WHAT?!”

Luffy just laughs “Well, we’ve basically been dating this whole time, right?”

Your eye twitches “AND YOU KNEW?!”

Luffy shrugs “I just thought you knew too.”

You sputter, because what the hell. What the actual hell. Luffy just decided you were dating. And you never even noticed.

You flop back onto the bed.

Luffy just grins, tugging you closer “You’re thinking too much” he mumbles, nuzzling against you.

Your heart races.

Your face is burning.

But… maybe the crew was right. Maybe you and Luffy were always meant to be.

Even if you were the last person to realize it.

── .✦ Eustass Kidd:

You’ve always known Kid was the stubborn type. He was gruff, intense, and always had that tough guy act. But lately, you’ve noticed something strange. The more you were around him, the more he didn’t seem to mind you being there. In fact, he almost seemed to expect it.

It starts with those small things, things he doesn’t think twice about. Like when you’re both sitting on the deck, and a gust of wind hits just as you’re about to stand. Before you can catch your balance, Kid’s hand shoots out, steadying you. He doesn’t say anything, but his grip lingers just long enough for you to notice.

“Watch it” he mutters, his usual gruff tone, but there’s something softer behind his eyes. You smile but say nothing. Killer, standing nearby, simply raises an eyebrow before looking away, smirking under his mask.

A few days later, when the crew is at port, you notice Kid keeping an eye on you more than usual. Every time someone gets too close or even bumps into you, his sharp gaze zeroes in, and he doesn’t hesitate to step in between you and whoever’s too close. At one point, a shady pirate from a different crew tries to flirt with you. Before you can even respond, Kid steps forward, pushing the pirate away with a low growl.

“Get lost.”

You blink, surprised at his intensity, but he doesn’t look at you, just at the pirate who’s now backing off.

“Kid, I can handle myself” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Doesn’t mean you should have to” he grumbles under his breath, clearly annoyed by something. He turns away before you can say anything else, muttering about how annoying it is to babysit you. But you know it’s not just that.

The crew knows it too.

Heat lets out a low whistle as he passes by “Damn, Captain, didn’t know you were the protective boyfriend type.”

Kid turns on him with a glare “Shut the hell up.”

Heat just laughs, walking away. You shake your head, but the warmth in your chest lingers.

Then, it all comes to a head one evening. The crew’s just finished a round of celebrations, the ship rocking gently in the quiet of the night. You’re leaning against the rail, enjoying the peace when you feel him behind you.

“Can’t sleep?” Kid asks, his voice low as usual.

You turn around, finding him standing there, arms crossed, the moonlight casting a soft glow over his scowling face.

“I could ask you the same thing” you reply.

There’s a quiet moment as you both stand there, not speaking. His eyes never leave yours, and the tension between you both seems to grow with every passing second.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching. Instinctively, you move closer to Kid. You don’t even think about it, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his hand shifts from where it was casually resting at his side to just hovering near your waist.

The ship creaks, the quiet atmosphere making you both more aware of each other’s presence. He doesn’t speak. Neither do you. His fingers are so close, just barely grazing your side as if to assure himself you’re right there.

The closeness feels… different. Intimate.

You glance up at him “Kid?” you ask softly, your heart beating a little faster.

He doesn’t answer immediately, instead, his eyes flicker over your face, and you can see the internal struggle within him. It’s a battle, and for a second, you think he might just ignore it, keep up the stubborn front.

But then, his hand finally rests against your side. His touch isn’t harsh, but gentle. You don’t pull away.

“I don’t know why I keep doing this shit” he admits, his voice low but clear “But when it comes to you… I don’t want to risk something happening.”

You blink, surprised “Risk what?”

His gaze softens, and the gruffness in his tone fades away. He looks straight at you, the usual deflective annoyance replaced with something more vulnerable.

“I don’t want anyone else near you. Not after I saw that idiot trying to hit on you.”

You smile, your heart fluttering in your chest “Kid, I’m not a damsel in distress.”

“I know,” he replies quickly, but there’s no hiding the quiet affection in his voice now “I just… I don’t want to lose you.”

His words hit you harder than you expected, and before you can even respond, something unspoken passes between you both. In a split second, his lips are near yours, and the kiss is soft, almost hesitant, like he’s still not sure if he’s allowed to show this side of himself.

But you kiss him back, your hand gently resting against his chest. The kiss lingers for a moment longer than either of you anticipated, but it feels like the world has paused, like this is the only thing that matters in that moment.

When you pull away, you both stand there in silence, but this time, it’s not awkward. It’s comfortable.

And then the moment is completely shattered by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You both snap your heads toward the entrance to the deck, where Killer and Wire are standing, watching with amused expressions.

“So,” Wire says, smirking, “you two finally gonna admit you’re basically married, or should we keep pretending this isn’t happening?”

Your face heats up immediately, but Kid just groans, rubbing a hand down his face.

“Go to hell” he grumbles.

Killer just shakes his head “Too late, Captain. Everyone’s been taking bets on when you’d figure it out.”

You gape “What?”

Wire grins “Yeah. Heat won. He said you’d kiss before the next port. Guess we owe him a round of drinks.”

Kid looks absolutely done. You, on the other hand, can’t help but laugh. Because honestly? It’s not surprising.

You look back up at Kid, who’s still scowling but isn’t pulling away from you. You squeeze his hand briefly before grinning.

“Guess we were the last ones to know, huh?”

He exhales sharply, shaking his head, but there’s no real annoyance in his expression anymore. Just acceptance. And maybe, just maybe, the start of something real.

── .✦ Red-Haired Shanks:

Being part of the Red Hair Pirates meant living in a constant mess of drinking, laughing, and reckless adventures.

And somehow you ended up being the most responsible one. Which was probably why everyone assumed you and Shanks were together.

The problem?

You weren’t.

But apparently, no one got the memo.

It starts with Yasopp.

You’re in the middle of patching up Shanks’ arm because, once again, he got into a bar fight for fun, when Yasopp smirks at you from across the deck.

“You know,” he says casually, “you’re basically married to him at this point.”

You nearly stab Shanks with the needle.

“What?!”

Shanks, meanwhile, just laughs.

And the worst part? He doesn’t even deny it.

