One Piece One Shots

Requests: closed Hello all! This blog is dedicated to writing whatever imagines/one shots you guys want me to spit out! I prefer writing for: the Straw Hats, Ace, Law, Marco, Katakuri, Shanks, Mihawk, Smoker, but you can send in a request and I’ll see if inspiration hits. Please only request 1-2 characters at a time. NSFW and SFW on this blog, NSFW will be labeled.

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Helloo love~ Can you write one with Ace/Law/Kid/Kuzan where he falls asleep on his girlfriend and has a nightmare where he loses her and when he wakes up she's gone (but just getting a blanket/tea/book) and he panics and looks for her and is extremly happy when he sees his gf again (Bonus: some cute fluff) Love your writing :))

I know it’s been *checks notes* actual years since I have touched this blog, but I kinda wanted to try my hand at a few of the asks I have in my inbox. I saw this ask and really wanted to explore Ace and an AU I’ve had brewin’ in my brain for a minute, so this is the result! I hope you guys like it. I’d also like to say that once I do a few more asks, I’ll be opening my asks for a few slots, so keep an eye out for that! The ask box is open for those who wanna shoot me an encouraging message or have anything you’d like to say about the stories I’ve done this far, but I am not taking requests at this time. I’ll let y’all know when I am though!

Warnings: smut, NSFW, graphic descriptions of injuries, description of a panic attack, Ace is a potty mouth, gratuitous amounts of fluff to make up for the angst

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Ace was warm; pleasant and comforting, he felt like he was being hugged by freshly cleaned, sun-warmed linens. He rolled over onto his side, arms stretching until a satisfying pop resonated up his spine, before he draped them over a waist. He opened his eyes to see you laying with your back against his chest, and he felt himself grin. He nuzzled into your neck, nose running along the bend of your neck as he tightened his grip just enough to make you sigh sleepily, a smile creeping across your face.

You roll in his arms, bare skin running against his in ways that had a needy heat pooling in his belly. He all but purred when you ran your hands over his body, kissing up his neck before lightly running your tongue against the shell of his ear.

“I’ll be right back handsome”

It was a murmur, sounding far away but right there, too, if that made any sense. Ace furrowed his brows, reality feeling askew for only a second before you were kissing him and the words were forgotten completely.

Your hands cupped his cheeks, and you rolled yourself on top of him, your naked body bathing in the morning sunlight that filtered into the room they were in.

Ace felt like the luckiest man in the world as he gazed up at you with a reverence, his hands gripping onto your hips and rolling his hardened length against your dripping core. You sucked your bottom lip into your teeth, your lids hooded and your whole body trembling.

“(Y/N)” Ace gasped. He reached up, taking your face in his hands and pulling you down, devouring your lips with his as he adjusted his himself. You smiled into the kiss, taking one of his hands in your own, the other snaking down to where his cock throbbed against their bodies. His breath hitched as he felt you grip his shaft, stroking it once, twice, spreading his pre-cum along the thick length before twirling it around your entrance. You gave him a twinkling, teasing look, and he could feel his smirk growing dangerous-

He blinked, and then suddenly you were gone.

He whipped his head around so fast, it should have given him whiplash. The sheets didn’t feel warm anymore, the sunlight outside suddenly felt too bright.

Ace looked toward the door, and only then realized he wasn’t on the old man’s ship, he was in Dandan’s hut. He didn’t remember coming here, he hadn’t seen this place since he was seventeen. He looked around once more, slowly getting up from the cold bed and realized he had his shorts on again.

That thought came and went when he heard the sounds of battle happening outside the door.

He walked toward the it, his hesitancy from before now gone, but the more steps he took toward the door, the further away it seemed to get. His gait went from careful and calculated to a dead sprint when the sounds of battle seemed to mesh with the sounds of screaming — your screaming.

He ran for all he was worth, the door slowly inching its way toward him. His fingers almost grazed the worn brass of the doorknob when he made a desperate jump for it, and he missed, and then he was falling.

Falling…

Falling…

Falling…

The black abyss swallowed him until he broke through into sunlight, and he landed with what should have been a painful thud, but he was numb to it. Why couldn’t he feel anything?

