#Zoro x Reader

[inseobts]

Unintentional couple behaviour

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

characters: zoro, sanji, law, ace and sabo

words count: around 0.8k - 1.3k each

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

── .✦ Roronoa Zoro:

You do a lot of things for Zoro without thinking.

You wake him up when it’s time to eat. You stop him from training too much. You make sure he doesn’t get lost whenever the crew visits a new island.

It’s normal for you. Someone has to do it.

But one day, the others start teasing you about it.

It happens at lunch. You are eating with the crew when Usopp laughs and nudges your arm.

“Hey, aren’t you gonna get your boyfriend?”

You blink. “What?”

Sanji, cleaning his hands with a towel, nods toward the deck “That moss-brained idiot. You always bring him to meals. It’s like a little routine between you two now. Like a couple…”

“We’re not—” You nearly choke on your drink “We’re not a couple!”

Usopp grins “Then why do you always take so much care of him?”

“Because he’s stupid and forgets to eat!” you say, standing up “I’ll go get him, but not because of whatever weird ideas you guys have.”

You walk away while they laugh behind you.

You find Zoro exactly where you expect, napping against the ship’s railing, his swords next to him.

You roll your eyes and shake his shoulder “Oi, wake up. Lunch is ready.”

Nothing.

You shake him harder “Zoro. If you don’t get up, I’ll eat your food.”

He grumbles and waves his hand, like he’s trying to swat away a fly.

Sighing, you do what you always do. You grab his wrist and pull him up with both hands. He lets you. He always does, like it’s natural.

Zoro blinks at you, still half-asleep “Huh. You again.”

“Yeah, me again,” you say “Come eat before Sanji ‘forgets’ to save you anything.”

You’re still holding his wrist, making sure he doesn’t fall back asleep. That’s when you notice Nami and Robin watching from across the deck, smiling.

“What?” you ask, feeling awkward.

Nami smirks “You two are cute.”

Your face heats up “We’re not—he’s not—we’re not together!”

Robin chuckles “You do take care of him a lot.”

Zoro frowns, confused “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Nothing,” you mutterl “Come eat.”

You let go of his wrist too fast and walk away, ignoring the warm feeling in your chest.

You think it’s over, but now you notice things.

Zoro always sits next to you at meals, even when there are other seats. You always save food for him without realizing. And during fights, he always protects you first, like it’s a habit.

And, worst of all, people keep pointing it out.

“y/n,” Chopper asks one day, tilting his head “Are you and Zoro dating?”

You almost trip “What?! No!”

“Oh...” He looks confused “But you act like it”

You groan “Not you too”

After that, you can’t stop thinking about it.

The next time you wake Zoro up, your fingers stay on his wrist a second too long. The next time he pulls you behind him in a fight, your heart beats faster.

And then one evening, when you catch him watching you with a thoughtful look, you realize you might be in trouble.

That night, Zoro speaks first.

“Oi”

You look up from your seat on the deck “What?”

He leans against the railing, arms crossed “Does it bother you?”

You frown “Does what bother me?”

“What people are saying” His eyes stay on you “About us.”

You swallow “Why? Does it bother you?”

He doesn’t answer right away “No” his voice is quieter than usual.

Your stomach flips and you look at the ocean “I mean… it’s just dumb teasing, right?”

Zoro doesn’t reply. Instead, he watches you for a long time. Then, finally, he smirks.

“Doesn’t really matter what they say” he says, voice calm but sure “I’d still stick with you either way.”

Your breath catches and suddenly, your heart won’t let you ignore this anymore.

For the next days you try to brush off what the crew said.

You really do, but it’s impossible to ignore when Zoro keeps acting the same way.

Like when you’re on lookout duty together, and he hands you his jacket without a word.

Or when you spar with him, and he pulls his hits just enough so you don’t get hurt.

Or when you fall asleep on the Sunny’s deck, and you wake up covered with a blanket, one you know you didn’t grab.

And every time it happens, you catch the crew watching. Smirking.

It’s driving you insane.

One afternoon, you finally decide to do something about it.

You find Zoro by the training room, lifting weights. His shirt is half undone, sweat glistening on his skin, but you shove that thought aside.

You cross your arms “Hey, Zoro.”

He grunts in acknowledgment, not stopping his reps.

You hesitate “…Why do you treat me differently?”

He finally sets the weight down, wiping his face with a towel “What?”

“You heard me...” You shift uncomfortably “You do things for me that you don’t do for anyone else.”

Zoro leans back against the wall, looking at you like you just asked a stupid question “So?”

“So?” You huff “That means something, doesn’t it?”

He shrugs “I guess.”

You blink “That’s it? You guess?”

Zoro sighs, scratching his head “Look, I don’t really think about it. I just—” He pauses, then shrugs again “I want to.”

Your heart skips a beat “…What?”

“I want to do those things for you,” he says simply “it’s not a big deal”

You stare at him “Not a... Zoro, are you serious?”

He frowns “What, you don’t like it?”

“That’s not the point!” Your face feels hot “You don’t do this for Nami or Robin or anyone else!”

Zoro looks at you, unimpressed “Yeah. Because it’s you.”

You freeze.

The way he says it, so blunt, so obvious, it makes your stomach flip.

He isn’t flustered. He isn’t overthinking it. He’s just stating a fact.

“…Oh.”

Zoro crosses his arms, watching you carefully “Is that a problem?”

You swallow “No. It’s just…”

It’s everything. It’s him always being there, always looking out for you, always treating you like someone important.

It’s a realization you should have had ages ago.

You let out a breathless laugh “I’m an idiot.”

Zoro raises an eyebrow “Well, yeah.”

You smack his arm. He smirks.

But when your hand lingers just a little too long, he doesn’t pull away.

And suddenly, you both understand... this isn’t just a habit.

It never was.

Ever since that conversation in the training room, things between you and Zoro have… shifted, but not in a bad way.

He still trains for hours. Still naps in random spots. Still bickers with Sanji.

But now, when you sit beside him, his arm naturally rests along the back of your chair.

Now, when you fight, he doesn’t just watch your back, he makes sure you’re never out of reach.

Now, when you look at him for a second too long, he looks right back.

Like he’s waiting.

Like he’s giving you the choice.

One evening, you find him on the Sunny’s deck, looking out at the ocean.

“…Can’t sleep?” he asks.

You shake your head, stepping closer “Thinking too much.”

Zoro smirks “Dangerous habit...”

You huff a laugh but don’t argue.

Instead, you stand beside him, silent for a moment before you finally ask...

“Do you regret telling me?”

Zoro frowns “Telling you what?”

“That you… actually treat me differently. That you want to.”

His jaw tightens slightly “No.”

Your heart does something strange “Good.”

You don’t give yourself time to hesitate.

Before doubt can creep in, you grab him and pull him down.

Zoro freezes.

For half a second, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t even breathe.

Then a quiet growl rumbles from his chest, and his hand cups the back of your neck as he kisses you back.

It’s firm. Solid. Like he’s been holding back for too long and refuses to anymore.

When you finally break apart, Zoro leans his forehead against yours, exhaling through his nose.

“…Finally” he mutters.

You grin “You were waiting for me?”

“Wasn’t gonna rush you” His fingers brush your jaw “You get there when you get there.”

You hum, leaning into him “And now?”

Zoro smirks “Now, you’re stuck with me.”

You kiss him again, just to make sure he knows you wouldn’t want it any other way.

── .✦ Vinsmoke Sanji:

Sanji has always been a flirt. That’s just how he is.

He calls Nami and Robin “my love” and “my dear”. He spins around the kitchen whenever they compliment him. He offers to carry their bags when the crew goes shopping.

But when it comes to you, it’s different.

It starts when the crew is eating dinner together.

“Sanji, can you pass the salt?” you ask.

Instead of handing you the salt shaker, Sanji grabs it, twists off the lid, and sprinkles just the right amount onto your plate.

You blink “Uh. Thanks?”

“Of course, my dear” he says smoothly. Then, as if nothing happened, he turns back to his own plate.

You think nothing of it... until you notice the way the others are watching.

Usopp raises an eyebrow “Did he just season your food for you?”

“Yeah?” You shrug “What's new about it? He's a chef and he’s just being nice.”

Luffy grins “He doesn’t do that for anyone else.”

“That’s not true,” you argue “Sanji treats everyone like this.”

Nami hums “Not exactly like this. If we wanted more salt he would start a lecture about how it would ruin his masterpiece.”

Before you can ask what she means, Sanji stands up to grab dessert. He places a plate in front of you first. It’s your favorite.

The crew stares.

You stare too “Sanji…”

He smiles “What? I made extra for you.”

Usopp coughs “Yeah. Okay. Totally normal.”

Robin chuckles behind her hand.

You shake your head and go back to eating. It’s nothing. Sanji is just being Sanji.

…Right?

But then, you start noticing other things.

When you’re cold, Sanji drapes his jacket over your shoulders without you asking.

When you need something from a high shelf, Sanji wordlessly reaches up and hands it to you.

When you’re about to trip, his hand is always there to steady you.

And every time, every single time, he does it so naturally that you don’t even think about it.

Until one day, Franky whistles and says, “You two sure act like a couple.”

You nearly drop the drink in your hands “What?!”

Sanji, who was stirring a pot at the stove, pauses.

Franky leans against the counter, grinning “You two do all that coupley stuff. He gives you the best food, takes care of you, treats you differently from everyone else—”

“That’s not true,” you say quickly “Sanji’s like this with everyone.”

Franky snorts “Nah. He does flirt with everyone. But this?” He gestures between you and Sanji “This is different.”

You glance at Sanji. He’s staring into the pot, silent.

Your face feels hot now “You guys are reading too much into things.”

“Sure we are...” Franky says, smirking. Then he leaves.

The kitchen is quiet now. You swallow and turn to Sanji.

“…Is it true?”

He looks at you. His usual confident smile is gone. Instead, there’s something softer in his eyes.

“I don’t know” he says “is it?”

Your heartbeat quickens.

Suddenly, every touch, every sweet gesture, it all feels different.

Maybe it wasn’t just a habit.

Maybe it was something else all along.

After all this the teasing has only gotten worse.

Ever since Nami and Usopp pointed out how Sanji treats you, they will not let it go.

“Here comes Sanji’s beloveeeed~” Usopp sings when you walk into the kitchen.

“I should start charging you for all the extra food Sanji makes only for you” Nami smirks.

Even Luffy, who usually doesn’t care about these things, grins at Sanji one afternoon and says “Oi, cook, when are you gonna marry y/n?”

Sanji chokes on his cigarette so hard he has to brace himself on the counter.

You groan and drag a hand down your face.

But what really drives you insane?

Sanji never denies it.

He stutters, blushes, waves his hands, but he never says “That’s not true.”

Because it is true.

And it’s starting to drive you crazy.

You try to ignore it. But then you start noticing things, even the smallest ones.

Sanji never lets you carry anything heavy.

He always pours you tea first, even before Nami and Robin.

He adjusts your chair at dinner like it’s second nature.

And the worst part? He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

But you do.

And now, every time he gives you that look—the one that’s soft, full of admiration, like you hung the damn sun in the sky—your heart stumbles over itself.

This has to stop.

Or something has to change.

It happens one evening after dinner.

You’re in the kitchen, helping Sanji clean up. He hums as he washes the dishes, sleeves rolled up, golden hair falling over his forehead.

You watch him for a second, then take a deep breath.

“Sanji.”

He glances at you, smiling “Yes, my love?”

You grip the counter “Why do you act like we’re together?”

Sanji freezes.

The faucet keeps running. The kitchen is warm with the smell of spices. But Sanji is frozen.

Slowly, he turns his head toward you “…P-Pardon?”

You cross your arms “You treat me differently. Even the crew notices. You never do this stuff for anyone else.”