“C’mon,” Yasopp continues, “you take care of him, clean up after him, yell at him when he’s reckless...”

“I yell at all of you.”

“Yeah, but you baby him.”

Shanks grins “It’s true. You do.”

You glare “I do not.”

Shanks just shrugs “If you say so.”

And that should be the end of it. But it’s not.

Because after that the whole crew starts treating you like... ugh.

“Oi, Y/N! Can you grab Shanks another drink?”

“Y/N, tell the captain to stop picking fights with Marines again.”

“Hey, Y/N, Shanks says he wants something spicy, maybe you could help... and it's not about food”

You want to scream.

But Shanks?

Shanks just goes along with it. Smiling. Laughing. Letting everyone assume you’re his.

And the worst part is that you let them, because deep down you don’t hate the idea.

And that’s dangerous.

Then one night, it all clicks.

You’re sitting at a bonfire, surrounded by the crew, listening to them sing and drink and bicker over who can hold their liquor best.

You’re not paying attention until you hear your name.

“So, Captain,” Lucky Roux says, “when’s the wedding?”

You choke on your drink. But before you can argue, Shanks just grins.

“Oh, give it time.”

The crew erupts into laughter.

You just stare at him.

Because... what????

Shanks turns to you, smiling like he didn’t just casually imply he plans on marrying you.

And something in his expression—

Something warm. Something knowing.

It hits you all at once.

The hand-holding. The lingering touches. The way he always pulls you onto his lap when there’s no room to sit.

The way he lets you fuss over him when he gets hurt, the way he only ever listens to you.

The way he looks at you like you’re something precious.

Your heart pounds.

And Shanks just grins against your lips.

“Took you long enough” he murmurs.

And when you pull back, breathless, flustered, you realize that maybe you’ve been his this whole time.

You blink, heart still racing as the weight of his words settles in. The laughter of the crew fades into background noise, the warmth of the bonfire casting flickering shadows over Shanks’ face. He’s watching you, waiting, like he already knows the answer, like he’s known it for years.

And maybe he has.

Maybe he’s been waiting for you to catch up.

Your throat is dry. You open your mouth, but no words come out, just a strangled sound of disbelief.

Shanks chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners “You alright there, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like he hasn’t just upended everything you thought you knew.

Your hands tighten in his shirt, and you can’t tell if it’s to ground yourself or to pull him closer “You...” you swallow, voice quieter now, meant just for him “You should’ve said something...”

He tilts his head, considering “I thought I did. Plenty of times.”

You scowl, smacking his chest lightly, which only makes him laugh “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Oh, I know.” His fingers brush your jaw, featherlight, reverent “I just like seeing you all flustered.”

You groan, but you don’t pull away. And well, that says everything, doesn’t it?

And Shanks knows it too, because his grin softens, something unreadable flickering in his gaze “So,” he murmurs, close enough that his breath tickles your lips, “now that you’ve finally figured it out, what do you plan to do about it?”

The challenge is there, teasing, but there’s something raw beneath it, something real.

You take a breath. Then, before you can overthink it, you grab the front of his coat and pull him in, kissing him again, firmer this time.

The crew erupts in cheers. Someone whistles. Someone else yells about winning a bet.

But all you can focus on is the way Shanks smiles against your lips, like he’s just won something far more important.

And maybe you have too.

── .✦ Charlotte Katakuri:

The first time someone calls you Katakuri’s spouse, you nearly drop your mochi donut.

“Excuse me, what?”

The Big Mom Pirates stare at you like you’re stupid.

“Well, yeah,” Oven says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world “You take care of him, he lets you into his tea time, you’re the only one who sees his face—”

Brûlée smirks “And you always defend him when people talk behind his back.”

Daifuku nods “Might as well be married already.”

You sputter “That doesn’t mean—! We’re not—! He’s just my commander!”

Oven raises an eyebrow “You ever see Katakuri treat anyone else the way he treats you?”

You freeze.

Because... okay.

That’s a good point.

Katakuri isn’t exactly warm with people. He’s respected, feared, distant. A perfectionist. The strongest Sweet Commander.

And yet, with you?

He lets you tease him. Lets you see him.

Lets you in.

Your stomach flips.

And you don’t know what to do with that.

You try to forget about it.

But after that you start noticing things.

The way Katakuri always saves you the best snacks at tea time.

The way he steps in front of you during battles without thinking.

The way he lets you touch him, his arm, his back, his face.

His unguarded moments are always with you.

And suddenly you can’t ignore it.

Neither can the crew.

It all comes to a head one evening.

You’re sitting with Katakuri in his usual spot, tea cooling beside him, the setting sun casting a warm glow over his sharp features. He’s eating, as usual, but his guard is down because you’re here.

And then the words slip out.

“…Katakuri.”

He glances at you, chewing “Hm?”

You hesitate. Then screw it.

“Are we… something?”

Katakuri pauses.

Slowly, he sets his cup down. Then he exhales, like he’s been waiting for this.

“You tell me,” he says, voice steady “Would it bother you if we were?”

Your heart pounds. Because no, it wouldn’t.

You swallow “No.”

Katakuri watches you for a long moment. Then, he smirks.

“Then I suppose we are.”

Your brain short-circuits.

“Wait—WHAT?!”

Katakuri chuckles, low and deep “Did you really think I’d let just anyone this close to me?”

You gasp, because hold on. Has he known this whole time?!

Your face burns “You could’ve said something sooner, you jerk!”

Katakuri just leans closer, his presence overwhelming.

“…Would you have been ready to hear it?”

You freeze, because damn it.

He’s right.

── .✦ Dracule Mihawk:

Living on Kuraigana Island with Mihawk isn’t easy, but somehow, you get used to it.

You get used to the silence. The way he watches you over the rim of his wine glass. The way he corrects your sword stance with the barest touch of his fingers.

You get used to the way he does things for you without asking, bringing you an extra plate at meals, fixing your sword when it’s damaged, moving his coat so you don’t sit on the cold stone steps.

It’s just how he is... Or so you think.

Until one day Perona stares at the two of you across the dining table and snorts.

“You guys act like a married couple.”

You choke on your drink. Mihawk just raises an eyebrow.

Perona grins “Oh, come on! You live together, train together, eat together—hell, you even drink out of each other’s cups sometimes!”