The dust settled around him, and he saw he was still on Mt. Colubo, but what was happening around him made no sense.

It was the Summit War.

He saw the various prisoners of Impel Down, the revolutionaries, the White Beard Pirates, his brothers and sisters, clashing with marines, admirals, captains, the Shichibuki…

There was so much blood. So much death and violence, all because he couldn’t do his duty as a commander, he wasn’t strong enough, he wasn’t worth this.

Luffy called out to him and he whipped around to see Luffy running towards him with that ridiculous grin in place and oblivious to Akainu gaining on him, a tacky, malicious grin painted on the admiral’s cheeks.

Ace didn’t think he had moved, but one second he was watching as Akainu gained speed on his little brother, the next second Ace was standing over Luffy, preparing himself to take the blow that would have killed him, should have killed him. Akainu sneered at him, the lava that bubbled off of the admiral’s arms broiling Ace’s skin, it was so intense, so sudden, and Ace could only stand there, could only watch as Akainu thrust forward…

“ACE!”

That scream, the shrill, panicked gasp, made Ace’s heart stop, and suddenly he watched as your body slumped forward, Akainu’s fist buried into your chest cavity.

No.

You looked over your shoulder, blood dribbling down your chin and you smiled, soft and sweet as always and Ace tried to yell. He tried to cry out your name in horror, scream at the monster that was ripping your heart from your body, but nothing came out, nothing but silence and the ringing in his ears.

No. No. No!

You reached your hand out to him, the appendage broken looking and trembling. Something tried to be said, a soft murmur on the tip of your tongue but nothing came out but blood. It soaked your shirt and spilled out onto the grass and pooled around Ace’s knees.

(Y/N)! No! Not (Y/N)! No, no no no nononono —

(Y/N)!

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Ace gasped awake, body sitting bolt upright and gulping in air in heaving sobs. He felt like fire was in his veins, and not like how his devil fruit made him feel. This was a suffocating heat that left him feeling as if all the air in his lungs had been sucked out by a vacuum, and the world around him was closing in. He looked around and felt confused at the unfamiliar inn room he was in until he realized it was the same one he and you had booked for the night.

The Summit War was over. Pops had died, yet he had lived. You had lived, Luffy had lived.

All was well. As well as things could be these days.

His hand reached over to your side of the bed, needing to feel the warmth of you to ground him again, only to find it empty and cold. He turned his head, looking around and not seeing you anywhere. He felt the anxiety begin to rise again, his chest heaving with the absolute panic that was coursing through him at the fact that you weren’t there. Thoughts of his dream sprung back to the surface and questions started ringing through his head.

Where were you? Why are you gone? What happened? Did something happen — Oh God did something happen to you?

Ace flew forward with every intention of going to find you, but the blankets were tangled around his legs and he fell to the floor in a cursing heap. With shaking hands he wrenched the blankets away, stumbling forward like a newborn fawn, only to stop in his tracks when his door opened.

There you stood, wrapped in a robe and clutching what looked like two steaming mugs that smelled suspiciously like hot chocolate.

You blinked at him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion when you realized that, even only illuminated by the moon shining in through the curtains, his eyes were swollen, he looked panicked, almost terrified as he took you in.

“Ace, what—“

You weren’t given a chance to finish, because you suddenly had six feet of muscle squeezing the life out of you. Your eyes widened in surprise and alarm as you kept the hot chocolate from spilling. Luckily there was a dresser next to you, and you carefully turned with him still clinging to you, and placed them down before bringing your arms around his neck.

“Hey,” you said softly, bringing your hands up and running your fingers through his damp locks, and your stomach dropped. Your grip on him tightened as you felt him tremble against you, and you rocked the two of you slowly, words of comfort and love quietly whispered into his ear.

He’d had a nightmare, you thought. And you hadn’t been there when he woke up.

“I’m sorry,” Ace started, trying to pull away, as he always did when this happened, “I just thought-“

You put a gentle hand on his lips, a meaningful look passing between the two of you and Ace felt his resolve breaking, like it always did with you. He felt his bottom lip quivering and fresh tears pricking at the edges of his eyes at the thought.