Sanji swallows hard “I—”

“You never deny it,” you press “and honestly? I’m tired of waiting for you to finally say something.”

Sanji stares at you like you’ve just flipped his entire world upside down.

His hands shake. His lips part like he wants to speak, but nothing comes out.

“…Sanji.” Your voice softens “Do you want this to be real?”

A shuddering breath leaves him. He looks at you, eyes wide, vulnerable.

“More than anything...” he whispers.

Your heartbeat stutters.

That’s it. That’s all you need to hear.

You step forward, grab the front of his shirt, and kiss him.

Sanji malfunctions.

His entire body locks up, like his brain has completely short-circuited.

For a solid two seconds, he does not move.

Then a noise escapes him, something between a whimper and a desperate sigh, and his hands come up to cup your face, pulling you closer.

The kiss is warm, overwhelming, but soft, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he holds on too tight.

When you finally pull away, he’s redder than his own suit.

“…M-Mon amour,” he breathes, voice shaking “You...you actually...”

You smirk “Took us long enough, cook.”

Sanji makes a strangled sound and immediately buries his face in your shoulder, arms wrapped tight around you.

Outside, the crew is losing their minds.

“TOLD YOU!” Usopp shouts.

“I WON THE BET!” Nami cheers.

“Oi, Sanji, you alive in there?” Zoro snickers.

Sanji doesn’t answer. He’s too busy melting against you, whispering sweet nothings into your skin.

And honestly?

You think you’ll let him.

── .✦ Trafalgar D. Law:

Law is not the kind of person who likes physical contact. He doesn’t let most people touch him. He keeps his distance, always standing at the edge of conversations with his arms crossed. If someone bumps into him, they get a glare.

But for some reason, you are different.

It starts when Bepo hands you a coat one evening.

“Here,” he says, tail flicking “you left this in the lounge.”

You blink at it. It’s black, long, and definitely not yours.

“This isn’t mine” you say, confused.

Bepo tilts his head “Oh. But you always wear the captain’s coat, so I thought it was yours now...”

You freeze.

“Wait. What?”

Shachi walks by and hears the conversation. He grins “Yeah, you totally do. Every time you’re cold, you steal his coat.”

Penguin nods “And Law never complains.”

You open your mouth. Close it. Try to remember.

…Okay, maybe you have borrowed Law’s coat a few times. But that’s just because it’s warm! And because it’s there! And because...

Oh no.

Your stomach twists “I... I do not...”

“Sure you don’t...” Shachi teases “What’s next? Calling him ‘dear’?”

You groan and shove the coat at Bepo before walking away.

But now, you can’t stop thinking about it.

After this, you start noticing other things. Like how Law always lets you into his personal space.

How you can tug his hat down over his eyes without him pushing you away.

How he casually rests his hand on your shoulder when he stands next to you.

One day, you trip over a loose crate. Before you even hit the ground, a familiar blue glow surrounds you... Law’s Room.

In an instant, you’re back on your feet, completely unharmed.

The Heart Pirates snicker.

“Captain didn’t even think” Penguin whispers.

“He never uses Room for anyone else’s clumsiness” Shachi adds.

You glare at them “I heard that.”

They just smirk.

Law doesn’t say anything. He just sighs and keeps walking, like saving you without thinking is the most natural thing in the world.

Your heart does something weird. You ignore it.

Later, you sit on a crate, arms crossed. Law stands next to you, reading a medical book.

You glance at him “Your crew keeps calling me ‘Captain’s partner.’”

He doesn’t look up “So?”

“So, why?”

He flips a page “Probably because you act like one.”

Your brain short-circuits.

You stare “Excuse me?”

Law finally looks at you, raising an eyebrow “You’re always in my quarters, you steal my coat, and you act like you belong next to me. They’re not wrong.”

Your face burns “I... You let me do all that!”

He smirks “I know.”

You open your mouth, but no words come out.

Because suddenly, you realize... he has let you. And he still is.

Ever since Bepo and the others pointed out how Law treats you differently, it’s been impossible to ignore.

The extra care during missions. The way he always stands just a little closer than necessary. The way he lets you touch him, his arm, his shoulder, even his hand, when no one else would dare.

But what really gives him away?

The way his ears burn red every time you get too close.

And yet he never says anything.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was running an experiment to see how long he could keep this up before you lost your mind.

So tonight you’re calling him out.

You find him in his quarters, buried in medical books.

“Hey, Law.” You lean against the desk, arms crossed “Can I ask you something?”

His eyes flick up “What?”

You tilt your head “Do you like me?”

Law chokes.

Not just a little cough... he full-on chokes on air, slamming his book shut as if that’ll somehow save him.

“What—?!” He coughs into his fist “Where the hell did that come from?”

You raise an eyebrow “You tell me.”

Law scowls, shifting uncomfortably “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Oh? Am I?” You step closer.

He stiffens “What are you...?”

You place your hands on the arms of his chair and lean in, caging him in.

His breath hitches.

Oh. Oh.

He is not prepared for this.

“Law,” you murmur, watching his face closely “you never let anyone touch you, but you let me.”

His jaw clenches “That doesn’t—”

“You always make sure I rest. You check my injuries before anyone else’s.”

“Because you’re reckless—”

“And...” you lean even closer “your ears are red right now.”

Law swallows.

You smirk “So, wanna try again?”

For a long moment, he just stares at you, lips parted, golden eyes darting between yours.

Then, in a last-ditch effort, he growls... “You’re annoying.”

You hum “Maybe.”

And then you kiss him.

Law goes still.

For the first time since you’ve known him, he is completely speechless.

But then a quiet sound escapes him, and his hand suddenly grips your wrist, holding you there.

You almost pull back, unsure, until his other hand slides around the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair, and he kisses you back.

It’s hesitant at first, but when you don’t pull away, something shifts.

The kiss deepens, his grip tightens, and the heat radiating off of him is enough to make you dizzy.

When you finally part, Law exhales sharply, pressing his forehead against yours.

“…You’re gonna be a problem” he mutters, voice rough.

You grin “Yeah?”

His fingers tighten in your hair “Yeah.”

And then, despite everything, he kisses you again.

Because for once in his life he’s done running.

── .✦ Portgas D. Ace:

Ace is naturally affectionate.

He throws an arm around people’s shoulders, laughs loudly, and grins like the world is a joke he’s in on. He’s warm but also because he makes people feel welcome.

So it’s not weird that he touches you a lot.

Right?

It starts when Marco sits down next to you, smirking.

“You and Ace finally together, yoi?”

You look at him confused “what do you mean?”

“A couple… are you two a couple?”

You almost drop your drink “What? No!”

Marco raises an eyebrow “You sure? He always saves you a seat at meals. Always gives you his food if you ask. Always keeps an eye on you during fights.”

You roll your eyes “That doesn’t mean anything. He’s just like that.”

“Not with everyone” Marco takes a sip of his drink “Just you.”

You open your mouth to argue, but then you don’t know what to say, because now, you’re thinking about it.

The next time Ace sits beside you at dinner, you notice how he slides his plate a little closer to yours, letting you steal his food.

The next time the crew docks at an island, you notice how he instinctively waits for you before walking off together.

The next time you’re about to trip, you don’t even get the chance to fall, Ace grabs your wrist and steadies you like it’s second nature.

And maybe it is second nature.

“Careful, Ace,” one of the division commanders teases “If you keep acting like that, y/n might actually think you’re in love.”

Ace laughs, scratching the back of his head “Yeah, yeah.”

You laugh too. Because it’s just a joke… Right?

One night, you sit together on the deck, watching the ocean.

You fidget for a second before saying “The crew keeps calling us a couple”

Ace hums “Yeah?”

You glance at him “Why do you think that is?”

He leans back, arms behind his head, and grins “Probably because we act like one.”

You choke on your own breath “Excuse me?!”

Ace tilts his head “I mean, we do everything together. You always take my food, and I always let you. You always pull me out of trouble, and I always let you. Feels natural, doesn’t it?”

Your brain short-circuits.

Because now that you think about it... yeah, it does feel natural.

“…Ace,” you say slowly “Are we...?”

He looks at you, amusement flickering in his eyes “What do you think?”

Your stomach flips.

Because suddenly, you’re not sure where the habit ends and the feelings begin.

After this, Ace keeps flirting with you all the time.

It’s just who he is.

Winks across the deck. Throwing an arm around your shoulders. Calling you hot stuff like it’s your actual name.

You’re used to it.

But after the teasing from Marco and Thatch, after realizing that Ace treats you differently, you start to wonder.

Is he just playing around? Or is there something real underneath?

There’s only one way to find out.

The perfect opportunity comes one afternoon, when Ace flops down next to you on the Moby Dick’s deck, grinning.

“Hey,” he drawls, resting an arm behind his head “Miss me?”

You smirk “I saw you literally two hours ago.”

“That’s two hours too long.” He winks “Bet you were thinking about me the whole time.”

You hum, tilting your head “You really think that, huh?”

Ace chuckles “C’mon, you love me.”

You raise an eyebrow “Prove it.”

He blinks “Huh?”

You shift, leaning closer with a sly smile “You say all this stuff, Ace. You flirt, you tease... but are you actually serious?”

For the first time, he hesitates.

Just for a second, but it’s enough.

“…Of course I am,” he says, but his usual confidence isn’t all there.

You smirk “Then show me.”

Before he can react, you grab his hat, his precious hat, and plop it onto your own head.

Ace short-circuits.

“Oi! That’s...!” He reaches for it instinctively but stops mid-motion, staring at you.

You tilt the brim with a smirk “What? You said you liked me, right?”

Ace swallows “Y-Yeah?”

“Then just take it back.”

You expect him to snatch it back playfully.

What you don’t expect is for Ace to grin, eyes flickering with mischief, and suddenly tackle you onto the deck.

You yelp as he hovers over you, forearms braced on either side of your head.

The crew whoops in the background, but neither of you pay them any attention.

Ace smirks down at you “You think you’re funny, huh?”

You grin “A little.”

Ace shakes his head, chuckling, but then his expression softens.

He reaches up, tilts the hat back just enough to see your face properly.

And then without thinking he leans down and kisses you.

It’s grinning into the kiss kind of playful. It’s warm and teasing but full of something deeper.

And when he pulls back, face way too close, he murmurs “Now you gotta prove it.”

Your heart races.

You don’t back down. Instead, you tug him down by his necklace and kiss him again.

This time, Ace melts.

When you finally break apart, Ace huffs out a breathless laugh.

“Well,” he grins “Guess you do love me.”

You roll your eyes “Shut up.”

But you don’t stop him when he kisses you one more time.

Because, honestly?

He’s right.

── .✦ Sabo:

Sabo is easy to be around.

He’s kind, smart, and always ready to listen. He laughs at your jokes, never forgets your favorite things, and somehow always knows when you need him.

So it’s no surprise that you spend a lot of time together.

But apparently, the way you act around him is a little… suspicious.

It starts when you’re walking through the Revolutionary Army base with Koala.

“So,” she says casually “when are you and Sabo going to make it official?”

You nearly trip over your own feet “What?!”

Koala grins “Come on, don’t play dumb. You two already act like a couple.”

You scoff “No, we don’t.”

She raises an eyebrow “Oh really? Who’s the first person Sabo looks for when he gets back from a mission?”

“…Me.”

“Who’s the only person he lets borrow his gloves?”

“…Me.”

“And who’s the only one he lets fall asleep on his shoulder without complaining?”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

Because—oh.

Oh.

Koala smirks “See what I mean?”

You shake your head “That doesn’t mean anything. We’re just close.”

She shrugs “If you say so.”

But now, you can’t stop thinking about it. You start noticing things, like how Sabo always finds a reason to sit next to you during meals, or how he reaches out to fix your collar or tuck your hair behind your ear like it’s normal, or how he always makes sure you have a blanket when you fall asleep at your desk, even though no one else gets that treatment.