You freeze.

Because—wait. When did that start happening?!

You sneak a glance at Mihawk, expecting him to argue.

But instead, he just takes a sip of wine and says, “And?”

Your brain short-circuits.

Because what does he mean, ‘and’?!

Perona cackles “Oh, this is gold.”

Meanwhile, you’re too busy spiraling to notice the small, knowing smirk on Mihawk’s lips.

Because the truth is, he knew all along.

The next few days pass in a strange haze. Every time you’re near Mihawk, you’re hyper-aware of his actions. The way he hands you your sword when it’s too heavy for you to lift properly, the way he adjusts your stance when you’re practicing, even the way he leaves his wine glass half-filled so you can sip it without asking.

You can’t help but start noticing the little things. And it makes your stomach do these strange little flips you can’t quite explain.

You try to convince yourself that you’re just overthinking it. After all, you’ve spent so much time together, working side-by-side, that it’s only natural for him to be a bit… attentive. But you can’t help but feel that there’s more to it than that.

One evening, you’re training in the yard. Mihawk is watching from the porch, as usual, but today there’s something different in the air. Maybe it’s the cool breeze, or the strange feeling of him staring at you.

“Focus” he calls out when you fumble with your sword.

You grit your teeth and refocus, sweat already beading on your forehead. Your movements become sharper, more determined, but you can’t quite shake the feeling that something is… off.

When you finish the routine, Mihawk’s still leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. He doesn’t say anything at first, but you can feel his gaze. You give him a quick, sideways glance, noticing the faint hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Something wrong?” you ask, trying to sound casual.

His response comes as a slow, deliberate drawl “You still aren’t quite in sync with your sword. I’ve been waiting for you to catch up.”

You feel your face flush, but you push through it “Yeah? Well, I’m not some grandmaster swordsman like you, Mihawk.”

He steps closer, his presence almost overwhelming, but his gaze softens for a moment “You’re getting better. I’m simply making sure you don’t lose track of your progress.”

The softness in his voice catches you off-guard, and for a split second, you feel as if you’re standing on the edge of something, something new.

But you quickly push it aside, shaking it off as just another passing thought. You turn to grab your sword again, determined to change the subject.

“Thanks for the help,” you mutter, trying to keep your voice steady “But I think I need a break. My arms are sore.”

Mihawk doesn’t respond at first. Instead, he merely watches you for a moment before he speaks again, his tone unusually gentle.

“Are you sure you’re fine? You’ve been training for hours without rest.”

You give him a small, appreciative nod “I’ll be fine. You’re too used to looking out for me, Mihawk.”

He lets out a faint chuckle, but you notice that there’s a strange intensity in his gaze now “I suppose I am.”

Before you can react, you feel something slightly off, a flicker of tension between you two.

It’s subtle, but it’s there. And you feel it in the way he looks at you, the way he almost seems to be waiting for you to say something.

But, just like that, the moment passes. He steps back, motioning for you to take a rest.

“I’ll prepare dinner,” he says quietly, as if nothing had happened “I’m sure you’re hungry.”

You blink “You cook?”

“Of course,” he says with a slight, almost invisible smirk “It’s not difficult, and you’ve been working hard all day. You deserve a proper meal.”

You feel your heart race at his words, but you manage to keep it together “Alright, I’ll take you up on that.”

But as Mihawk turns to walk away, you pause.

For just a second, you wonder... has this always been a normal interaction between you two? Or has it grown into something more without you even realizing it?

The unease gnaws at you as you sit down on the steps, watching him disappear into the house.

You’re overthinking it. You’re just friends.

...Right?

Later that evening, you’re sitting across from Mihawk, your meal already finished. The conversation is easy, but there’s still that lingering, unspoken tension hanging in the air.

Finally, Mihawk breaks the silence, his voice low and casual “You’ve been avoiding the subject.”

Your brow furrows in confusion “What subject?”

“The subject of us.”

You choke on your drink, sputtering “What—us?!”

His expression remains unreadable, but there’s a faint glimmer in his eyes “You think I haven’t noticed? You’ve been acting strange around me lately. Ever since Perona made her comment.”

You freeze “I—uh—”

“Let’s stop pretending,” he continues “We’ve been behaving like a couple, whether we admit it or not.”

Your heart starts to race. You open your mouth to deny it, but the words get stuck. Instead, you just stare at him, trying to make sense of what he’s saying.

And that’s when Mihawk leans forward just slightly, his voice dropping lower “I don’t know what you’re feeling, but I do know that I don’t want you to leave.”

The bluntness of his words takes your breath away.

“I never planned to leave” you manage to say, the words barely leaving your lips.

Mihawk gives you a rare, genuine smile, one that’s so small and almost imperceptible that you’re not sure you saw it at all. But something in his eyes shifts.

“Good.”

And just like that, the tension finally breaks.

You’re not sure where this will go. But for now, you’re content to just be here with him, uncertain, but sure of one thing: neither of you are going anywhere.

Hi! Can I request telling the One Piece Dilfs to make you pregnant? :d

Asking the One Piece Dilfs to make you pregnant HCS

Characters: Doflamingo, Mihawk, Crocodile, Smoker, Shanks

A/N: OMG this week people are going crazy with requests for these amazing men. I hope you like it

Masterlist

Dracule Mihawk

He got really turned on.

He put his weight on you, his chest on your back and his thrusts starting to become painfully slower.

His hot breath now on your neck, bitting and kissing.

"So you want my seed? you want to bear my lineage," you nodded, suddently embarrased of your words, "i would like to do that with you, filling you up and seeing your round belly."

He continued with that filthy speech impulsed by his recently discovered breeding kink.

Every thrust being more powerful and intoxicating than the last one, until he came inside you, a lot.

He rolled over and put you onto his chest.

"I don't know how good i will be with children but since i had Zoro and Perona around here two years, i think i have a little experience. Prepare yourself, this night you will end up pregnant."

You were so flustered and turned on that you couldn't answer, but you know tomorrow you won't be able to walk.

Donquixote Doflamingo

The perfect excuse to be more rough with you.

He simply didn't really care about the thing of making you pregnant, he was just turned on about being able to cum inside you over and over.