Because he didn’t have to be strong around you, didn’t have to pretend he was okay and that his whole world hadn’t been rocked with the death of the closest thing he’d ever had to a dad. You knew him better than anyone, accepted him regardless of his lineage and his past.

You loved him and maybe that’s why you were the only one he could let himself break down like this in front of, he could let himself feel things and heal. He loved you and the thought of losing you that day haunts him still.

He can’t imagine what would have happened if you hadn’t been there to bodily drag Akainu away from him that day. Thank fuck he’d never have to find out.

You took both his hands in your own and led him over to the bay window that overlooked the village they were at. You sat him down on the cushions before walking back over to where Ace had wrestled with the blankets and grabbed one, shaking it out until it was free from the other blankets. You grabbed the mugs from the dresser and walked back over to Ace and settled yourself between his legs, draping the blanket over the two of you and handed him one of the warm mugs. Ace couldn’t help the small smile that graced his lips as he watched the marshmallows wiggle in the sweet drink.

“I was gonna use it as a bribe” you mock whispered, and Ace looked up, confused.

“The hot chocolate” you said with a sly smile “I was going to try to coerce you into waking up and doing a puzzle with me,” you snuggled deeper into his chest, your mug resting between your hands “but I like snuggling just as much as puzzles”

Ace chuckled, breathless and incredulous, before leaning down and setting his mug on the floor and then wrapped his arms around you. You took a sip at your drink, wincing when you realized it was still too hot, and put it down next to Ace’s. You put your head on his chest and listened to his heart beat in his chest, his warmth enveloping you better than any blanket could.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked softly, gazing up at your lover tentatively. Ace clenched his jaw before his grip tightened around you.

“It…I just-“ he seemed to chew on his words, as if grinding down on his molars was going to make them easier to say. He felt himself get worked up again at the thought of the dream, his palms sweating and his breaths deepening. Catching onto this, you lift yourself up and bring your hands to his face.

“Hey, look at me,” his eyes flick to yours, and you see the muscles in his jaw quiver with how hard he’s clenching it. “You don’t have to talk about it, not if it makes you feel like this” you let his arms around your waist go under your robe and sleep things, the feeling of your skin on his grounding him.

“You remember when we first met?” You smiled, your fingers tracing the edge of his face and gently brushing a stray wave from his face. Ace smiled softly at the memory.

“Yeah, you kicked my ass pretty good at that bar”

“You followed me for how many islands after that?” You laughed, running your hands through his hair. He couldn’t help the tinge of red that crept up his neck.

“I was a proud kid, couldn’t let some girl beat me, and you refused a re-match. What else was I supposed to do?”

You snickered, before looking back at him with a tenderness that melted his heart.

“I’m really glad you chased after me” you admitted, not for the first time, “and I’m really glad I beat your ass twice. I don’t think I’d have joined you if you hadn’t”

Ace rolled his eyes, the smile on his face never leaving. He looked into your eyes and felt like he was safe, like nothing could touch the two of you so long as you were in his arms.

“Were you having trouble sleeping too?” He asked, a little belatedly as he realized you were going to go do a puzzle, “you only like doing puzzles to get your mind off stuff. Are you okay?”

You blinked, before your smile fell into a look of contemplation as you turned your head and gazed out at the horizon that was slowly turning a lighter shade of purple, indicating just how early it was.

“Yeah” you sighed “I’m okay” you looked at him, your contemplation turning into something softer “so long as I’ve got you, my bad dreams are only ever that— dreams. I always wake up eventually.” You trace your hand down his face and across his shoulder where burns littered the left side of his body, a reminder that you had almost been too late, had almost let the person most important to you slip through your fingers. Ace took ahold of your hand, running his fingers over your own scarred flesh where you had grabbed the admiral, pulling him away from himself and Luffy.

They all had their scars from that day, no one had walked away unscathed. Physical scars would be constant reminders of what they had lost, but also of what they had saved.

Ace put both of your hands in his and kissed them, so gently it was like he was handling paper thin glass. He put them to his chest, warm and alive and he looked up at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky, because to him you did.

“I love you, (Y/N)” his voice cracked, emotions in him raw and burning. You smiled, putting your forehead to his.