And the worst part?

Now that you’re paying attention, everyone else is too.

“I swear, it’s like they’re married” one soldier mutters.

“They finish each other’s sentences” another whispers.

“Bet they don’t even realize” someone else chuckles.

You groan and drop your head onto the table.

Sabo, sitting beside you, blinks “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing” you mumble.

He frowns, then wordlessly slides his drink toward you.

You stare at it “…Did you just give me your drink?”

He shrugs “You like it more than I do.”

You glance around. Several soldiers are watching now, smirking.

Slowly, you push the drink back to him.

Sabo looks confused “You don’t want it?”

Your face burns “Nope. I’m fine.”

He tilts his head, then shrugs and takes a sip.

The others snicker.

You sigh.

Later that night, you sit beside him on the rooftop, watching the stars.

“Sabo,” you say carefully “do we… act like a couple?”

He hums “Why?”

“People keep saying we do.”

Sabo leans back on his hands, thinking. Then he smiles “I guess I can see why.”

Your heart skips a beat “You can?”

“Well, we’re always together,” he says easily “I trust you more than anyone. You take care of me, I take care of you. Feels normal.”

You stare at him “That’s… kind of a couple thing, don’t you think?”

Sabo looks at you for a long moment. Then he smirks.

“Well,” he says, voice teasing but gentle “do you want it to be?”

Your breath catches.

And suddenly, the answer seems obvious.

Sabo has always been easy to be around.

You never have to force a conversation. Never have to second-guess his presence.

He’s just there, a steady warmth beside you, the hand that always steadies your back when you walk through the Revolutionary camp, the person you find yourself naturally leaning against when you’re tired.

And the thing is?

He never pulls away.

Even now, sitting beside you near the fire after a long day, his arm rests lightly along the back of your seat. Close enough to feel, but not demanding.

It’s natural.

But tonight, something’s different.

There’s a quiet between you, not uncomfortable, but charged with something unsaid.

You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly your head is resting against his shoulder, and instead of shifting away, Sabo just exhales softly, tilting his head against yours.

You close your eyes, feeling the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

“…I like this” you murmur, barely thinking.

Sabo hums “Me too” A pause. Then... “I always have.”

Your heart stutters.

Slowly, you lift your head, turning just enough to meet his gaze.

His expression is calm, too calm, like he’s waiting for you to understand something he’s known for a long time.

And you do.

Because of course it was always him.

You don’t say anything. You don’t need to.

Instead, you reach up, gently tracing your fingers along his jaw.

Sabo closes his eyes briefly at the touch before opening them again, watching you with something unreadable, something deep.

Then, without hesitation, he leans in.

The kiss is slow, certain.

It’s not rushed, not desperate because this was never a question.

It was always going to be this.

When you part, Sabo lingers, his forehead resting against yours.

His hand finds yours, fingers lacing together easily.

“…Feels like we should’ve done that a long time ago” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours.

You smile “Maybe. But I think we got here at the right time.”

Sabo chuckles softly, squeezing your hand “Yeah. I think so too.”

And when he kisses you again, it feels like something that was simply meant to be.

[clare-875]

Where I Belong (Luffy x Reader)

Pairings: Luffy x Female Reader (+ Strawhats and Reader) Summary: After a bad encounter with past friends, you just want your boyfriend and your crew. Warnings: Hurt, Comfort, mean friends, bullying [One Piece Masterlist] _____

When you returned to the Sunny, you didn't expect to feel so heavy and self-decrepit; you honestly expected the opposite.

When Nami informed you that the next island you would visit was your hometown, you had been ecstatic, instantly writing to your childhood friends in the hopes that you could meet up in the short time you were there. Your heart thrummed with the anticipation of being back on land you knew and breathing the nostalgic air of home. When you had gone to tell Luffy the news, he had joined in on your enthusiasm, grinning wide as you told him all you missed and all you hoped to see.

It had been several years since you had left the island and town you grew up in as a child. Orphaned at a young age, the people of the village had all become your caretakers in a way. They all adored you, a sign that the parents you have little recollection of were also adored before they passed away, and you had grown close to most who resided there. But you shared no deeper connection than the one you shared with your friends.

From the early stages of your childhood and into your teenage life, they had been the backbone of your delight in adventures, and the joyous memories spent despite being left with little place to call home. You would spend much of your time travelling areas of the island you had yet to explore, running in meadows on the back end of town, and giving puppy eyes to cafe owners who would spare you sweet treats. In later years you would gossip about boys, laugh at inside jokes, share in troubles and secrets and happiness.

When you had left your island, the goodbyes had been tearful, and bittersweet. Luffy offered all you had wished for since childhood: adventure, devotion, and answers about the world. With your mysterious devil fruit powers and harbouring an unnatural strength, you would be an asset to the straw-hat crew just as much as the crew would be an asset to you. That didn't make it harder to hug your friends goodbye or wave to them atop a ship that takes you far away. And as much as you adore your life now as a pirate on the sea, you could not help but reminisce.

You missed them, and you could not wait to see them again.

Upon arriving on your island, your senses instantly fill with a vibrancy and an air you had missed. "Come on!!" Your crewmates had smiled wide at your enthusiasm, basically dragging Luffy from the ship; a stark contrast to how he would usually be the one dragging you to islands. In an instant, the townsfolk had gathered, seeing a familiar straw hat and the young woman - a little bit older now - they said goodbye to several years prior, now back home.

"[y/n]!!"

"Welcome home!!"

"How long are you staying!?"

You smile tearful smiles as you greet the villagers who are all alive, safe and well. Familiar faces gather in your vision; the island's renowned cook, waitresses from cafes, shopkeepers and old family friends. They all seem so happy to see you and proud of the accomplishments they have read of in newspapers that travel the sea. '[y/n] [l/n], pirate of the Strawhat crew.' You were surprised by their support of your role as a pirate but it only amplified the nostalgia and warming feeling in your heart as you greeted them.

In fact, the only people absent were the childhood friends you hoped to see.

As people dispersed and gave you space, the local bookshop owner assured you that your friends were somewhere close by and that you would surely bump into them soon. Taking his words in confidence you had turned to your crew who had all been smiling and looking on fondly at the sight of your reunion with the townspeople.

"All right, let me show you guys around!"

You had taken your friends around the island, allowing them to see and explore the town that raised you as a child. They smiled when you spoke to them of the different places and what they meant to you, took suggestions on where to explore to heart and seemed genuinely happy to see where you had grown up.

"The restaurant where [y/n]-swan used to eat- The house that [y/n]-swan used to live- The shop where [y/n]-swan used to-"

"Oi, shut up, cook!!"

"Shi shi shi, this place is so cool [y/n]!!"

You grin as your friends seem to enjoy and appreciate the place you adored just as much as you. Sanji swooning over everything that had something to do with you, Zoro eying the liquor store down the street, Robin taking interest in the ancient books the island held, Brook in the music, Franky in the strange inventions, the list could go on. Your heart warmed at the sight of your makeshift family, getting along so well with the family that raised you. Luffy especially seemed excited to explore the island he visited before, keen to try the food that it was famous for.

"And that's about it! You guys can go and explore on your own now if you-"

Your words stumble to a halt when you see three familiar figures approaching you, grins wide and hands in the air in greeting.

"Hey [y/n]!! Is that you?"

Your smile instantly enlightens your face as you turn from your crew briefly. And sure enough, your old friends are waving to you in greeting, eyes gleaming in their joy to see you again.

"It's been so long!!"

They instantly envelop you in a hug, filling the air with their questions on where you have been, and what you have been up to, and finally turning to your crewmates who smile wide at the company of those you have talked fondly about. Of course, they know of your friends, you would often speak of the adventures you went on and the times you spent together to whatever crewmate would listen.

"And this must be the famous Strawhat crew!!"

"Yep! Guys, these are my childhood friends I always tell you about!"

Your friends turn to your crewmates, eyes shining in awe at the crew you were a part of, now infamous due to the battles you won and the strength that every individual pulled. You smile proudly at the sight of your friends greeting your other friends, the compliments thrown and the sheepish laughter of crewmates as they thank them for looking after you.

"Shi shi shi, alright!! It's time for food now!!"

Your boyfriend wraps his arms around you suddenly, grinning wide as he tries to pull you to the restaurant on the island he adores as much as you do. You roll your eyes, but other crewmembers also perk up.

"Actually, I was gonna check out the bookstore."

"And I should grab some groceries-"

"Those inventions earlier looked SUPERRR, I was gonna go check them out!!"

Nami smiles to you emphatically, as she grabs Luffy's ear and drags him from you. "Ow!! Nami!!" She pays him no mind, however, and turns to you and your friends once more.

"Why don't you go catch up with your friends [y/n]? I'll take Luffy to the restaurant and we'll probably be around town anyway."

"But I want to go with [y/n]- Ow!!"

You smile wide at Nami's understanding that you had missed your friends and hoped to catch up. Other crewmembers nod in encouragement.

"Yeah, [y/n]! You should go, we'll be around here if you need us!"

Chopper smiles happily at you and you hesitate at Luffy's crestfallen expression, but ultimately take the invitation.

"Okay, thanks, guys!!"

"Take your time, we'll be here until tomorrow morning!"

Nami continues to drag Luffy away in bright words and smiles, as the Strawhat crew wave and disperse to the areas that each ignited curiosity in them. Luffy pouts, telling you to not be too long but ultimately persuaded that the food at the restaurant could keep him company for the time you spent away. And in their absence, you turn to your friends eager to hear what you had missed in the years spent at sea.

The beginning goes as you expected, courteous questions, still tentative in the presence of friends you had not seen in a while.

"So, how have you been, [y/n]?"

"How's life at sea?"

And to the questions you received, you replied in the same manner, still joyous, seeing your friends once more. Time away with the future pirate king did mean leaving a life you had grown so attached to behind but in its place, the Sunny became your temporary home. You still missed the simplicity of life on the quaint island you resided in, and seeing your friends ignited memories of the times you spent together.

"I've been doing great!! So many cool adventures, I don't even know where to start-"

You had thought your keenness in the stories you told of the adventures at sea would be received with the same enthusiasm. After all, you had spent so much time away and shared a heartfelt goodbye before you left the island. However, the longer you spoke of your adventures and the longer you spoke of Luffy and your crew, the more their upturned lips started to turn downwards. Their gaze on you started to waver, and in the absence of your crewmates as they walked to restaurants or looked to places around the island, their interest in you also started to falter.

"-and then, you wouldn't believe. But Luffy, he changed gears and punched him through-"

"Yeah, yeah, that sounds great [y/n], but we were actually going to go to the shops right about now."

You pause, surprised by the abruptness of your friend who interrupts the words from your mouth. Suddenly, flustered and thinking you have talked too much (though having only spoken a few sentences), you instantly quietened and nodded in inclined understanding.

"Oh, yeah! Of course, don't let me stop you guys! Where were we thinking of going? I remember that clothing store down the road to that cafe we liked-"

"Oh... you wanted to come too?"

You frown as they interrupt once more, the vibrant air suddenly dwindling with what their words imply, or the feeling you suddenly did not belong in a space you were so sure you did.

"I mean, I thought we could catch up! It's been a while right?"

Your words are less confident than you hoped, lingering with the hesitance that matched the sudden weight of your thoughts. You watch as your friends look at each other, the same hesitance on their faces making you more confused as to why they are acting this way. They seem to share thoughts between their eyes, but ultimately they seem to come to a silent agreement.

"Okay."

But the day that passed had been nothing like what you were used to, and the friends you thought you knew acted nothing like the friends you spent your childhood with. It seemed like an invisible wall was put between you and them, and you followed behind them as you travelled the streets and to the shops. You hear them talk of dinner plans, of meeting people and of events they do not bother explaining to you. They laugh at jokes you don't understand, pass you a sympathetic smile and words like, "You just had to be there," and, "Oh, sorry [y/n], you wouldn't understand, would you?"