That night was really exhausting for you.

"Ohh, my little slut wants to be a mother? then you should be able to take it, if you can't take my dick how would you take my child?"

When he finally stoped getting his multiple times with you, you passed out of exhaustion.

You didn't notice how he got up and went to the window with a bottle of alcochol.

"Stupid woman, how would you want my child... i can't deny anything to you, even that. It would be bad like me or good like Corazon." he spent the rest of the night thinking about every posible future for the child and for you two, "at least i can try to be funny and get them whatever they could think of... better leave the education to her."

Sr. Crocodile

"You have everything you want from me, my money my house, my love and know my child? you are a very vicious one, my woman."

His thrusts were deep and rythmical, with all the conversation he didn't stopped or changed his way with you.

"How would think of people if they saw you have my child? I am a criminal, a very wanted one, i am dangerous. How could someone like you think it's a good idea to have a family with me? How could you think i want you to have it with me?"

That last phrase was really cruel and you made him stop, flipping yourself and force him to look at you in the face, to see how angry you are.

"I am dating you, idiot, i love you stupid Crocodile... it is that strange that after a couple of years of dating i want a family?" you wanted to slap him but he stopped you with a strange face.

"It's not strange, in fact i thought about that too but think, i am a wanted man with a really dangerous environment, do you really want to expose yourself like that? and a child?"

"I am already exposed, there is no going back, just continue and take the next step. We know how to take care of ourselves, right?"

"Yes, youre right... and sorry for talking rude to you."

Smoker

It awaken something on him.

It was in the middle of the act and you say it in the heat of the moment but that froze him.

Suddently you are turn over and you are facing him again, his eyes full of insecurity and awkardness.

"Do you really want it?" you blinked a couple of times, all the hornyness going away, this is serious "I have a stable job, we've been together for a long time and well... maybe it's not so bad the idea of being parents."

Yo nodded with a sincere smile while stroking his cheek slightly.

"I would love to be a parent with you."

Then he started again with his thrusts, this time more tender and full of love.

Akagami Shanks

You were riding him and he put his hands on your thights, stopping you from moving.

"I don't oppose to the idea of filling you up until you can´t take it anymore but do you really think we are capable of raising a child on a pirate ship?" his face was halfway into laughing but you know he is being dead serious.

"I think yes, you were raised on a pirate ship and you ended up well."

He couldn't deny that, you were absolutely right.

"If we think of doing this, you won't get out of the ship while pregnant or you will be accompained everywhere and when you give birth you will take care of the child while i..."

You pinched his cheek frustated.

"This would be OUR child, i get it will i am pregnant but after that we take turns, i won't be in lock down like the child is a virus."

You didn't stopped pinching his cheek until he agreeded with you.

"I love you and we will take care of she."

"She? You already put a gender?"

"Then i will have my queen and a princess... if we have two? a prince and a princess?"

"Step by step."

I love zoro how I love my men, fictional 😂

Lost in a New Island

THIS IS MULTI X READER

Synopsis: When you get lost on an island, your favorite pirate starts to search for you.

Luffy

Luffy did not get why everyone was freaking out so much.

“[Your Name] is tough! They’ll be fine!” he had said, hands behind his head as the rest of the crew scrambled to search for you.

But even as he said it, something inside him nagged at him.

Sure, you were strong. But you were also alone. And that was not okay.

So, with his usual carefree attitude, Luffy shot his arm out and launched himself into the jungle, swinging from trees like a wild monkey. He laughed as he flew through the air, dodging birds and snapping twigs beneath him.

“[Your Name]!!” he called, his voice echoing through the thick canopy.

Nothing.

His grin faltered—just a little.

Then, finally, he spotted a familiar figure sitting on a fallen log, looking frustrated but unharmed.

“There you are!”

You looked up, eyes wide as he came crashing down in front of you.

“Luffy?!”

He landed with a bounce, dusting himself off like nothing happened. “Took me forever to find you!”

You scoffed. “Yeah, because you were probably messing around instead of actually looking!”

Luffy grinned, unfazed. “I found you, didn’t I?”

You sighed, standing up. “Come on, let’s just get back—”

Before you could take another step, he stretched his arm out, grabbing your wrist.

You blinked. “Luffy?”

His grip was firm. “You scared me, y’know.”

You blinked at his serious tone. “I—”

But then, just like that, the moment passed. His grin returned, wide and carefree.

“Let’s go! Race you back!”

And before you could protest, he grabbed you and launched the both of you into the trees, laughing all the way.

Zoro

Zoro’s thoughts were a mess.

He couldn’t believe this was happening.

Of course, the moment you got separated from the crew, he had promised to find you. No one else could, he figured, since everyone else had gone into full panic mode.

It wasn’t that he was worried, not exactly. He was just… annoyed.

You were strong. You could handle yourself. Still, it didn’t sit right with him that you were out there, alone in a place like this.

The dense jungle did not help his mood. He was used to finding his way in places like this, but this island was a mess—thick vines, strange plants, and the damn humidity messing with his clothes.

After what felt like an eternity of searching, he finally spotted you, sitting by a small creek, looking up at the sky.

“There you are,” Zoro muttered under his breath.

You blinked at him in surprise. “Zoro?”

He crossed his arms, relieved but unwilling to show it. “I told you I’d find you.”

“You could’ve been looking harder,” you teased, standing up.

He gave you a flat look. “I’m not the one who wandered off. Next time, stick close.”

You smirked, eyes scanning the jungle around you. “You’re lucky I’m not really lost. Still, thanks for coming after me.”

He turned his back to you. “Let’s get back to the ship before the others burn everything down.”

You followed after him, silently grateful that despite Zoro’s gruff exterior, his actions spoke louder than words.

Sanji

Sanji’s heart was racing as he searched the island for you.

He had already cooked two meals for the crew in hopes that you’d come back hungry, but none of that mattered now.

You were missing. Alone.

It was unacceptable.

The second he realized you weren’t on the ship anymore, he threw himself into action, pushing past his usual calm composure. You were his priority now.

His thoughts raced as he walked through the dense jungle. He imagined every horrible possibility—what if you were captured by some monster, or worse, hurt?

“[Your Name]!!” he called, voice straining with worry.

