“Have You Ever Removed Your Helmet?”

The Enemy Within (Star Trek: The Original Series)

Shanks rlly will play up the gentleman thing it’s so insane. Hes kissing your knuckles and holding your hand to help u off the ship and telling his crew to “mind their manners around the lady” as if he’s not abt to have you sitting on his face grasping at the knots of his hammock for dear life in less than an hour

Heyyooo Laura... I hope you're doing great. Saw your request is open again and i hope you don't mind me asking for another request again.kinda thinking about some scenarios for Fue,Nozel and Julius with pregnant reader and how would they handle it.Reader is having a weird cravings in the middle of the night like some (ice cream with pickles,chicken with chocolate dip or anything i leave it up to you) and after they get it reader will force them to eat with her. Some fluff fluff fluffsssss.. ❤❤❤

Hiya! Yes, they've been open for a while now, uni is just keeping me from getting to them ^^' But I was in the mood for some pregnancy fluff

Pairings: Fuegoleon x f!reader, Nozel x f!reader, Julius x f!reader Genre: fluff Fanfic type: Oneshots Total length: ~1.2k Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy cravings

Fuegoleon

"Honey..." you asked through the darkness of the room, while placing your hand onto your husband's chest. There was a faint grunting sound from your side as the bed shifted under you. "Yes... dear," Fue spoke with a heavy, drowsy tone as his eyes fluttered open. "I... think the baby wants some ice cream and crisps," you admitted, having concluded to yourself that your cravings were due to the child you were carrying, since you didn't have such cravings before. But, it was to be expected. "M..hm.." he hummed while sitting up. "Then... we have no choice but to get you some ice cream and crisps," he smiled while manifesting his fire arm, and taking your hand with his left one. "Will you eat with me?" You asked, making him pause for a moment. "Both?" He asked, with the slightest of hints of disbelief, along with the tone of his that just wanted to make sure that he understood correctly. "Yes. Eat with me," you asked, looking at him with wide eyes. There was a brief pause that lingered in the air, after which he breathed out a reply: "Yes dear." The food was eventually delivered to your shared bedroom, and you sat by one of the tables, happily eating your ice cream, onto which you crumbled salty crisps. While Fue, he sat there, looking at you with an adoring smile on his face. "Feeling better?" He asked, the syllables fluttering through the air to you. "Mhm," you nodded. "Why aren't you eating yours?" You had to ask while placing the spoon into your mouth, and keeping it there, as you looked at him, expectantly. "I... wish to make sure that you have enough," he replied, giving you another smile. "Oh come now, there's enough for both," you replied while taking a spoonful of the contents of your bowl, and offering it to him. His eye shifted between the spoon, and you, for a moment, after which he sighed, and opened his mouth, letting you feed him the spoonful. And then another, after having taken a bite yourself. In all honesty, he couldn't have claimed to have enjoyed the dish for the taste, but he did enjoy the content smile on your face. He enjoyed your happiness. And, besides, it could have been worse. You could have had a very different craving.

Nozel

"My bird...?" You asked, while placing your hand onto your husbands arm and shaking him awake. There was a deep breath sounding through the dark room, along with a groggy sound that told you him waking up from a deep sleep. "Yes... love? What is it? Is everything alright?" The fact that he asked, worried, worried so very much for your well being, especially now that you were with child, made a tender, soft smile appear on your face. He really did care. He really was a good man, deep down. "I have a craving," you told him, rather factually, making him sigh before sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "What do you want?" He asked while making his way to the closet to grab his robe. "Salted caramel ice cream and toast," you told him, making him glance at you from over his shoulder. But he didn't say anything. Just looked at you as seconds ticked in the air. One at a time. "Alright," he said with a slow, tired tone, before making his way out of the door to ask for such a ... dish. And eventually, after he had already returned, the dish, too was delivered into the room. Just as you had imagined it. So, you sat down on a chair, and broke off a piece of toast before spreading a chunk of salted caramel ice cream onto it, and popped it into your mouth, with a pleased smile. All the while Nozel looked at you, sitting across the table from you. "How is it?" He asked, meaning nothing more with the question. "Try it," you told him, handing a piece of a bread with ice cream to him. He paused for a moment, looking at you from behind his dishevelled hair, loose locks flowing down the side of his face. "No thank you," he tried, but you still kept the piece of toast there. "No, no, you need to know what I'm eating, right?" He wasn't sure about the logic in that statement. But there was also no point in getting into a discussion about it this late at night. So, instead he just sighed, and took a hold of the bread. You looked at him, hold the bread, waiting for him to place it into his mouth. And he, looked back at you before his eyelids fell in a slow blink, after which he placed the piece into his mouth and ate it. He breathed out, in a slight defeat, having accepted the fact that you'd give him more pieces. Which... would be alright. This was something that came with pregnancy. And he wanted to be there for you, living this through with you. After all, you were the best thing to have happened to him.