And you didn't know exactly why, but those words hit harder than the times they would ignore you as they picked out clothes and giggled with each other. Or when they went through stores and chose jewellery for an event that would take place a week from the current day. Or when they seemed to talk in whispers and not let you in. Each time they acted like you were a fly on the wall, invisible to them though you spent the whole day with them. Suggestions from you to visit the meadow, or go to cafes you so missed fell on deaf ears and all you received were hums and, "Oh, we don't go there anymore."

Your heart felt heavy and the day was long. You tried to convince yourself that this was just what happens when you don't see friends in a while. They grow, they move on. But you also remember how often you spent missing your friends, how you wrote to them even with their sparse replies, or how you cherished and held the memories of them so dear. And now, you see them trying to get rid of you silently, push you away from the circle they made, and their initial interest in your happenings as a pirate had long gone.

It seemed, their interest in you had gone.

But the worst was when you had left to use the bathroom. When you had gone briefly and returned to your friends who looked at dresses, the afternoon sun was already falling to the ground. You were surprised at how the day had passed unbeknownst to you when it had felt so long. You wonder what Luffy was doing, and how Nami was doing taking care of your boyfriend while you were away. He didn't necessarily need to be taken care of, but the two of you often explored islands together and you wondered if he missed you as you missed him.

When you had passed through rows of clothing and were walking past patrons to your friends, you heard your name amongst words you know you shouldn't have heard.

"Damn, was [y/n] always like this?"

"Beats me, do you see the letters she sends us like she's better than us, travelling the sea with the Strawhats."

"Yeah, it's still a wonder they let her join. I only went up to her 'cause I wanted to see if her crewmates were worth all the hype they're getting..."

"Right?! Why did she have to send them away?"

You freeze, still hidden from your friends' view by a clothes rack that impairs their vision. Stomach churning at the words you hear slip past their lips. Your eyes widen, as though you do not see them, your name and their voices confirm it is they who speak to you like a stranger they ridicule, and in such a way that makes your heart sink. Your childhood friends, who you had placed such value in, mocked you for your life choices, and your role on the Strawhat crew, and hoped only to use you to get closer to your infamous crew.

"Did you see the swordsman? Zoro, I think it was? Talk about muscle..."

"And omg, Nami's sense of fashion is just so good, I wish I could've had her tag along instead of-"

It is then that you step forward past the racks, and your friends perk up at your sudden movements, words dying on their tongues. But you try to keep a neutral expression, despite the breaking of your heart. They seem to be convinced you have heard nothing as they wait a moment for you to say something.

"I-I think I'm gonna go now. I don't wanna keep my crew waiting."

Again, your words are hesitant, low but you keep them sturdy enough to sound like a genuine concern you are going to adhere to. Instantly, your friends stand, giving you more attention than they did the whole day.

"Oh, really? Are you sure you don't wanna stay? You could come for dinner, maybe even invite your crew-"

"It's fine."

You smile, straining against your cheeks as you do, hoping your lips have upturned enough to contain the falsity of your expression.

"Thanks for today though, it was nice seeing you guys again."

Words slip your lips almost robotically, hands numb as you feel your friends awkwardly hug you and say their goodbyes. You faintly remember them waving and muttering words like, "Good luck," and "We'll see you next time," but as your legs pull you free from the stuffiness of the store it is like your numbness comes undone. Raging feelings course through your body, and suddenly a line of tears lay on your lower lashline.

You curse yourself.

You hate the way you have been so excited to see your friends when clearly the same sentiment was not returned. You hate the way you wrote to them and reminisced about them and spoke to your crew so fondly of them. You hate the way they have such influence over your joy and the disappointment that drips into your system because of their words and actions. You had spent the whole day with people who barely spared you any mind, when you could've been with Luffy and your true friends, showing them your home town.

Luffy.

Suddenly, and perhaps, more than ever, you crave your boyfriend's presence and his wide smile. And so, you walk through the streets you used to adore, now burdened with the day you spent. Smiling half-heartedly at townsfolk who recognise you and bid their greetings, travelling concrete roads that glow with the sunset, walking familiar paths to the Sunny that was silent on the sea. A moment passes when you look up at the sight, remembering when Luffy had asked you to join him. The image of the ship was parallel to the day you joined the Strawhats: you were on the island looking at the Going Merry and making a decision that would change your life.

You walk, up to the deck, confused about the silence until you hear a yell from inside the kitchen.

"LUFFY!! What are you doing!! That's for [y/n]!!!"

"But I'm hungryyy!! She won't mind, she always shares with me!!"

"You ate at the restaurant!!"

When you open the door, you are met by the sight of Nami trying to wrangle food from Luffy's clutches. You recognised the meal as something your favourite restaurant makes, it was your favourite meal, and something you missed dearly, along with the island. There are two beats of silence until Luffy turns, face suddenly going from frustrated to a wide grin the instant he notices you.

"[y/n]!!"

Luffy jumps from the spot where he had been trying to steal food from Nami, instantly enveloping you in a hug that takes you stumbling back a few steps. Nami sighs loudly before putting the packed meal on the counter and stomping outside the kitchen.

"Idiot... I'll be on the island with the crew!!"

She doesn't wait for your reply and leaves the kitchen in abrupt frustration. Luffy doesn't seem to mind her absence though as he lifts his head from where he embraces you, a smile tugging against the corners of his lips. Still downtrodden from the day's events and trials, you take the sight in and feel the weight of the day fall onto you and disappear at the same time. Tears start to line your eyes once more, but you hold them in, unfortunately for you, however, Luffy notices your quiet and despondency.

"[y/n]? What's wrong?"

He releases you from his deathly embrace as he looks at you seriously. You on the other hand laugh softly as you shake your head, suddenly relieved to be with your boyfriend and away from the friends who made you feel so awful about yourself.

"Nothing's wrong... I just missed you."

Luffy hums in contemplation, staring and tilting his head for several moments as though analysing your features for a trace of a lie. But you guess your words are not a lie. You did miss him after all, more than ever when you were with your childhood friends; a burden and outcast. Your smile is still on your lips, and though sadder than usual, Luffy decides to trust you, as he matches your expression with a grin.

"I missed you too!! Look, we got something for you."

Luffy instantly turns to the counter where Nami just put the meal she claimed to have gotten you. Luffy smiles cheekily as he hands it to you. You smile at the gesture, it was a massive assortment of foods the local chef knew you adored.

"Wanna eat together?"

You don't even have to ask as Luffy jumps on a chair by the dining room table, eagerly waiting for you to join him. However, he must've sensed something was off with you because instead of going straight into the meal, he watches as you unpack it carefully. There was more food than you thought there would be, so you were glad you had enlisted your boyfriend's help to devour it. You pick up your fork and take a bite, savouring the way the food melts in your mouth, and ignites feelings of nostalgia buried so deep within you that it almost makes you cry.

"Luffy, this is sooo good!!"

"Really!?"

You turn and grin, but are taken aback when you witness the way Luffy is smiling to you. It is in a way that seems gentler, and softer than usual. There is adoration in his eyes like you were the treasure he searched the seas for, but hidden within are also the depths of understanding you do not usually see. It is instantly diminished, however, as he clutches a fork and takes a bite of the meal himself, face brightening at the taste. However, as he speaks there is a serious undertone that makes you think that maybe he was not so quick to diminish your sullen behaviour earlier.

"Your friends... They weren't nice to you, were they?"

You freeze and look to your Captain who looks from the food to you imploringly, a serious glint in his eyes, but a sad smile on his face.

"What do you-"

"You only look like that, when you had a bad day."

Luffy's lips turn to a frown now as he bites into the meal and lets the silence linger between the two of you. Still surprised by his words, but also moved by the way your oblivious captain seems to understand you to no end, you smile softly despite the tears that fall from your eyes, now unstoppable. Luffy still looks at you in concern, as he witnesses the upturn of your lips, and the falling of tears, and he waits for the words you speak softly.

"Yeah. They were different, changed, and maybe this isn't the home it used to be..."

You look to your boyfriend who remains patiently waiting for you to finish speaking your thoughts. You remember back to when you accepted his offer to join the crew. You recall the adventures you went on, your beloved crewmates and how so many had joined and how you had all come so much closer, like the family you never had. You remember confusing love confessions due to Luffy's inability to understand his feelings.

You remember the depths of care your boyfriend held throughout the entirety of your relationship.

How he would listen when you spoke of your adventures, lured in by the spark in your eyes when you talked of something enthusiastically. How he would laugh and smile and never make you feel excluded from the company around you. How he treated you and his nakama with such importance and faith. The stark contrast to what you experienced today.

"... but it's okay. The crew is my home now."

You smile and Luffy's eyes widen for a second before he grins, his same, wide and unfaltering smile. The two of you share in your gaze once more before Luffy takes his Strwaht and places it on your head. It fits snugly atop your hair, but more so there lingers the symbol that you were accepted, loved, and adored by the man you sit beside. Smiles linger as the both of you continue to dig into the meal in front of you and soon, crewmates come back to the ship and greet you in their pure, true contentment.

"Hey [y/n]!!"

"Damn [y/n], you never told us how SUPERRR your island is!"

"I had a lovely time."

“So many cute dresses!!”

As you watch your crewmates gather around the table, their own meals in hand no doubt by the local cook who provided them, you let the heaviness of your heart dissipate for a while. Whilst this island still holds memories and places you adore, with people you still hold dear, it felt like for the first time in a long time, you know where you belong.

[haerenven]

Hi hi!! I love your writing so much ♡ I was wondering if I could possibly ask for ace, Sanji, Zoro, law, kidd (or whoever you would like) and the sweet nothings they like to whisper to reader. Like through out the day to see their reaction or late night when they are both drifting of to sleep.

Pairings. P.D.Ace - R.Zoro - V.Sanji - T.Law - E.Kid

Summary. Words can make you wet

— (a/n): thank you for your request, honey. I actually loved it so much, request are open.

Portgas D. Ace

Ace is the kind of man who can turn anything into a game, even love. He doesn’t just whisper sweet nothings—he gets a kick out of watching your reactions, saying things just to see the way your lips twitch or your eyes roll. So, when he leans in, voice lazy and warm, grinning against your ear, you already know whatever comes next is going to make you want to smack him.

“You ever notice how every time I touch you, you get all stiff like I caught you thinking something you shouldn’t?” His hand is already trailing up your arm, fingers featherlight and deliberately slow, laughing under his breath when you swat him away. “Yeah, just like that. Cute.”

He’s impossible, all teasing heat and cocky amusement, and he loves knowing exactly how to push your buttons. But just when you think he’s done, when you roll away and mutter something under your breath, he shifts closer, voice dropping lower, enough to make something coil hot in your stomach.

“But, y’know…” He hums, watching you through half-lidded eyes, “I like it better when you stop pretending and just let me hear those pretty sounds you make when you’re too lost in me to care.”

Your breath catches, and Ace? He just grins, triumphant.

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro doesn’t do flowery words. He’s not poetic, not someone who spills grand declarations. When he speaks, it’s because he means it, and when he chooses to say something, it hits like a well-placed strike—precise, powerful, and enough to leave you reeling.

So when you’re curled against him at night, his arm thrown over you in that lazy, possessive way of his, and he suddenly mutters, “Tch. You ruin me, y’know that?”—your brain short circuits.

You shift to look up at him, half convinced you misheard, but he’s already got his eyes closed like he didn’t just say something that made your stomach twist.

“…What?”

His grip tightens, like he’s already annoyed at having to repeat himself. “You heard me,” he grumbles, voice rough with exhaustion, then—after a beat—“Not saying it again.”

And that’s it. No grand speech. No elaboration. Just that single, gruff confession, tossed out like an afterthought but hitting you like a damn earthquake.