A rustle in the trees ahead made him freeze. His eyes widened when he saw you, sitting near a large rock.

“Thank the heavens…” He rushed toward you, kneeling in front of you. “I’ve been frantic! You’re alright?”

You blinked, slightly confused but also touched. “Sanji, I’m fine. Just got a little lost.”

“Lost?” He pulled you into a fierce hug, hands cupping your face as he inspected you closely. “I was so worried! Don’t ever wander off like that again!”

You chuckled, feeling warmth spread through your chest. “I didn’t mean to, I promise.”

His eyes softened, though the intensity of his emotions remained. “Then let me take care of you. I’ll make you the best meal you’ve ever had, my darling.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Sanji, we need to get back to the ship first.”

He looked at you, eyes softening. “I’ll carry you there if I must.”

You smiled, rolling your eyes. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

“And you love me,” he replied smoothly, pulling you into his arms.

Usopp

Usopp was terrified.

His heart was racing, and his legs were shaking with every step he took. He couldn’t believe it—you were out there somewhere, lost.

“Okay, okay, just calm down, Usopp,” he muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. “You can do this.”

But even as he said it, his thoughts wandered. He knew how capable you were, but there were so many unknowns in the jungle. Monsters, traps, dangers he could only imagine.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sight of you—sitting on the ground, staring at the sky as if you didn’t have a care in the world.

“[Your Name]!” Usopp exclaimed, a breath of relief escaping his chest.

You looked up in surprise, blinking as you registered him. “Usopp?”

He practically ran to you, his heart still pounding. “I’m so glad you’re okay! I thought—”

You stood up, brushing off your pants. “I was fine. But I’m glad you found me.”

Usopp gave you a nervous laugh. “I had to fight through countless dangers just to get here. There were—uh, there were wolves. And some crazy jungle beasts! You wouldn’t believe—”

You raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t run from a butterfly, did you?”

His face turned red. “I did not! The butterfly was suspicious!”

You laughed, and Usopp felt his chest warm. He took your hand gently. “Let’s get back to the others.”

Shanks

Shanks felt something he hadn’t in years: panic.

It wasn’t like him to lose his cool. But the moment he realized you were missing, his calm and collected demeanor cracked.

You were important to him. And the thought of you being out there alone—it didn’t sit right.

He tried not to let the worry show, but the feeling only intensified as he searched the island. The jungle seemed to stretch on forever, and every rustling noise made him tense.

It wasn’t until he finally spotted you sitting by the shore, gazing out at the ocean, that the tightness in his chest released.

“You’re okay?” His voice was soft, a little rough with emotion.

You turned, smiling at the sight of him. “Shanks! Yeah, I’m fine. I didn’t get lost, really.”

He let out a relieved laugh, though there was still a trace of worry in his eyes. “Don’t scare me like that again, alright?”

You nodded, standing up and walking toward him. “I’m sorry, but it’s nice to have a little quiet time. Thanks for coming after me.”

He gave you a lopsided grin. “Always. Let’s head back before the crew starts causing chaos.”

Buggy

Buggy was freaking out.

“WHERE IS [YOUR NAME]?! WHAT IF THEY’VE BEEN TAKEN BY SOME MONSTERS?!”

His crew was starting to wonder if their captain had completely lost it. He had been running around the jungle, shouting your name for what felt like hours.

The truth? He was terrified.

It wasn’t just the fear of losing you; it was the fear that he had failed.

When he finally spotted you sitting near a stream, his relief was almost overwhelming.

“[YOUR NAME]!” he shouted, rushing over to you.

You barely had time to react before he was practically throwing himself at you, hugging you like his life depended on it.

“You’re alright! Oh, thank the gods!”

You blinked, confused but also a little touched. “Buggy, I’m fine. I wasn’t in any danger.”

He pulled back, his expression dramatic. “Don’t you dare leave me alone like that again! I couldn’t bear it!”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Okay, okay, I won’t do it again.”

But Buggy was already smirking, his usual bravado back in full force. “Guess you missed me, huh?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

But the fact that he had come for you, no questions asked, made your heart flutter just a little.

the art of a heavy make out session with zoro.

the push and pull of tongue and teeth, panting into each others mouth with sounds of dripping desire. you’re close but not nearly close enough as you paw and claw your way over each other, grabbing and gripping onto any source of skin you can find.

tugging on his hair while he grips your thigh tighter in retaliation, letting out a choked moan he’s all too eager to swallow as you grind against his aching length that helplessly swells against confines of his trousers.

letting passion consume you both with an animalistic need of chasing pleasure, lost in the trance of how he guides your hips along his lap, lifting his own to add a little more friction.

the thought of pausing to shed the layers of clothing that separates you never comes to mind. not when his groans push everything out of your head, the hunger for more driving your movements to grow hasty.

the air of desperation encloses around your trembling bodies, beckoning for release as his tongue swirls around yours with a heady moan. the curl of his fingers dig into your hips, reduced to nothing more than frenzied beasts seeking relief in one another, fated to make a mess that the other will relish in cleaning up.

luffy & zoro, sun & moon

they're always razzing him like this what did he do... "you need to have more joy and whimsy zoro you big stupid loser!!" and he just grumbles noncommittally about it

Regarding Wotans

Paring: Zoro x Reader

Raiting: Explicit (minors DNI)

Summary:

You and Zoro are no secret.

The rest of the crew don’t address it directly, but they know. To others, the two of you are normal crewmates. You laugh and drink together, you fight and protect each other. You bicker and argue with each other. There are no obvious displays of affection that just any passerby can pick up on.

But the crew sees you give Zoro your extra servings of meat at dinner. They see the way Zoro is always aware of your movements when you’re in his vicinity. The hushed conversations, shoulder to shoulder and leg to leg.

There is no big announcement, no celebration. You and Zoro just are.

Or so Usopp thought.

-or- You and Zoro get into a fight about something stupid. Naturally, the crew gets involved somehow. Ends with smut.

A/N: Listen ya’ll, I am a diehard ZoSan fan, they are my OG ship and I will ship them until the day I die. But for some reason, my hetero side was really screaming at me to jot this down. So here ya go. Crossposted on Ao3.

Tags: strawhat shenanigans, female reader-insert, established relationship, squirting, aquarium sex (if that's a thing), make up sex.