“I love you too, Ace” you gave him a soft kiss to his lips, “with everything I have.”

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How would Ace react if his s/o freaked out when they saw him on fire for the first time. Like, omg you're on fire! Stop, drop, and roll!

Oof did I go a lil ham on the ol’ smutty spice. I feel like I stayed within the parameters of the request, but I’m always a little wary about doing things that weren’t requested, even if technically it wasn’t not requested, ya know? Hope y’all like it regardless! I also added in some of the Spade Pirates because why not?

Requests are still closed, but any love thrown at the ask box is always appreciated. Let me know what you guys think!

Warnings: SMUT 18+, penetration (f/receiving), the bits are described but no gender is given, swearing, drinking, un-beta’d as always, Ace is a potty mouth, a sexy, dirty potty mouth

~~*~~

You had both had way too much to drink.

It had been the first time in a while since you had been able to catch up with Ace. The Spades Pirate Captain was someone you always looked forward to running into, which had more to do with the fact that you had more feelings for him then was strictly allowed between a Marine and a pirate. He had intrigued you back in Loguetown with his up and coming pirate crew and charming personality, you had helped him escape, unbeknownst to Captain Smoker at the time, and that had been that.

You hadn’t expected to get an opportunity to transfer onto a Marine ship bound for the Grandline, but when given the chance, you had jumped at the chance.

It had been pure coincidence that the first few islands you had docked at had been ones Ace and his crew had been at, and the two of you were always joined at the hip the moment you saw one another. He always had some crazy story or another to regale to you, and you had the best ways to avoid being seen and had more than enough stories about being a government agent and your life this far that the two of you never ran out of things to talk about.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out the two of you had something going on. His crew had caught on to the way their captain looked at you, the subtle way he always seemed to be right next to you whenever the two of you were reunited, how careful you always were to not get caught and the amount of help you gave them when the Marines were getting wise to where they were. They had been wary at first, not knowing if this was some ploy by the government to capture the elusive Spades pirate captain, but as time went on and the stakes seemed to be getting higher for you, yet you still sought him out and helped him out, they had come to start bets on when you’d be joining them, or at the very least when the two of you finally stopped dancing around one another. They didn’t have to wait very long to see who won that bet.

~~*~~

It had been almost a month since you had seen Ace, having gone under cover on an island close to the Red Line that had taken up a lot of your time and had prevented you from really searching for him. He had seen you by chance in front of the local bar, having just taken your disguise off and ready to resume sailing with whoever your superiors had dictated you go off with, and he hadn’t hesitated.

“(Y/N)!” His shout had you snapping your head up, and before you really understood what was going on you were being scooped up into a pair of strong arms and being swung in an excited circle. Your surprise only lasted a second before an incredulous laugh erupted from you and you were hugging onto his neck, reveling in the feel of him and the scent of him and the warmth of his body.

And his body seemed almost feverish in its warmth, and you were going to comment before he was setting you down and dragging you back into the bar with exclamations of, “We GOTTA catch up! I missed you!” And how could you say no to that?.

He had been with Deuce, Saber and Ducky at the time, and it was like they didn’t even existence Ace had caught sight of you. Deuce couldn’t help the grin he threw at his fellow crew mates, who merely narrowed their gaze at him.

“Don’t count your chickens before they hatch Deuce” Ducky huffed, rolling his eyes. Saber nodded his head in agreement.

“Yeah, if they don’t hook up tonight, you lose.” Saber reminded the doctor. Deuce gave a simple shrug in reply.

“Guess we’ll have to wait and see”

It was then that you saw the three over Ace’s shoulder and you let out a laugh, waving them down and the five of you entered the bar.

Which is where we are now, so many shots into the night that you had lost count an hour ago, Ace was clinging to your shoulders with his arm draped over them and you were giggling into his chest, face hot from the alcohol and the body pressed against yours and feeling absolutely shit faced. Saber, Deuce and Ducky were sat at a different booth laughing drunkenly at something one of them said and, if you were being honest, you had kinda forgotten about them.

It felt as though the line between friends and something more blurred with every drink you ordered, and you were reveling in the way Ace seemed to only have his eyes on you. The magnetism you felt when he was around felt natural, his easy smile and charm a balm on your jaded exterior from your time with the government.