You stare at him, trying to figure out whether to be exasperated or completely wrecked, but he just pulls you closer, buries his face against your neck, and within seconds, he’s out. Meanwhile, you’re lying there, wide awake, heart hammering, completely ruined—just like he said.

Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji doesn’t whisper sweet nothings because he thinks they’ll make you blush. He does it because he knows they will, and because he craves every little reaction like a man starved.

So when you’re standing in the kitchen, minding your business, and you feel him sidle up behind you, his breath warm against your ear, you already know he’s up to something.

“You know, cherie,” he muses, voice dripping with that signature charm, “I’ve seen men start wars over the mere idea of a woman like you, and yet here I stand, the luckiest fool in the world, holding something no king could ever claim.”

Your fingers falter over the plate in your hands, heat crawling up your neck, but before you can even think of a response, he takes your wrist, guiding your hand up to his lips.

“And the cruelest part?” His lips brush over your knuckles, just barely. “I don’t think you even realize the power you have over me.”

You don’t answer—can’t answer, not with the way your breath stutters and your heart is threatening to burst out of your chest. And Sanji? He just smirks, watching your expression with something dangerously smug.

“Mmm… Thought so,” he chuckles, stepping back. “I’ll leave you to think about that one, ma belle.”

And then he’s gone, just like that, leaving you standing there, still gripping the plate, absolutely wrecked.

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Law doesn’t talk just to fill the silence. When he says something, it’s because he’s already thought it through, weighed the value of his words, and decided they were worth sharing. And when it comes to you, his words come sparingly—but when they do, they stick.

So when the two of you are lying in his quarters, the hum of the ship beneath you, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your cheek, you don’t expect him to speak. He rarely does in moments like this. But then—

“If I lost you, I wouldn’t replace you.”

You freeze. Not because of what he said, but because of how he said it—calm, quiet, a simple fact. It settles deep into your chest, something final, unshakable.

You lift your head to look at him, but his gaze is already on you, dark and unreadable. “Law—”

“I mean it,” he cuts you off, voice even. “I don’t believe in irreplaceable things. People die. Things break. The world moves on.” A pause. A breath. And then—soft, certain—”But not you.”

You swallow hard, something thick lodging in your throat. And Law? He just watches you a second longer before exhaling, pulling you back against his chest like the conversation is already over. Like he hasn’t just branded those words into your soul.

And maybe that’s the worst part—he has no idea what he’s just done to you.

Eustass Kid

Kid doesn’t do soft. Doesn’t do sentimental. But he does you, and that means his version of sweet nothings comes with sharp edges, rough hands, and a voice that commands rather than coaxes.

So when he grabs your chin one day, tilts your head up so you have no choice but to meet his gaze, you expect some cocky remark. What you don’t expect is—

“Yeah, you’re a pain in the ass.”

You blink. “Excuse me?”

His grip tightens, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath hitch. “You heard me.” His eyes flick over your face, and then he smirks—smirks—like he knows exactly what he’s about to do to you.

“And yet, somehow, every time I look at you, I wanna ruin something.”

Your stomach flips, your brain short-circuits, and Kid? Kid just chuckles low in his throat, thumb swiping over your bottom lip before he releases you.

“Yeah. That’s the look I was waiting for.”

And then he just walks away, leaving you standing there, pulse hammering, feeling more thoroughly destroyed than if he had whispered the filthiest thing imaginable.

[agender-wolfie]

I need to be put in a headlock and prone boned until I’m fucked dumb all while being called a “good baby”… pls 🥹

[fanaticsnail]

Shy Chronicler’s Journal

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 2,600+

Synopsis: After a heated moment in the midst of a large battle had you feeling less than, you took to your job to notate exactly what occurred within the fight. Finding it hard to concentrate on not using biassed language, you let it out verbally while unaware of the ears hanging on your every word.

Themes: Zoro x gn!reader, shy!reader, angst (hurt / comfort, arguing), no prior relationship, love confession, swearing, sfw, kiss, angry, crying, fluff, opla Zoro pictures while writing.

Notes: Happy birthday, little mermaid. I hope your day becomes all the better by the broody mosshead being all swoony after being a prick, @mermaniaa. Love, Snail.

“Out of the way!”

“Move!”

“Watch it!”

“It’s dangerous, what are you doing out here?”

The ricocheting of these sentiments lingered in your mind's eye the longer you attempted to focus on your note paper. Soft crashes of the waves blowing seaspray over the hull did nothing to dull the voice of the man lingering in your head presently. His presence in your mind didn’t have the common decency for paying Berry for his stay, simply thriving in your already clouding thoughts.

Travelling aboard the Thousand Sunny as ships chronicler was not the path you had ever presumed to settle on. You were no fighter, no experienced sailor, nor had you any interest in pursuing such an endeavor - but your captain had decided that he wanted you on board. Whatever Monkey D Luffy wanted, Monkey D Luffy would get - and this included you joining the Straw Hat Pirates as their official chronicler.

Whether intended or not, a small growl began to rise in your throat as your hands lingered over the satin ribbon marking your chronicler’s journal. Green. Mossy. The color of the hair of the man who held residency within your repeated memory of the battle that just occurred. Hastily thumbing the tab away from his slot, you took less care in using your usually ornate handwriting and simply stated the facts as they returned to you as unbiased as you could make it while speaking it aloud.

“Roronoa Zoro, first mate aboard the Thousand Sunny, took the initiative to bark orders-, no,” you paused, scratching out the former words before continuing to write, “Took the initiative to remove the ship’s chronicler from the heat of battle by being a massive prick-, no I can't do that either. Urgh!” Scribbles continued to traverse the page while you formulated your entry, unaware of the eyes focussing on your lips each time you spoke.

“Roronoa Zoro, first mate aboard the Thousand Sunny…” you began, once again allowing your emotions to get the better of you and prompting you to snap your journal shut, “And massive pain in the ass, decided my presence was not only distracting on the battlefield, but unwanted. He thinks I’m a piece of shit who does nothing to better the crew-.”

“-What are you harping on about?” you heard your name called to finish that sentence as heavy bootheels trod along the wooden floorboards towards your position in the rec room of the ship. ���Pain in the ass, what? For trying to make sure you stay safe? That it?”

A large huff left your lips as you felt your temper begin to simmer further to a soft flurry of rapid bubbles. You curled your upper lip in disgust, scrunching your hands around your journal while you rose to stand.

“You are, Roronoa Zoro,” you spat angrily towards the green-haired swordsman, “The largest pain in the ass for thinking me incapable of protecting myself in battle. What are you even doing here, anyway?”

Zoro’s brows lowered as his eyes matched the energy rising in you, depicting his own fury growing in his usually level-head. Stepping closer to your proximity, his toes almost met with yours as he angled his chin to the side.

“Well excuse me, scribbler. I was under the impression that you were a shy chronicler, that was a civilian before joining us, not a formidable warrior capable of handling battles beyond the best of us,” he snarled down in response, “What was I meant to do? Watch you get decapitated by a giant? Have your entrails spattered over the wall? And I’m here,” he clicked his tongue with his sarcastic smirk upticking at the corner, “Because this is the ‘rec room’. It’s a public space, and I’m gonna use the rec room in the way I want to.”

“I’m using this space to work in right now,” you sneer back up to him. Clutching the journal in your hands, you shove the leather cover into his broad, bare chest in a quick jab, “You know very well that I can step out of the way and avoid combat, swordsman. You were just being an asshole about it by yelling commands at me.” The slab of muscles does not back up, nor respond in any other way than a small ripple in his pectorals.

“You have anywhere else to use in the ship for work. Pick one. I’m using the rec room, so get out and let me use it,” he swelled his chest, puffing out his body defensively and using his greater diameter in a bid to intimidate you, “You weren’t gonna make it in time if I didn’t yell to distract the giant. If that makes me a prick, whatever. Call me what you want.”

“I’m not some defenceless and useless waste of space on this ship-.”

“-I never said you were. Where did I say you were?” He cut you off as easily as if he used Enma to cleave your words where they stood, “Go on, Chronicler. Open your little diary and show me where I ever used those words.”

The rapid flutter in your heart only increased as your and Zoro’s faces began to dampen with the rush of heat rising in your cheeks. Your eyes were wild, as were his. Your body had began to shudder with rage the longer he used your job and title to throw back into your face how useless you felt in a crew of legitimate monsters and impressive fighters. Luffy, Sanji and Zoro were referred to as the ‘monster trio’ of all things - and you continued to be made to feel less than by how far they had come in feats of battle.

You were just a chronicler, and Zoro had a knack for reminding you your place by simply ordering you away.

“There’s too many words in here your meat head wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Do I need to teach you how to read, or are you going to sit still while I read it to you?” You retort with the quip to your upper lip. Zoro’s breath caught as he choked on an angry exhale.

“You gonna stand here talking about it, or are you gonna open the damn book already?” he pressed his head to yours without a hard impact and pushed against your head in a soft shove. Your breath hitched as the warm sting of tears began to tug at your lash line.

The nervous reaction you were plagued with on being hit with conflict was this horrible response your body made against your will. The warmth in your emotions had finally began to expel from your eyes and drip over your cheeks. You were not upset, you were not emotional, your anger had simply manifested itself in the floodgates in your tear ducts and trickled over your skin towards your chin.

Zoro’s reaction to his own anger was to tackle the issue head on. Using his underlying physical need to fight, and knowing you were no fighter, held him in this impasse where he had no idea how to respond. With Sanji, he would simply fight him: usually why he picked at him so much. With you, the shy chronicler who managed to tug the ropes binding his heart towards you, had him choke on his emotions and unable to express them in the way he knew best.

Ignoring his better judgement and using the contact he had already placed against your head, he simply tilted his head and collided his lips with yours in a messy and passionate kiss. The shock caused your angry tears to halt their spill and dry up. Eyes wide in shock, you noticed the deep furrow in Zoro’s brows as his hands moved to splay his fingers over your lower back and grip you firmly. His own breath caught in every motion as he held you steady.

The kiss only deepened in intensity as you released the hard grip on your journal. Falling to the ground in a heavy thud, you immediately refused to have this be a fight you could lose. Your hands easily drew themselves over his shoulders, scruffing the wisps of green growing at the nape of his neck and grinding your fingertips into his scalp. Tilting your head, you used your teeth to tug at his lower lip before releasing it in favor of sliding your tongue over it to soothe the ache.

Zoro surprised not only you, but himself with the moan that fled him in response to your actions. His hands only bunched your top in a balled grip to draw you in closer, lifting you up and rolling his chin to change the angle of his hard kiss. Your thighs easily hooked over his hips and interlocked your ankles at the back.

“You make me so angry,” you growl into his lips, “I can’t take how much you hate me.”

At that, the kiss ended as hastily as it began. Zoro released you from him, reacting as if he was burnt by your skin and wincing back with a hiss. Your anger was temporarily satiated by your honesty flinging out into the open.

“Hate you? I-...” Zoro halted his speech. Darting his eyes between you and the ground, he looked to your leather-bound journal and reached for it. Clutching it in his hands after stooping down low, he opened the page to his section etched within its pages. “...Read out this section to me. This one right here. The one that starts with: ‘Today marks the first month sailing aboard the Thousand Sunny’. See, I can read. Now you read it to me.”

Your hands skimmed over his as he passed you your journal. Avoiding his eyes and those kiss-blown lips, you focussed on the words you etched in so long ago. Following the dates and the logs, you looked down at the page and took a large breath in before you began to read.

“Today marks the first month sailing aboard the Thousand Sunny as our new vessel. Tensions were at an all-time high as we all mourned the loss of the Going Merry in our own way,” you read aloud, ignoring the presence of Zoro in front of you as he slowly drew up his hand to cover yours beneath the book.