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You and Zoro are no secret.

The rest of the crew don’t address it directly, but they know. To others, the two of you are normal crewmates. You laugh and drink together, you fight and protect each other. You bicker and argue with each other. There are no obvious displays of affection that just any passerby can pick up on. 

But the crew sees you give Zoro your extra servings of meat at dinner. They see the way Zoro is always aware of your movements when you’re in his vicinity. The hushed conversations, shoulder to shoulder and leg to leg. 

There is no big announcement, no celebration. You and Zoro just are.

Or so Usopp thought.

The sharpshooter watches in silent shock as you and Zoro pass each other on the deck; the swordsman towards the kitchen, and you towards the helm. The look you two exchanged could freeze over Akainu himself. 

Usually, Usopp notices you two at least nod to each other, or you’re walking to the same place together. Sometimes, much to Usopp’s delight, you would fake swat at Zoro and start a weird shadow boxing session with the two of you, leaving Zoro with a happy flush on his face. 

Usopp shivers as you walk past him. More like stomped, with the way your boots are slamming on the floorboard. “Hey, take it easy on Sunny,” Usopp calls to your back as you descend the stairs. You pause for a moment, probably feeling a bit guilty, then take noticeably softer steps towards Jinbe. 

“What’s up with her?” he says to himself, scratching the back of his head. 

To his horror, he turns around and sees Zoro also stomping his way towards him. Usopp squeals as Zoro gets in his face. “Hey, you know things about giants,” Zoro accuses him. 

“Y-Yeah, sure I do,” Usopp stammers. 

“Is it true that–”

“--that giants and fishmen are able to reproduce?” You look at Jinbe with your arms crossed, a steely determined look on your face. Jinbe looks at you in mild horror, then clears his throat. “Well,” he starts, “technically–”

“--I don’t want technically, Long-Nose,” Zoro pinches Usopp’s nose between two fingers, ignoring the sharpshooter’s pained yelp. “Is it true or not??”

“There’s been a lot of discussion amongst scholars about Wotans, but–OUCH–”

“--but yes, it is true. They’re called Wotans.” Jinbe looks at you as your face morphs from upset to smug, and hesitantly continues, “You can ask Captain Luffy–”

“I ain’t asking Luffy, you crazy?” Zoro lets go of Usopp’s nose and huffs. Usopp clutches his face and glares halfheartedly at Zoro. “Sure, I’m the crazy one,” he grumbles. 

“Whatever,” Zoro turns on his heel and stomps away. 

Usopp calls after him, “I do NOT want to know why y’all were talking about Wotans, but just apologize to her already, doofus.” Zoro flips him off without turning around, and Usopp’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance.

“And stop stomping all over Sunny!”

—

That night at dinner, Zoro has a permanent frown on his face, while you sport a relaxed, self-assured smile. Usopp looks between the two of you as Zoro stabs at his sea-king steak, and you chat happily with Robin about something Usopp couldn’t bother to decipher. 

Nami leans conspiringly towards him. “Looks like those two really got into it,” she mumbles to him. Her eyes also flick between you and Zoro. 

“Someone has to do something soon, my sense of smell depends on it,” Usopp mumbles back. 

“Are you kidding?” Name hisses. “The last time those two got into a stupid fight and I tried to help, Zoro got so mad at me for not giving me extra money for booze, he almost pulled Enma on me. Enma. I had to tiptoe around him for almost a week!” 

“I don’t want to be involved more than I already am!” Usopp complains right back. Him and Nami watch as Sanji swats at Zoro’s head for being too violent with his food.

Usopp rolls his eyes and returns to his food. “Whatever the case, they need to make up, quickly,” he says. 

Luffy pauses from stuffing his face to look between you and Zoro, then says matter of factly (and with no shortage of glee), “Zoro needs to apologize to Y/N.”

You glance at Zoro, who just angrily “che!”s. At the same moment, Luffy attempts to steal the rest of Zoro's food. The swordsman futilely gets himself tangled in Luffy's rubber appendages as the happy captain gobbles up the rest of his plate. 

Nami groans, and meets Robin’s eye from over your shoulder. When the archeologist winks, a smile slowly grows on Nami’s face. “Looks like a solution is already in the works.”

—

You enter the aquarium and immediately pause at the doorway. 

“You’re not Nami,” you say. 

Zoro just looks at you. “You’re not Luffy.”

You close the door behind you. “Looks like we’ve been set up.” 

Zoro is positively lounging on the chairs that line the aquarium. Arms stretched along the tops of the comfy cushions, legs spread lazily, head lulled to the side to look at you. His three swords lay to his side. He’s the picture of relaxation. 

Despite being set up, the sight of him pisses you off.

You cross your arms and stand there, leveling the swordsman with a look that screams, I’m waiting. When you start tapping your foot impatiently, Zoro groans. In truth, he doesn’t mind admitting he’s wrong in most situations. He knows that a good leader always owns up to their mistakes. The only two exceptions to this rule are when you or Sanji are involved. You have a way of getting under his skin that Sanji never could. It tugs on his more primitive side. It makes him want to challenge you more than you challenge him. 

He gives you a long look over. You try your best to not fidget as his eyes travel hotly from your eyes, to your exposed collarbones, to the long lines of your legs. 

You start tapping your foot louder, and Zoro’s eyebrow twitches. 

“Alright, alright fine,” he drawls, then mumbles. “M’sorry.”

“What was that?” You cup your ear and lean forward. “I can’t hear you.” 

Zoro rolls his eyes. “I am sorry.” 

“For…?”

“M’sorry for not listening to you,” he says, knowing very well that's not what you want to hear. 

“Wrong,” you take a few slow steps so you’re closer to the man. “Try again.”

Zoro watches as you take measured steps towards him until you’re right in front of his spread legs. He tilts his head up to look at you as you tower over him. You unapologetically meet his eye. 

When he first met you all those years ago, you were the first woman in a long time to hold his gaze without flinching away. It was the first thing about you that Zoro found attractive. You became the challenge he always needed. In that way, and many more, you have helped him grow to be the person he is today. Now he meets your gaze, and he knows you see both his strengths and his weaknesses, and you love him all the same for it.