Julius

"Juu-juu?" You cooed through the darkness, snuggling to his side. There was an individual sound of a snore that sounded through the room, before he jolted ever so slightly in place. "Yes, dove?" The nickname, which he had given you, because of the mere act of cooing out the nickname for him, made the corners of your lips tug up. "I'm ... a bit hungry," you admitted, but the slight hesitance in your tone told him that it wasn't hunger per se, but more a craving. You had had the strangest of cravings lately, but he embraced all of them with intrigue and anticipation, because this was a journey, your pregnancy, and he wanted to be there for all of it. "What would you like?" He asked, rolling around on the bed to face you, while running his fingers up and down your arm. "Chocolate and avocadoes," you replied with a serious face, and a tone to match. And usually, when you told him your craving, he just smiled, but this time there was a passing shadow of surprise on his face, before he chuckled, and gave a kiss onto your forehead. "Give me a second," he said, before appearing seated on your side of the bed with two bowls in hand; in one of which there was chocolate, and avocados in the second one. You sat up, and took a piece from both bowls, placing them together into your mouth, munching them away with a content smile. And he... he watched you, with a wide smile on his face; half-lidded eyes and radiating nothing but love and affection. "Can I try?" He asked, making you pause, before furiously nodding and offering the pieces of avocado and chocolate in your hands to him. He opened his mouth, so that you might pop them in, and begun chewing. "It's good, right?" You asked while popping more into your mouth. And he... he didn't have the heart to tell you that he found the combination horrid, but he wouldn't show it. Instead, he happily sat there, letting you enjoy the night... treat. Because your happiness was his happiness.

Grey Deer Julius x OC

WARNING: Slight NSFW

Anime Screenshot of Julius in the hot springs <3

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Hozier anon, I need more about virgin Zoro please, I crave it like the sun

anything for you beloved <3

before he met you, zoro had a practically non-existant sex drive. none of his masculinity is tied up in how many people he can get in his bed and why would it be? his identity starts and ends with the swords strapped to his waist. they’re all he needs.

and then, there’s you.

he has no fucking clue what to do with you and your sudden presence in his life. you and your smiles and your quiet patience with him. but zoro isn’t one to turn and flee from the unknown. so when you invite him back to your room one night he follows, spine straight and steps sure.

and yet all the confidence he’s wrapped himself up in does nothing to guide him when he’s knelt on the bed between your spread legs, staring openly at where you’re wet and aching. for him.

zoro grits his teeth, a thousand questions trapped behind them. what he should do and how he should touch you and fuck, what did he do to get you like this already?

“show me,” he finally settles on and zoro waits until your eyes meet before he says, “show me how you like it. show me how you want me to fuck you.”

because when zoro commits himself to learning something, he’ll only obey the best and nobody knows your body better than you do. he’ll listen to every word you say, watch you rub your pretty clit and stretch yourself open for him all so that one day, he can fuck you dumb without you having to lift a finger for your pleasure.

Regarding Wotans

Paring: Zoro x Reader

Raiting: Explicit (minors DNI)

Summary:

You and Zoro are no secret.

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

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

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

Or so Usopp thought.

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

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

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

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You and Zoro are no secret.

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

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

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

Or so Usopp thought.

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-Yeah, sure I do,” Usopp stammers. 

“Is it true that–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And stop stomping all over Sunny!”

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

You enter the aquarium and immediately pause at the doorway. 

“You’re not Nami,” you say. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zoro rolls his eyes. “I am sorry.” 

“For…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zoro caves. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Finally.” 

monster trio + breeding

luffy’s breeding kink comes to life the first time you joke that he fucks you like he’s trying to get you pregnant. you’ve unknowingly planted a seed that sprouts over night, wild and untameable. suddenly, he can think of nothing else. nothing but how you’d look, how you’d feel with heavy tits and a heavier belly. it consumes him in a way nothing but his most important dreams ever have and he burns with how badly he wants to make it happen. if you thought he was trying to get you pregnant before, it pales in comparison to now as he manhandles you onto all fours. his hands press down on your back to force you into an arch that makes you whine and has every thrust pushing him in as deep as possible. luffy’s driven and focused and terrifyingly silent, the room filled only with your broken moans, soaked pussy cumming over and over on his cock and the blood rushing in his ears. he barely slows down at all when he cums, just glances down long enough to catch sight of some white leaking out of you before he’s off again. he can’t let you waste even a single drop or it will all have been for nothing.

with zoro, it’s not a matter of if he’ll get you pregnant but when. it’s an inevitability he can feel simmering just under his skin like a live wire, lighting up every nerve. it becomes almost unbearable when he has you like this, on your back, folded in half and gazing up at him with watery, lovesick eyes. how could he bear to cum anywhere but inside you when you look at him like that? and though he knows where this will end, with you fucked out and stuffed full of cum, with you bred, he’s in no rush to get there. he savours every moment, every gasp and shudder and plea as he fucks you into the mattress. the buzzing under his skin gets worse when you reach up and hold his face in your hands, warm palms against warmer cheeks. you don’t have to say anything, zoro knows what you need and is rewarded with the sweetest cry of his name when he slips a hand between you to rub your clit in neat circles. even as he’s following you over the edge, even as he grinds his cum into you and fucks you through your high, he knows it’s not enough. the buzzing still lingers and he won’t stop until it’s satisfied.

sanji dreams about knocking you up nearly every night. it’s a problem he can’t really be annoyed about having, not when it gives him a taste of what could be. sometimes, he takes you sweet and slow, rolling his hips against yours and kissing you in the vain hope you can feel all the love he’s never been able to word just right. other times, it’s quick and dirty, a blur where he can’t tell up from down but he swears he can feel your perfect cunt milking him for every drop. the dreams always ends the same way though, with sanji waking up hard and aching in his briefs, a hand splayed across your stomach while the other gropes your chest. he doesn’t move for awhile, just breathes you in and relishes how soft you feel. he wants nothing more than slide your panties to the side, sink into your pussy and paint your walls white but when he fucks a baby into you, sanji wants to be looking into your eyes. he wants you begging for it. instead, he settles for rocking against your ass, edging and keeping himself hard until you finally wake up and he can turn dream into reality.

The east blue crew were so cute as kids🥰

Mirkwood family cuddling in bed time! With Elithien watching over her boys. 

The avengers age of ultron GAG REEL