“The crew all aside from Roronoa Zoro have been allowing their tears to fall freely,” you continued as the pad of Zoro’s thumb rubbed across your knuckle, “But the way he seems to be mourning is by drawing a closer proximity to support others. Physical touch is the language Zoro seems to feel comfortable expressing the most: as seen with his closeness to ships doctor, Chopper and-...”

“...and?” His voice was soft, caring, and laboured with a soft pant of his breath as he caught it from the actions shared between you.

“...And ships chronicler.” You concluded with the mention of your full name as you did Zoro’s moments prior, “His desire to protect and ensure the safety of those he cares for-.”

“-Loves.”

The world grew thick between you as he cut your unbiased chronicling to a close. Eyes both lost their focus on the words beneath your gaze as they met one anothers once more. Fury and rage had melted between you, and in its stead was this new feeling of anxiousness with fear of rejection rising in the tide.

“...Loves,” you whisper softly, darting your eyes between the deep caramel of his dark orbs, your own eyes rounded and innocent as you asked him the underlying question. He moves his hand from yours to your forearms, slowly allowing the luxury of his fingers gently squeezing around your skin. Slowly leaning down, he gently brushes his nose against your own with a genuine smile rising on his lips.

“Why do you think I try so hard to protect you all the time, whether you want it or not,” he chuckled down at you, clicking his tongue and shaking his head against yours before pulling away. “It’s not because you can’t fight. I just… Didn’t know how to tell you. I never thought sayin’ nothin’ would make you think I hate you. I don’t. I really don’t. The word you’re lookin’ for in the place of ‘cares for’ is loves, when it comes to you.”

With the book in your one hand, you press both hands against your chest and feel the steady flutter of his heartbeat rising beneath your palms. The rising thrum against your skin only grew more intense as you leant up and into his embrace.

“Does this mean you're not going to fight with me any more? Tell me what to do when we're going into battle?” Your timid smile gathered in a gentle purse of your lips, “Or growl at me?”

Zoro’s smile grew as his flushed chest spread a subtle pink up his neck to pool back in his cheeks and tips of his ears. Leaning down towards you, his narrowing eyes draw up a playful fire you had come to expect lingering beneath the hues of brown.

“You might want me to growl at you,” he purred towards your smaller form, “But I'll save that for special occasions.” Moving his face forward, he tilted his head and pressed his lips against your cheek in a soft kiss. The brief contact was enough to make your heart swell and soar, flying away with him as he withdrew from your skin.

Spending a moment, simply lingering in the silence between you, Zoro took a moment to study you. His eyes mapped your features from the crown of your head, to your ears, down to that soft part in your lips as you breathed him in - committing this moment to be within his memory to recall at a single notice.

In this moment, just as you were right now, he saw it. That single look that initially took him from his comfort and tied him to the rafters. That single look that removed him as a free man and held his very breath hostage. That single look that he found behind his eyes as he drew into blissful slumber, and that single look that flew as whisps and vapour as he rose from his rest.

You.

The shy chronicler.

The person that held his heart, that he would always see protected when the heat of the fight eclipsed all else. He saw his heart as a tangible being, as you, beating and breathing in synchrony as it morphed into your own. He saw his world, his future, in that single look, and his desire to have you continue to look at him like that only grew within the silence he met you with.

Huffing in exasperation, you shook your head and rolled your eyes before tracing his pectoral with your free fingertips. A small smile crawled its way over your lips as you leaned into his embrace.

“Are you going to just stare at me, or are you going to show me that growl you promised?” you quip up at him. His demeanor only increased as his boldness grew, snapping out of his mild hypnosis swirling within his mind’s eye.

“Is it a special occasion?” He uttered with some cheek down at you, drawing a small giggle out of your chest in reaction to his warmth. You avoided his eyes, immediately being refocussed by his hand beneath your chin to elevate your expression. All you could do is nod shyly up at the swordsman while granting him that smile that had him internally fall to his knees - prompting him to speak as freely as his mind permitted him within the fog of thick emotions.

Clicking his tongue, he splayed his hand over your cheek, thumbing over the apple located within and drawing his breath ever closer to yours. Just before his lips and yours melded beneath the heated moment his fore actions promised, he uttered as simply as the words found him.

“Come on, scribbler. You know you can’t just challenge me and expect to get away with it.”

“I don’t see you enacting punishment any time soon, Zoro.”

Lips softly enveloped your own, slowly closing each swell of passion into your lips. The rec room, the journal, the argument, the confession all became naught but a distant memory as your lips became one flesh with the pirate who would inevitably steal your heart the way you so wholly claimed his.

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[nanamimizz]

tags: 18+ minors dni / fem reader / reader is drunk / hair that can be touched / m!receiving oral / deepthroating / cum swallowing / nipple play / mild exhibition / - let me know if i missed something.

author's note: this was not meant to be 2k. 🚬

It’s a party - Luffy got into one of his moods, the ones where he doesn’t care about what anyone else thinks and just does whatever he wants. And tonight he wanted a party with plenty of food and juice and music. Brook has been on overtime, clearing enjoying himself on the stage has he plays is guitar for the party goers. Everyone is doing something, and Zoro can see all of it from his corner of the ship. It’s a bit secluded, a little quieter than anywhere on the ship and he leans against the railing with plenty of sake to curb his wanting. From his corner he can see Sanji impressing people with his skills and Franky dancing with Chopper, Usopp regaling people of the town with stories of their adventures and Luffy among them laughing. As his lone dark eyes goes to search for the girls - Nami, Robin and you his ears pick up on some giggling.

Speak of the devil.

Robin as usual is the most composed, not a trace of pink on her warm skin as she smiles at him. You and Nami however, are more than a little drunk. Nami is red in the face and wobbles in her heels as she giggles against your head. As he brings his eyes to you, Zoro can’t help but sigh. You are by far the drunkest - flushed down to your chest and you had taken off your shoes as they hang in your fingers. Clearly Nami had dressed you for the night, a short muted cream color dress hugged at your figure and your hair was curled. He tries not to look too closely at you given your state but you normally don’t show a lot of skin day to day. It proves to be a bit of a test for the swordsmen, and it only gets harder when Robin says she’s leaving you with him.

“It’s only natural, you two do have that sort of relationship,” she raised a thin and dark brow at him - she’s teasing Zoro acknowledges with a grumble. “Who else could I leave her with in this state? Sanji?”

She laughs at the way the swordsman’s face darkens at the thought - easing him with a wave of her hand and telling him she merely jests. He takes her from you, and Robin merely smiles at the faint blush on his tan face at how he gently holds you to his side, your head on his chest as you lean on him with your eyes shut. When you were moving your face had grown tense, dizzy from the lack of balance due to amount of alcohol you had consumed prior. But now that you are in his hold you relax, sighing and nuzzling into his green coat and mumbling quietly - though his name comes out tumbling from your glossed lips once or twin. His hand rubs at your back, holding you close as he calls out to Robin to learn what it is that happened to get you like this.

“You can blame our navigator for this mess.” She laughs, adjusting her grip on Nami who had started to squirm. “One of the ladies in town started a drinking contest, stating that she’d mark down booze for the party if Nami had won. You know how she is when a deal is involved. When she couldn’t keep up she tagged in our second little doctor - and you know how she is when someone asks for help.” Robin recounted the story with unquestionable fondness as she turned to take Nami to the girls room on the ship. Zoro only nodded, feeling a twinge of annoyance in his stomach at you being dragged into a mess so stupid as a drinking contest by your goody two shoes nature. He understands you want to help your friends, but you don’t even drink enough to have any semblance of tolerance like the others do.

When Robin is out of view, he looks down at you with a stern look on his face only for it to soften when he sees how you nuzzle into his coat, a smile on your pretty face. You sigh his name, all soft and lovesick and you wrap your arms around his wide torso.

“Whats the matter with you, huh?” He asks, his voice softer than he usually talks and Zoro tries not to look too far down the front of your dress with you pressing up against him(he can perfectly see how your tits are pushed together by whatever bra Nami told you to wear with this dress). You hum, opening your eyes lined with a pretty shimmer to murmur to him,

“I missed you.” He huffs through his nose.

“You’ve seen me all day.” Your hand pushes away the flap of his coat to gain access to his bare skin, your finger traces the long but thin scar across his chest with things he’s always felt unworthy of. Affection, adoration as you look up at him now with a coquettish flutter of your lashes as you undo to the red tie around his waist and pop open his coat.

“Not that kind of missing you.” You confess, voice earnest and wanting. Through his thick head he picks up on the breathlessness of your voice and the heat in your eyes. He is quick to shake his head at you.

“You’re drunk - “ he starts only to freeze when you start to kiss at his chest. Goosebumps and a small smattering of pink begins to dust over his skin. Your fingers begin to skirt down the the green haramaki he wears. The stoic man before can help but shiver at your gentle touch. Your lips leave behind marks of sticky berry pink, and Zoro hisses at the faint marks you leave as you let your teeth nip at his taunt skin.

“You don’t have to touch me,” you murmur as your hands pull down the green fabric until it’s down his legs. Your fingers still at the waist band of his pants, ring finger gently pressing against the button of his pants. “But I want to touch you - please?”

What you know is that Zoro will indulge you - weak to the sparking heat in your eyes and the pout on your colored lips. What you don’t know is how Zoro is thinking about all the ways he is going to punish himself through vigorous training for being so weak willed, being easily tempted by you and the flutter of your eyelashes. What the hell did he train for if he can be so easily dismantled by a request he normally wouldn’t even indulge?

But it’s different, he realizes as he sees how you smile, drunk on something else that isn’t drink. It’s you who’s asking, and Zoro knows with flushed cheeks that you are his one and only weakness. Before booze, or fame, or fear of failing - you bring out the weak and frail earthly desires that rest in his flesh. It’s how you got him like this, his back to the wooden wall with you on your knees, eager and wanting. You undo the button of his pants, eyes focused on the half-hard print of his cock against his last layer as you keep your gaze on his face. Zoro does not believe in any gods, he has never had to pray to the heavens for anything but there must be something divine with how good you look like this.

Your dress riding up so he can see almost the whole of your thighs, the skin soft and plush, utterly inviting. Utterly ruining. The warm sea breeze dances over his cock but it’s nothing to compared to the heat of your mouth as you press a kiss to the head, staining it with your lipstick. You must feel him shiver, and you open your eyes and it’s humiliating that you can have more clarity in this situation than he does - you ask if he’s alright, and press another kiss to his cock this time to the shaft and Zoro feels like he’s going to die.

One tan, large, calloused hand with a square palm and long fingers goes to your head. His fingers lace through your hair, thumb rubbing against your hair to feel it’s silkiness in a brief moment of affection. Zoro is guiding your head to take his cock, you realize with a shuddering gasp and a dimness taking over your eyes. It’s head pops into your mouth and you don’t see how tightly he has to clench his fist - so tightly that his bones creak in his skin at how perfect your mouth in around the most sensitive part of his cock. You moan around the salt of his precum and you hear him curse.

“Fuck.” Deep from within his chest and voice cracking at the last syllable as he groans, gray eye shutting in pleasure when you moan around him in your mouth. Your head bobs, greedy with some sick desire to both please and torment him. To break him and to piece him back together. He’s so handsome like this, you watch his throat bob and sweat run down the vein of his neck as his grip in your hair tightens. It makes you clench, how hard Zoro tries to be honorable - to not use you for his pleasure when you are so very willing to be used by a man like him. Strong in character and body, handsome with a scarred face and strong jaw. You’ve loved him for a long time, and will love him for longer which is why you don’t mind being like this ; ruled by the headiness in between your legs as you swallow around him just feel him shudder and groan above you.