Ace felt like freedom, a freedom you hadn’t had the chance to experience since joining the marines in a desperate effort to make your parents proud. You could forget about the corruption of the system, the missions that seemed to grow more impossible as the months on the Grandline drug on, the atrocities you were forced to sit back and watch, all of it could take a back seat because Ace gave you hope that the whole world wasn’t so bad after all.

And if the way his touch seemed to linger longer and longer on your skin, or the way his grin always seemed to soften at the corners when he was looking at you, or the way he lit up when you were around were anything to go by, you thought maybe he felt something too.

With the liquid courage making any logical thoughts of consequences fly out the window, you leaned further into him as he gave you a raised brow.

“So you’re telling me” he stated, a laugh on his lips and his freckles standing out against his pink cheeks, “that you sailed with Garp?” He shook his head, before looking down at you “that must have been the shittiest boat you’ve ever had to be on”

You giggled again, before shrugging and leaning your head on his shoulder.

“He’s a hard ass, but he’s a damn good teacher” you took a sip of the water that you probably should have been drinking more of, “I learned a lot from him, but I think he’s a little too…” you gesticulated with your hands in an uncertain way, before deciding on the best word to describe the Vice-Admiral. “Intense”

“You could say that again” Ace grimaced, before leaning over and grabbing a bottle of what looked like whiskey, and poured himself another shot. “He dumped me in a forest with a bunch bandits and said good fucking luck” he threw back the shot without reaction, before he frowned at the memory. “His punches hit different too, like meteors or…cannon balls…” he shivered, and your interest, even in a drunken haze, was piqued.

“You knew him as a kid?”

Ace visibly stiffened, before looking at you with uncertainty, and shrugged in an attempt at nonchalance that looked more like a grimace.

“Uh- yeah, but it was a long time ago.”

You narrowed your eyes, attempting to focus enough on him so that you’d stop seeing double.

“Did he dump you with the bandits before or after you met your brothers?”

“Before” he smiled at the mention of his brothers, “they were the only reason Dandan didn’t outright kill me as a kid” he snickered “not for a lack of trying on her part though”

You both snickered, you because you were drunk and the thought of Ace as a kid getting chased around by bandits was, for some reason, funny to you, and Ace because those days were some of his favorites.

He looked down at you, your eyes twinkling in the dim light of the bar and he felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest because damn, you were perfect. You were kind and funny and understanding and kick-ass and now, at a bar near the end of the Grand-line, you looked up at him with a grin that seemed to soften the longer you looked up at him and he just couldn’t help it.

He had promised a long time ago that he would live his life without regrets, and knew, even drunk, that if he didn’t kiss you right then and there, he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

The kiss was sudden and unexpected, so there was a little teeth clacking and a gasp escaped from you before you re-gained your senses and pressed harder into his lips with a pleased smile. He was hot against your skin, his mouth perfectly molding to your own and he felt a soft groan rumble in his chest and the sound made the apex of your thighs feel slick with need. You don’t know how long the two of you stayed like that, you straddling him on the bar stool and weaving your fingers through his black waves and him gripping onto the sides of your thighs for dear life, before his large hands slid up and under your shorts to cup your ass.

Deuce couldn’t stop laughing when he noticed the spicy scene happening at the bar. Ducky and Saber looked back and groaned in harmony.

“Man, never bet against Deuce” Saber bemoaned, and Ducky just threw the berries at the cackling doctor with a grimace.

“Ah, well, next rounds on me and Banshee boys” Deuce laughed as he started stowing away his winnings.

Back at the bar, you gave a pleasured gasp, breaking the kiss with a pant and smirking at the way his pupils were blown and the way he bit his bottom lip and looked as though he wanted to make you come undone on the busy bar’s rickety stool.

“Let’s finish this back in my room?” You breathed against his ear, taking it into your teeth in a playful nip. It was his turn to smirk, and before you could do anything else he lifted you from the barstool and, with you giggling and clinging to him, he walked up the stairs, with you directing him on where to go.