His eyes go ever so slightly fond when he speaks next, and you almost cave right then and there when you see it. “M’sorry for not believing you.” 

You step forward again, the sides of your knees touching his inner thighs. “Wrong.” you whisper. 

Zoro watches as you lean forward, his eye never leaving you. “I’m sorry for not trusting you with this small thing, when I already trust you with my life,” he says quietly. The rumble of his voice vibrates through you when you’re this close to him. 

You tilt his head up with a finger below his chin to get a better look at him. You see the silent apology in his eyes just as you hear it in his words. He sees the forgiveness in your eyes, and remembers there was a time when he didn’t think he deserved any sort of forgiveness from anyone. You helped him see that he was worth it, and more. 

Zoro caves. 

He surges up to press his lips to yours, grabbing your knees to bring you closer. Your body naturally follows the movement and you straddle him, winding your arms around his neck and pushing yourself against his chest. You want to feel every plane of his body against you. You grab at him and pull him flush to you as much as you can. You want to feel his hands on your skin, his saliva on your tongue, his teeth on your neck. He grants every one of your wishes without you asking. 

Your lips press and mold together frantically, almost no finesse as a carnal desire overtakes the both of you. Your hands shove into his yakuta to claw at his smooth muscled chest. He hisses as your nails drag over his skin, and bites your lower lip in retaliation. The sounds of you both panting heavily are loud in the silence of the aquarium. 

There are no words exchanged. There’s no need for it. 

Effortlessly, Zoro moves through a set of motions that leaves you breathless. He grips your thighs and stands, turning so that you are sitting on the couch and he is on his knees between your legs before you could take another breath. 

You let out a puff of air as you fall back. Zoro pulls once and your pants and underwear are both gone. You open your mouth to protest, but he almost desperately grabs the back of your thighs and raises them so your knees are practically at your chest, and his mouth attaches to your core. 

His tongue and lips and teeth press at you with such an urgency and intensity, you slap both hands over your mouth to prevent the moan that is bubbling quickly in your throat. His tongue slides over your folds and circles your entrance. His grip on your thighs tighten as he bends you even further in half to reach more of you. He eats you out like a man starved, like someone eating their first meal in weeks, like someone who has been craving the taste of you and only you. 

Zoro’s mouth deliciously trails up to your clit and stays there. He traces the nub expertly, alternating between the flat and the tip of his tongue. You see stars, heat boiling and coiling in your pelvis so quickly you don’t know what to do with yourself. Zoro plays your body like a master musician, and you’re helpless to do anything but let him. 

He feels when your orgasm begins to crest. Your body tightens, your breath quickens, your back arches from the cushion. Zoro knows your body so well at this point that he can pinpoint even the smallest shifts in your countenance. He brings your hips closer to the edge of the seat, knowing what's coming. He hums and quickly buries two fingers inside you. You gasp, then press your palms to your mouth harder as he curls his fingers and moves perfectly against your g-spot. You see white and cum almost instantly, but Zoro doesn’t stop. Your legs shake as his fingers continue to work in and out of you, building upon a familiar pressure. You’re too weak at this point to resist it, with the way the man had you riled up since your stupid argument, and soon something inside you snaps. Your eyes roll back and you silently scream as you feel yourself squirt on his fingers. Zoro groans low in satisfaction, his head now resting against your thigh and holding you open so he can watch you gush around his hand. 

You squirm and push against him enough that he finally lets you go. He breathes in heavily as he takes in the sight of you. Your thighs glisten with your release in the low light of the room. You’re half turned away from him, chest heaving, hands still covering your mouth. Your eyes are watery and you look at him with such feral desperation, it makes him grin wickedly. 

You blink and Zoro is out of his yakuta jacket. He runs his damp fingers over your legs, pushes your shirt and your bra both up above your chest. He grips tight at your nipples and you gasp. You're desperate to feel more of him, running your hands down the thick of his forearms as he palms you. He bends forward and swipes your bottom lip with his tongue. You immediately open up in response, and you moan at the taste of yourself on him. 

He moves closer to you and whispers in your ear, “Turn around.” Your move quickly to your hands and knees, gripping the tops of the cushions. You arch your back and spread your knees, stretching your arms as much as you could at this angle. Zoro hums and grabs at the flesh of your ass appreciatively. He kisses his way back down your spine before he straightens. 

He doesn’t bother to take his pants off fully and pulls them down just enough to free himself. He sighs in relief, and relishes in the picture you paint with your body stretched in front of him. He debates teasing you for a bit longer and rubs his tip along your entrance. You buck once desperately against him, and Zoro has no choice (or strength left to deny either one of you) and sinks into your tight warmth. 

You gasp as you feel him stretch you, your walls instantly accommodating his size. You were wetter than you think you’ve ever been, and the stretch is easy. Zoro sinks all the way to the hilt, but he does so slowly. You feel every inch of him, from the soft bulbous head to every vein and bump, to the slight burn of the stretch that you knew would soon turn into pleasure, until his pelvis is flush against you. You almost sigh in relief of finally being full. Zoro begins to set a steady pace, knocking the breath out of you with each soft slap of his skin against yours. He is mesmerized at the sight of you.

You look back at Zoro as he makes love to you. You love it when he gets like this, all soft and slow and tender. His hands push up your shirt as he palms your back. But now is not the time for that. You push your ass against him, trying to encourage him to go faster. 

Zoro chuckles. “Impatient brat,” he mumbles. “You want it that bad? Fine. Take it.” He grips your hips and tilts you up. You have to brace on your elbows, but your complains are literally fucked out of you as Zoro starts plowing into you. Your head tips back with a gasp. Zoro drives his powerful hips forward over and over and over again until you see stars and he fills all of your senses. His spiced scent, the heat he radiated already has you sweaty, the taste of him and you on your tongue, the sound of his hushed pants and groans. One of his hands moves up your back and grabs your neck, physically pulling your body onto his cock. You could practically feel him in your chest with how deep he is. You lean forward to bite your forearm; it’s all you can do to keep from screaming. 

You look back at Zoro again as he fucks you into oblivion, and you see the desperation in his face, you feel the weight of his hands gripping your waist, the way sweat beads down his chest, his eye is completely piercing yours in a way that lets you know that you’re his and his alone. He’s mostly quiet save for his panting breaths, though he knows you love it when he’s loud. The sheer size of him leaves you beyond words, and it’s all that you can do to press your face in your arms and just take it. 

