☾☆✩⋆ Period ⋆✩☆ ☾

⇨ ⇨ CW: Mentions of blood ⇦ ⇦

☆✩ Afab user (no pronouns used) ✩☆

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I mean, the doctor said it would help ease your pains, and the doctor doesn’t lie, so it should make you feel better.

Shanks wanders around in a large circle around the deck of his ship, absentmindedly biting the inside of his cheek. The last time he came to go and check up on you, you yelled at him and attempted to throw a pillow at him. If he’s going to be honest, he doesn’t really enjoy being threatened and such by his beloved, although he does understand you are in fact in pain, so he makes the walk of shame back to the shared quarters he shares with you.

“Can I come in...” Shanks says, knocking on the door with his fist a few times, waiting for an answer from you. “Just no more throwing things, that’s all I ask.” He says opening the door slowly once you say he can come inside. Sitting down awkwardly on the edge of the bed as he wants to give you a small or rather big proposition depending on how you take it, as quite frankly he has no idea how you will react.*

“So, the doctor said that supposedly might help with your cramps.” The captain says he is shifting a bit on the bed, waiting for you to react. “Just don’t shoot the messenger; they said it was something to do with the endorphins or whatever.” Shanks says, shrugging a bit, as he definitely wasn’t paying much attention to what the doctor was saying apart from the fact that it could relieve you from some of the pain you’re going through right now, and that’s his main objective right now.*

Once you give the redhead a sign of approval, he eagerly fishes around in the bedside drawer looking for some protection first before rushing off to the bathroom to grab a towel to put under you so you don’t get uncomfortable or embarrassed about getting blood on the bedsheets.

“Alrighty, just stay still for me, dear.” Shanks says, leaning down to give you a kiss on the forehead before lifting your lower half up to place the towel underneath you and shifting your lower clothes off awkwardly since, well, he only has one arm, but he manages to do it and take off his own pants, tearing the condom packet with his teeth before sliding the protection onto his . Entering you slowly, his gaze flickering up to meet yours as he makes sure that you are in fact nice and comfortable right now.

A/N: “I hate this man with every bone in my body. All 207 of them ifykm. Also, kind of implied himbo Shanks bc mmmmm... I love me some big dumb men aughhh it gets me so weak. Apologies if the upload schedule gets weird halfway through this as I’m rather busy with being a cook as of recently.”