~~*~~

“Fuck— oh God, Ace-“ you panted, skin damp and breaths coming in sobs as he pounded into you, relentless in his need to chase a high he had been fantasizing about for months, one where you scream his name and cum so hard against his cock that you milk him dry. His moans were sweet against your skin, his touch molten as he gripped your thighs. You gasped, a moan coming out that made Ace tighten his hold, going so deep you could feel the pleasant burn of him stretching you.

You knew that, had you been sober, there would have been a thousand and one different reasons why this was a bad idea. You knew you were flirting with a line that, once crossed, couldn’t be taken back. This could be your undoing, this could be the thing that put you on a hit list, or get you a bounty.

Sober you knew what had been spoon fed to you since you were born, but the you right now didn’t care about possible consequences or what might happen in the morning. All you cared about right now was the fact that the only thing you knew how to say was his name and you sang it like a prayer into his sweat soaked shoulder as you lifted yourself up and snaked your arms around his neck, and he leaned forward, running a hand up your hip and to your breast, tweaking a perked nipple between his fingers and eliciting more pleasured whimpers from you.

He bent down and kissed you as he worked, hips relentlessly thrusting and one hand wondering down your side with a gentle touch that had your belly tying itself in knots.

“Fuck, (Y/N), so good, feel so good—“ he babbled as his movements became erratic, his words slurring as his peak felt like a beautiful inevitability that he could almost touch. You were so close too, and you all but screamed when you felt his hand go between your bodies and stroke your clit in desperate circles. Your arms were above your head, pulling at your hair as the coil threatened to snap.

It was when Ace bent his head down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, his hips snapping against yours and so close to spilling into you it almost hurt, that you looked up just in time to see something that made your eyes go wide and your blood go cold, feeling suddenly stone cold sober. You let out a yell that scared Ace half to death.

A few things happened all at once and, in hindsight, Ace had kinda done it to himself, especially considering just how much he’d had to drink that night.

He had forgotten to tell you about the devil fruit he had eaten while the two of you had been apart. He hadn’t told you about his new flame powers, how he was still kind of trying to get used to them or how sometimes when he has…big emotions, he ignites like dry grass on a summer island.

So, without this warning, you had seen him, his bare back completely engulfed in flames, and had immediately shoved him off of you as you went into panic mode.

In a convenient turn of events, at least in your eyes at the time, a water basin laid near the bed to use to wash up and, with no hesitation, you threw the water at him, completely drenching him.

He sputtered and you, wide-eyed and adrenaline coursing through you, also threw the blanket over him with force.

“Holy shit, Ace you need to roll!”

“What the fuck are you talking abou-“

“You’re on fire Ace!” He heard you scramble around for something, probably your clothes. Realization dawned on him and he felt the color drain from his face as he struggled to get out of the blanket.

“Damn, fuck, wait (Y/N), it’s fine-“

“How is this fine? How did I not notice? Fuck, Ace I’m so sorry, how bad is it-“

“(Y/N), seriously, wait-“ Ace finally untangled himself from the blanket and looked up to see you hovering over him, his shirt haphazardly thrown over you and worry obvious on your face as you apologized again.

“Those flames were so big, do you even have skin left? Let me go get Deuce-“

Ace grabbed a hold of your hands and it made you pause to look up at him, eyes shining with worry. The initial ire he had felt before had completely evaporated when he saw just how worried you were. Now he was fighting to keep his face straight, a laugh threatening to bubble up.

“I’m, fuck I’m so sorry (Y/N), look, I’m fine.” He twisted around and you got a better look at his back and felt your face scrunch up, confused.

Beautifully sculpted muscle, bare and as smooth as the day he was born. The only thing marring it was the dusting of freckles that were spattered against the sun kissed skin. You traced a soft finger over him with a feather light touch, making goosebumps rise on his wet skin.

“How-“

“I ate a devil fruit”

You blinked at him, his words processing in the stretched silence that followed.

“You- I’m sorry, you what?”

“The Mera Mera Fruit” he coughed into his hand to hide the laugh, your face making him fail in his efforts in keeping a straight face “I can control and, ya know, turn into fire now. I was going to tell you-“

“When?” You asked incredulously, arms going up to gesture at the room “before or after you burn the inn to the ground? Ace, you really scared m— why are you laughing?” You hissed the last part, looking at Ace with mounting irritation.