You’re more than half way around him, you can feel his cock twitch against your tongue and you hum - utterly pleased with yourself as darker green hairs tickle your nose. Turning your head and sucking hard on his length that’s pressing down your throat. You can’t yourself you think, thoughts and needs jumbled into one messy pounding between your legs. With your head moving to fuck his cock, your hands come down to the top of your dress, going into the fabric to push out your tits. The sit pretty in your palms, nipples being tweaked at by your thumbs to make you whine around the thickness of his cock.

“Damn.” Zoro sighs, pushing your head gently in a rhythm that isn’t too harsh on your throat - a gentle back and forth, a little faster than what you were doing. It’s comfortable like this for you, letting your mind simply go blank and play with your nipples that are hard and sensitive from your constant tweaking.

“You needed this bad, huh?” His deep voice comes from above you, eye transfixed on how easily you reveal yourself to him, your eyes lidded and thighs pressing against to each other to ease some of the wanting you must be feeling. That your cunt is feeling - hot and wet and soft. The thought of it makes him lick his lips, and his starts moving your head for you. Faster than before.

When you whine he only scoffs, voice deep and gruffer than ever - “Come on, finish up your fun so I can take care of you. Don’t make me wait.”

Something about his tone, demanding and commanding makes you moan around his length as you take it the deepest you have all night, swallowing around it so greedily you don’t realize that his cock twitched and swelled in it’s confines until Zoro’s form tenses from above you. It happens so fast he doesn’t even have a chance to pull out - he groans, ragged and broken as his cum spills down your throat.

You swallow it without complaint and it makes him shiver and something competitive blooms in his stomach. As he pulls his cock from your mouth slowly, and sees how it glistens in the lights that were strung up for the party, Zoro decides then and there he will get you back and more for this. The two of you barely have a chance to cover up before he picks you up and takes you to his room. You don’t even have a chance to tease about how hard you made him cum before the door shuts behind you - spelling out your own fate.

[ryiju-muunie]

Riding zoro ??!??

Your ground your hips against his. Your pussy stretched around Zoro’s cock and squelched with every movement of your body. It hurt so good to feel him fill you up, hands stationed on your body to rock you back and forth.

A soft noise escaped your lips and a grunt fell from his. Too quickly your mouths met and the air from your lungs disappeared. You gasped into the kiss, into the mind melting sensation that overcame your body. Shallow kisses turned into a harsh kind of kiss. It was a battle against one another as you fucked into him.

Your tongue slid past his lips and licked around his teeth. His mouth tasted like beer and cigarettes with something sweet lingering beneath the sting. It was addicting; grinding against him and feeling his head kiss along your walls.

Strawpage | Bluesky

[superfreakfranky]

Subtle Zoro x reader (if you squint)

In which reader is just...sad.

...

A gentle breeze blows as you watch the sun set.

Chills cover your skin. The cool breeze making your shirt lift slightly. You arch your legs, press your chin to your knees, and sigh.

Everyone has left you alone tonight, having sensed a bad mood.

Everyone, that is, except for Zoro.

You feel his presence before he says anything.

Glancing behind you, you watch as he awkwardly shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

"That's my spot," he gruffs.

You pause, blink, look back at the setting sun. "Sorry."

You make no effort to move.

Zoro clicks his tongue.

"Something the matter? What gives?"

You bite your tongue, wanting so badly to just spill your emotions out on deck, share everything that's wrong currently.

Instead, you're silent.

Zoro gives it a moment. With no reply, you hear movement again.

Glancing back, you see him angled against the mast, swords beside him, hands clasped behind his head.

His eyes are closed and he looks comfortable.

The two of you sit like this for another hour.

Silent.

Still.

It's a comfort.

At least you aren't alone.

[zroronoas]

roommate!zoro

hi guys i love zoro so much i might actually explode.

-

-zoro is a sleepy guy, so he loves taking naps on the couch. like all the time. you rarely get to sit on it, since his entire body is always occupying the seats. the living room is basically his bedroom, with him preferring to sleep there over his actual one. you've sat on him once, somehow not noticing the lump that was snoring away underneath the blanket.

"zoro, do you not like your bed?"

the question makes the man raise an eyebrow, what kind of question was that? what kind of person doesn't like their own bed?

"of course i do, do you?"

"do i like your bed? i've never been on it."

now you're both confused, but the man opts to just close his eyes again. you pull your lips into a tight line, deciding to focus your attention back to your book. conversations between the two of you never went well if they went on too long.

-zoro cannot cook. like don't even let him get near the kitchen Please. you don't understand how it happens, he could have a recipe pulled up on his phone and he still somehow messes it up. the smoke detector is going off, your pots and pans are burnt, and zoro is yelling at his ruined dish.

"it's not my fault! it's the stupid ass ingredients and recipe!"

you roll your eyes as you frantically try to fan away all the smoke. "how could it be the ingredients and recipe? you just can't read!"

"oh now you're being ungrateful, this dish was for us!"

"zoro, do me the biggest favor and never cook anything ever again. i'll cook for us."

-friday movie nights with lots of alcohol. thankfully you can both hold your alcohol pretty well, so drinking with zoro was always a chill time. your only issue was that you tended to be a little more affectionate when drunk, but zoro was usually passed out once you got to that point.

"cheers!" you grin while bumping your tiny shot glass to zoro's full cup of beer. he scoffs, but there's a small smile on his face when he watches you take the shot and immediately grimace.

"do we have to cheers every time we take a shot? we've done this about eight times now."

"zoro," you look at him pointedly. "you're really such a buzzkill! of course we have to cheers every time!"

zoro notices the way your cheeks start to turn pink and how you slowly start moving closer to him on the couch. he always tries not to think anything of it, but he can't help but think that you're a little bit cute when you're drunk. just a little though.

and that's usually his cue to put his hands behind his head and close his eyes, so that he doesn't have to deal with his heart pounding against his chest when you act like that.

"already, zoro?" you whine. "you always fall asleep so fast!"

-he walks around shirtless all the time. sometimes he'll even sport the shirtless and gray sweatpant combo. it's actually a pain in the ass because he's so hot. and you have a staring problem. the worst thing about it is that zoro is fully aware that you ogle him, but he secretly loves it.

"zoro, please put a shirt on! you shouldn't walk around like that in front of me." you grumble, but the way you can't bring yourself to look at him, gives your true feelings away.

and since you're not looking at him, you don't see the smirk that forms on his face when he sees how much it affects you.

"go back into your room if you hate it so much."

"hey! i live here too, i should be able to walk into the kitchen without you being half naked!"

-does not lock the door when he uses the bathroom. the amount of times you've accidentally walked in on him showering or using the toilet is actually criminal. and when you yell at him to start locking the door, he blames you instead.

"maybe you should knock, the door is closed isn't it?" he rolls his eyes as he towel dries his hair.

"you should still lock it! sometimes i forget to knock."

"what's the big deal anyways? you've seen me naked multiple times now."

-he's actually super sweet and the best roommate. whenever you're tired from work, he always makes sure to make things a little easier for you. if that means ordering takeout so you don't have to cook, he'll do it. he'll tidy up around the apartment, because he knows it bothers you coming home to a messy house. and if you don't drive, he'd drop you off and pick you up from work. the only con to that was he always got lost on the way, but it was just something you had to get used to. and you'd gladly wait as long as you had for him.

[laughffy]

unfinished zsz wip

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

So...

I took some bathroom and water breaks throughout the morning and early afternoon (quit writing after picking up the kid from school), but after 2700+ words of chapter 13 of Trouble, I'm emotionally exhausted.

This climax scene stole everything I had to give today. But I just re-read this scene and I'm fairly proud of it.

It's very intense, though. And might be triggering, but I'll raise a few flags when I post it.

I was going to write a bit more now, but I opened the doc and stared at it for a solid five minutes. I will sleep on this and get back on the horse tomorrow (even though I already know that after a work day I'll barely get 100 words in...)

Final stretch of this story, people! Are you all ready?

[inseobts]

😭😭 need Monster trio (separately) x pregnant reader. all fluffy

like their reaction and how would they be during it 😓

but if u dont want to just ignore this!

Pregnant 🫵

how would they react at your pregnancy?

characters: luffy, zoro, sanji

words count: around 0.5k - 0.8k each

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── .✦ Monkey D. Luffy:

The sea breeze is warm as you stand on the Sunny’s deck, heart racing. Luffy is lying nearby, hands behind his head, smiling at the sky. His straw hat rests on his face, rising and falling with his steady breaths.

You swallow hard. This is it.

You walk up to him and poke his cheek “Luffy.”

His nose scrunches up, and he lifts his hat just enough to peek at you “Hmm?”

You sit down next to him. Your hands shake a little. He notices. His hat slides off his face completely, and he blinks at you “What’s wrong?”

You take a deep breath “I… I have something to tell you.”

Luffy sits up fast. His eyes are wide, full of curiosity “Oh! Is it something cool?!”

You let out a small laugh “Yeah… really cool.” You reach for his hand and place it gently over your stomach. “Luffy, I’m pregnant.”

He stares at you. Blinks once. Then twice. His fingers twitch against your belly.

Then— “WHAAAAAAT?!” he jumps up so fast that he nearly topples over. His hands flail before gently grabbing your shoulders “Really?! A baby?! OUR baby?!”

You nod, laughing at his reaction “Yeah.”

Luffy’s grin stretches wider than you’ve ever seen. He wraps his arms around you, squeezing tight “This is awesome!! I’m gonna be a dad?!” he pulls back, eyes sparkling “Wait, wait—does this mean there’s a tiny me in there?! Like—super tiny?!”

You giggle “Kind of.”

Luffy gasps dramatically “That’s so weird—but so cool!!” he crouches down and presses his ear against your belly, pouting “Oi, baby! Can you hear me? I’m your dad! Your super cool, super strong dad!”

You ruffle his hair “It’s too early for them to hear you, Luffy.”

He sits back, looking thoughtful. Then he beams again “I gotta tell everyone!!” Before you can stop him, he takes a deep breath and then—

“GUUUUYS! (Y/N) HAS A BABY IN HER BELLY!”

Footsteps thunder across the ship as the crew comes running. Nami facepalms, Zoro groans, Sanji faints, Usopp starts panicking, and Chopper yells something about medical checkups.

Luffy just sits there, hands on your stomach, grinning like he’s just found the One Piece.

Months Later

Luffy is… something else during your pregnancy.

He pokes your belly every day, fascinated by how it grows “It’s getting huge!!” he exclaims one morning, eyes wide “Are you sure there’s only one baby in there?!”

He steals extra food from Sanji’s kitchen and piles it on your plate “Eat! The baby needs to be strong, like me!”

He refuses to let you do anything dangerous “No fights! No running! No carrying heavy stuff! That’s my job now!” He puffs out his chest making you smile softly at him “Captain’s orders!”

At night, he talks to your belly in a serious tone “Okay, listen, baby. When you come out, we’re gonna have so much fun! I’ll show you how to stretch like me! And how to eat tons of meat! And we’ll go on super cool adventures!”

One night, as you lay in bed, his arms wrapped protectively around you, he mumbles sleepily “Love you. Both of you.”

Your heart melts. You smile, placing your hand over his “Love you too, Luffy.”

He grins even in his sleep, dreaming of the greatest adventure yet, being a dad.

── .✦ Roronoa Zoro:

The evening air is warm as you stand on the deck of the Thousand Sunny, watching the ocean waves. Your heart beats fast, but not from battle or danger, but from the words you need to say.

Behind you, Zoro trains like always. His swords cut through the air with sharp precision, muscles flexing as he moves. His brows furrow in focus, sweat dripping down his forehead.

You take a deep breath. Now or never.

“Zoro”

He stops mid-swing, turning to you “Huh?” His tone is rough, but his gaze softens when he sees your expression “Something wrong?”

You step closer, gripping the hem of your shirt. Your nerves make your fingers twitch, but you push through. You have to tell him.

“…I need to tell you something important.”

Zoro sheaths his swords, sensing your seriousness. He crosses his arms “Yeah?”