He adjusts his grip on your waist and leans forward so his chest brushes your back, and you absolutely see stars as he hits you deeper than before. Your shriek is muffled and your eyes roll as he slows his pace, but does nothing to dull the strength of his thrusts. Your back arches almost impossibly to take on the weight of his thrusts. You feel the heat radiate through his skin as he covers you with his large frame.

The amount of desperation clouding his and your judgment was almost palpable in the humid room. Zoro is quickly losing his ability to stay silent, so he can’t help but to hiss at how tight you begin to grip him. He wants to take his time with you, feel the full expanse of your soft skin under his palms, savor the way you flutter and pulse around his cock. But he is way too wound up to do that now. Not with the way you drove him wild all day. 

You're starting to lose strength in your arms, and you drop one arm to rest a cheek against the couch. Seeing this, Zoro pauses his moments only briefly to straighten. He grabs both your biceps and pulls your whole weight back on his cock. You're practically fully impaled on him, and with nothing to muffle yourself with, you let out a guttural moan.

Zoro smiles wickedly and resumes his pace. It doesn’t take long (how could it with the way he’s going to town on you) before you feel your orgasm approach. You try your best to keep most of your moans down, you really do. Zoro doesn’t do much to help either, with both your hands occupied. But Zoro fucks you like he will never fuck you again, and he’s desperate to be burried within your very essence. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, Zoro…!” you whisper desperately before you break. You groan desperately, deep in your chest, as if the orgasm was ripped from somewhere deep within you. You shake and pulse around Zoro’s cock, and he throws his head back to let out a sinfully low moan as he cums with you. You can barely feel anything but the pulsing of your walls around his cock and the thick gushing of his cum inside you. Heat runs like magma from your chest to your toes as you continue to cum. Zoro finally has mercy on you and stops with his pelvis flush against the globes of your ass as you both calm down. 

Zoro gently releases one of your arms and presses his palm against your chest to push so that your back is flush to his chest. His embrace is warm and tender. You sink heavily into his weight and let him do all the work of keeping you upright, your orgasm sucking all the energy out of you. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers again. His breath fans your ear as the both of you pant. You feel his heart beating powerfully in his chest against your back. You tilt your head on his shoulder to look at him.

“I forgive you,” you whisper back. He graces you with a smile so endearing, you can't help but to lean in and kiss him. Zoro caresses your neck softly as he swipes his tongue against yours languidly, enjoying the feeling of being as close to you as possible. 

Later, Usopp watches from the bridge as the two of you emerge from the aquarium. To anyone else, it looks like the two of you just parted ways without a word. But Usopp sees the way your hands brush as you leave, notices the flush on Zoro’s face and the messiness of your hair. You both have a noticeably lighter foot as you walk to opposite ends of the ship. Usopp leans against the railing and sighs. Balance has been restored, it seems. 

“Finally.” 

thinking...... pondering...... meat...... contemplating......

the original image hehehe

marinating on the idea of you and roronoa zoro being at each other’s throats every single day. bickering, insults, eye rolls. he’s too “bullheaded” and you’re too “stubborn” — two sides of the same coin.

but, it’s completely different when the two of you are drunk.

drunk!zoro being the epitome of “she’s a pain in the ass but she’s MY pain in the ass”.

drunk!zoro is suddenly chummy as all hell with you when he’s three beers deep.

drunk!zoro blindly agreeing to whatever you’re saying, nodding along to your own drunken critique of another pirate crew in the same port as the straw hats. zoro 🤝 you when it comes to hating everyone else

drunk!zoro and you, off at some table talking about the finer points of swordsmanship — you have no fucking idea what he’s talking about, you can’t even see straight but he’s smiling and it’s cute— and the others are like ??????? are they gonna kill each other or what ??????

drunk!zoro’s mask of irritation is gone because he doesn’t really hate you — he’s just got no fuckin’ idea what that tight feeling in his chest is when you’re around. heartburn? indigestion? gas? a crush?????? pffft, please. what is he, twelve?

drunk!zoro caving and agreeing to join in on one song (holds his finger up, wags it in your face — “one. only one.”) because you practically beg on your hands and knees for him to join you and the others while spouting some slurred babble about “i love our family” and the our really gets to him.

drunk!zoro and you screaming the words to some stupid shanty in each other’s faces in the middle of the tavern while the others are like………. what the fuck is going on, why are they smiling, are they flirting

drunk!zoro and you, arm in arm, as you both are slapped with the reality of drinking too much. neither of you can see straight, can’t walk straight. it’s the blind leading the blind out here, and you’re both teetering on the sidewalk, laughing, heading back to port.

and then, the next morning, it’s like none of it ever happened. yelling and fighting on the deck and all of it done with a hangover — as if zoro hadn’t passed out at the foot of your bed the night before like a loyal guard dog and you hadn’t tucked him in.

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝 ; an anthology

zoro roronoa x reader ; snippets of increasingly romantic moments between you and the swordsman as you journey with the straw hats.

𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭

❤︎ — the growing tension between you and zoro is boiling under the surface at the party of your latest victory. WC : 5.2k

𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞

❤︎ — another day, another celebration with the straw hats but this time, the truth begins to creep out as zoro begins to let loose.

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐭

❤︎ — the ghost of your first kiss rests on your lips, but you’re not the only one feeling haunted by it.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

❤︎ — punk hazard left a chill running down your spine and your favorite swordsman is always right by your side, silent yet sure.

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝

❤︎ — injuries, no matter how big or small, always require the upmost care. at least, that’s what zoro tells himself as he takes his time bandaging you up.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝

❤︎ — the air is lighter and easier to breathe as you make your way to zou to reunite with the rest of the crew, but zoro seems eager for something else.

𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚

❤︎ — being undercover in wano means committing to your roles to avoid suspicion at all costs, something you can use to your advantage.

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦

❤︎ — after the events of wano take place, you and zoro find yourselves having a slow morning filled with thoughts of your future. WC : 1.3k

more may be added to this !

I love it when Luffy grabs Zoro and makes him fly around.