You swallow. Then, carefully, you take his hand and place it over your stomach.

“I’m pregnant...”

Silence.

Zoro doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. It’s like the words haven’t registered yet. His hand rests on your stomach, fingers barely pressing into the fabric of your shirt.

“…What?” His voice is quiet, actually too quiet for him.

You squeeze his hand “We’re having a baby, Zoro.”

His breath catches. He stares at you, eyes flicking between your face and where his hand rests on your stomach. His fingers twitch slightly. A baby. His baby.

Then, suddenly, you’re lifted off the ground.

“Zoro—!” you laugh as he picks you up effortlessly, holding you close. His grip is firm but careful, like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

When he finally sets you down, his hands linger on your arms, steadying you. His face is unreadable for a second, and then a smirk.

“Tch. Guess I really have to get stronger now.”

You raise an eyebrow “Why?”

Zoro’s smirk softens just a little. His thumb brushes your stomach lightly “To protect both of you.”

Your heart swells. He’s serious.

You press your forehead against his “You’re already strong enough, idiot.”

Zoro scoffs “There’s no such thing.”

Then, after a pause, he mutters “…Are you okay?”

The question is so simple, but the weight behind it makes your eyes sting.

You nod “Yeah. Just… nervous.”

Zoro’s arms tighten around you “Me too.”

You pull back slightly, surprised “You? The great Roronoa Zoro? Nervous?”

He clicks his tongue “Tch. This is different” he glances at your stomach “Fights, enemies, swords—I know how to handle those. But this?” His hand brushes your belly again, softer this time “This is new.”

You smile, lacing your fingers with his “We’ll figure it out together.”

He exhales, like a weight has lifted from his chest “Yeah.”

And for the first time in a long time, Zoro doesn’t feel lost at all.

Months Later

Zoro is the most overprotective person ever.

He watches you like a hawk. If you so much as sigh, he’s next to you in a second.

“You okay?”

You roll your eyes “Yes, Zoro. For the hundredth time, I’m fine.”

He grumbles but doesn’t stop hovering.

He always refuses to let you lift anything.

You reach for a barrel and then “Put that down.”

You try to carry plates from the kitchen and he goes “I got it.”

You bend down to pick up a book, Zoro glares and “What did I just say?”

He even walks with you everywhere.

“You don’t have to follow me to the bathroom.”

“What if you trip?”

“Zoro.”

“…What if an enemy attacks?”

You groan, but he just folds his arms and stays put.

He also naps closer to you now.

Zoro still sleeps a lot, but now he always makes sure to be near you. Some days, he dozes off with his head on your lap, his arm draped over your growing belly.

You run your fingers through his hair, feeling his slow, steady breathing. He won’t say it out loud, but you know he’s nervous, and this is how he comforts himself.

One time, you catch him talking to your stomach when he thinks you’re asleep.

“You better not kick too hard in there… Your mom needs to sleep” His voice is quiet but gruff. Then, after a long pause, he adds, “…Can’t wait to meet you, though.”

Your heart melts.

Later that night, you whisper “Are you scared?”

Zoro is silent for a moment. Then, he exhales “A little.”

You lace your fingers with his “Me too.”

He turns his head to look at you, eyes steady “We’ll figure it out.”

You smile “Yeah.”

Zoro presses his forehead against yours “Get some sleep.”

As you drift off, Zoro stays awake a little longer, hand resting on your belly.

For the first time, he’s facing a future he can’t predict, a battle he can’t train for.

But he knows one thing for sure—he will always protect you. And your child.

No matter what.

── .✦ Vinsmoke Sanji:

The smell of fresh bread and sizzling butter fills the Thousand Sunny’s kitchen as you sit at the counter, watching Sanji move. He hums to himself while stirring a pot, completely in his element. His blonde hair falls over his eyes, but he doesn’t seem to care.

You take a deep breath, heart racing. It’s time to tell him.

“Sanji...” you say softly.

He turns instantly, smiling “Yes, my love? Dinner will be ready soon.”

You shake your head “I… need to tell you something first.”

Sanji notices your serious tone and wipes his hands on a towel before walking over “What is it, sweetheart?” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, concern in his ocean-blue eyes.

You take his hand and press it against your stomach.

“I’m pregnant”

Sanji freezes.

His fingers twitch slightly against your belly, his usual smooth confidence suddenly gone. His mouth opens, but no words come out. His cigarette almost falls from his lips.

“…What?” his voice is barely a whisper.

You smile nervously “We’re having a baby.”

Sanji stares at you, his eyes wide. Then—

THUMP.

His legs give out, and he falls to his knees in front of you. His hands stay on your stomach as he looks up, completely overwhelmed.

“You’re… serious?” His voice shakes “I—I’m going to be a father?”

You nod, tears prickling in your eyes “Yeah.”

A sharp inhale. Then, suddenly, Sanji buries his face against your stomach, arms wrapping around you so gently, as if he’s afraid to break you.

“Mon amour… I don’t even know what to say” he murmurs, voice thick with emotion. You feel his breath against your skin, warm and shaky “This is the greatest gift you could ever give me.”

You stroke his hair, heart swelling “So… you’re happy?”

Sanji pulls back slightly, grinning through tears “Happy? (Y/N), I feel like I just won the whole damn world.”

Then, his hands cup your cheeks, and he kisses you—soft, deep, full of love.

“Wait—!” He pulls away suddenly, eyes wide “You need food! Proper nutrition! I need to—” He rushes toward the kitchen, grabbing ingredients at lightning speed “I’ll make you something right now—no, I’ll make ten meals—no, twenty! The baby needs to eat too!”

You laugh, watching him run around in a panicked, love-struck frenzy.

Sanji is going to be the best dad.

Months Later

Sanji is the most devoted, doting, over-the-top partner ever.

He refuses to let you do anything.

You try to stand up? He’s already pulling out a chair for you.

You reach for a glass? It’s in your hand before you can blink.

You sigh in the heat? He’s fanning you immediately.

“Sanji, I’m pregnant, not broken” you groan.

“My love, you are carrying our child!” He places a dramatic hand over his heart “I refuse to let you lift a single finger!”

Sanji cooks nonstop for you.

“Here, sweetheart, eat this.”

“Sanji, I just ate five minutes ago—”

“The baby might still be hungry!”

He talks to your belly constantly.

“Hello, little one! This is your father speaking.” He presses a kiss to your stomach “I hope you’re nice and comfortable in there. When you come out, I’ll make you the most delicious food in the world!”

Then, more seriously, he whispers “And I’ll take care of you. You and your mother. Forever.”

Your eyes tear up every time.

At night, Sanji holds you close, his hand resting protectively over your growing belly.

“You should sleep” you murmur, noticing he’s still awake.

“I’m just… thinking” he admits.

“About what?”

Sanji sighs softly “I never thought I’d have this,” he says “A family. Someone to love… and now, both of you.” He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “It’s like a dream.”

You smile, lacing your fingers with his “Then let’s make it the best dream ever.”

Sanji chuckles, pulling you even closer “Oui, mon amour.”

As you drift off, you feel his lips brush against your stomach once more.

And you know, without a doubt Sanji will love this baby with everything he has.

[lanadelreylover11]

I feel like a virgin when I search up “x Reader” with a new character I like

[innerfare]

Carrying You 

Summary: How do they carry you?

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid

Genre: Fluff

CW: None // SFW

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Luffy: 

We all know he’s a potato sack kinda guy. When he wants to, he’ll just throw you over his shoulder and that’s that. Notorious for reaching all the way across the deck of the Sunny, wrapping his arm around your waist, and snatching you up. 

Zoro: 

Another type to just throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He’ll smack your ass every time he does, too, and tell you to stop complaining if you dare say something. He’s been known to do this in an argument. 

Sanji: 

Bridal style. Always bridal style. He sweeps you off your feet, handling you with great care, and makes sure not to jostle you around too much. He’ll carry you any time, day or night, always happy to have you in his arms. 

Ace: 

Piggyback rides all the way. He loves having you on his back because he can move at his fast pace and keep you with him. He also puts you on his shoulders to carry you around because why wouldn’t he? Very happy for you to climb him like a tree.  

Sabo: 

Always picks you up off the counter or desk or somewhere you’re sitting, grinning when you wrap your legs around his waist and cling to him like a koala bear. Definitely not above tucking you under his arm for safekeeping. 

Law: 

Not the most handsy, though he has been known to pick you up against your will when you’re overworking yourself and take you back to his cabin. How he carries you depends on how difficult you make it. If you’re nice, he’ll carry you bridal style, but if you put up a fight, over his shoulder you go.  

Kid: 

Grins when you come behind him and attempt to lift him off the ground, failing miserably due to his size, turns around and does the same to you but with far more success. He takes advantage of the size difference and manhandles you all day long. 

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─────── 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 !

# featuring one piece.

behold, my master(one)piece — got it? check out my kinktober schedule for the incoming month!

⎰ & containing PWP. NSFW at its finest. DARK CONTENT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

❪ ˙˖ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 .

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏 — breast worship | praise kink | lactation with black-leg sanji.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐 — cock worship | deepthroating with roronoa zoro.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑 — medical play | glove kink with trafalgar water d. law.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒 — food play | overstimulation | cunnilingus with monkey d. luffy.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟓 — temperature play with portgas d. ace.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟔 — dacryphilia | orgasm denial with eustass kid.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕 — lingerie | mirror sex | body worship with nico robin.

❪ ˙˖ 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 — prompts for requests!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟖 — threesome | sensation play with black-leg sanji & roronoa zoro!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟗 — tights | begging | boot worship with smoker!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟎 — strip-tease | lap dance with akagami no shanks!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟏 — choking | hate sex with trafalgar water d. law!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟐 — corruption | aphrodisiacs | edging with roronoa zoro!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟑 — zelophilia | humiliation with donquixote doflamingo!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟒 — breeding kink | cockwarming with eustass kid!

❪ ˙˖ 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 .

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟐 — pegging | strap-on with black-leg sanji.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟑 — shibari | power imbalance with donquixote doflamingo.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟒 — period sex | blood-play with trafalgar water d. law.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟓 — marking | shotgunning with sir. crocodile.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟔 — office sex | almost getting caught with smoker.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟕 — public | dry-humping | finger-sucking with flame emperor sabo.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟖 — sea-sex | mermaid with akagami no shanks.

❪ ˙˖ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 .

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟗 — size kink | creampie | first time with charlotte katakuri.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟎 — threesome | squirting | fingering | sixty-nine with nico robin & nami.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟏 — WILDCARD!

[ryiju-muunie]

Your boyfriend who sleepily fondled your naked body as you both napped together on your bed, letting calloused fingers drag along skin. Who pulled his erection out of his pants to drag his head along your ass, pressing against your warmth to satiate his heat.

He was so lust drunk off your scent it was hard to grasp what he was doing until the pleasure started. Hips grinding against your behind, fingers gripping into your stomach, and legs entangling upon legs. It felt so good how you squirmed underneath him, none the wiser.

His calloused fingers dipped into your wetness, to play along your clit as your mouth opened. It felt so good right? As he ground his erection into your ass and whimpered, “F-Fuck.. you feel so good..”

Your boyfriend spread you apart and slowly let one digit get sucked into your cunt, rubbing against your walls until it hit that perfect spot. Again he abused it, getting closer to his high and pulling one orgasm out of your sleeping body. You whined and bucked your hips as you came, releasing your fluids onto his palm.

“Good girl… that’s it..” He’d coo, pulling his hand back to lick his fingers from your juices as his orgasm started to build. It was slow before it got intense, blinding him with white hot pleasure. He bucked his hips and for a second he was sure he woke you when his spend squirted all along your back. But he was pleasantly surprised to hear you stir and snore softly, drifting back to sleep.

Your boyfriend who’d deny the claims he fucked you senseless while you slept, even though the evidence was stuck to your back.

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