He couldn’t help it though, not with the way things had so suddenly taken a turn. Here he was, still half hard, naked and soaked and you clutching the wet bedsheets to your chest with his bright yellow shirt thrown on and scolding him (and rightly so- he knew that) because he had been so focused on you and how good you felt that he hadn’t been able to control his powers.

Powers he had completely forgotten to tell you about. Which boggled his mind cause usually he’d show off without being asked, but he’d been so excited to see you tonight he hadn’t even thought about it.

He giggled almost boyishly and you could feel the irritation start to melt, a small smile creeping across your face. His smile always seemed to do that to you, make you feel like putty in his hands and maybe you were. You couldn’t find it in you to care though.

Ace wiped at his eye and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you, it’s just-“ a laugh escaped again, and he wiped at his eyes again “I can’t believe I didn’t tell you, I should have told you, and this isn’t funny I swear-“ he looked up at you and chuckled at your raised brow. You rolled your eyes with a sigh, before seeming to relent a little bit, sagging back onto the bed.

“Maybe this is a little funny” you admitted with your own laugh “and I don’t know how that could have slipped your mind” you teased, “fire powers are definitely something you should mention, like, first”

Ace smiled at you, humor still in his eyes and yet, something a little more tender seemed to hide in his wide smile.

“Guess I had better things to talk about”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes again before they narrowed.

“Well I hate to break it to you, but I think the mood is broken”

Ace’s eyes widened, before scrunching in concern “Wait, no it’s —“

You threw the damp blanket off of yourself, revealing your mostly bare body, your supple hips swaying as you went in search of your own clothes. Ace watched appreciatively for only a second, loving the way your naked body looked in nothing but his shirt, before he sprang up and took a gentle hold of your waist. You looked up at him, a small half smile curving your lips and Ace felt himself stir against your backside. He nuzzled into your hair, hands tightening their hold on you when you pressed into him again.

“I really am sorry for not telling you” he said it so softly, the genuine honesty in his voice making you turn in his hold, your lips pursed.

“It’s okay,” you relented, and you looked up at him and your eyes widened imperceptibly as you saw steam rise off of his skin. You lifted your fingers, feeling as the steam warmed your hand and made perspiration start to form on your fingertips. “Cool power, by the way”

You smiled up at him, and he felt his cheeks heat in a blush.

“I guess” was all he could supply, and you snorted.

“Suddenly Mr. Modest?” You teased, arms snaking around his shoulders, and he groaned when you ground yourself into his hardening length.

“I just really wanna get back to what we were doing”

You grinned, a coy thing that had Ace going weak in the knees.

“I don’t know,” you looked away as though in thought, one of your hands trailing down his bare side, causing the steam that was slowly starting to fade wisp out behind it. “I’m not exactly fire proof, and neither is the town” you looked up into his eyes with a twinkle in your own “think you can control yourself?”

He was tilting your face to his and capturing your lips in a heated kiss before you could say anything else, and you smiled into it, his sweet moans making heat pool back in your belly and the two of you didn’t make it to the bed before you picked up where you left off, without setting anything on fire this time.

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Can I have some relationship headcanons for Law, Corazon, and Smoker!!

I know it’s been *checks notes* actual years since I have touched this blog, but I kinda wanted to try my hand at a few of the asks I have in my inbox. I wasn’t comfortable enough with Corazon’s character to be able to do headcannons on him, but I’m catching up on One Piece and I’m currently on Fishman island, so he may be someone I come back to this for! Requests are still closed, thank you guys for your patience ❤️

Warnings: Some NSFW headcannons, 18+ advised

Law:

- I can see Law being very much the quiet type of lover. His love language would be time spent together, subtle ways of showing his affection without being too in your face.

-His favorite space for the two of you to hang out in is, oddly enough, his surgery (not when he’s, ya know, elbow deep in someone, obvs). He likes talking to you as he’s mixing together different remedies, either explaining what he’s doing or just talking about whatever comes to mind. He likes being near you, he likes the security of having you within his sight.

-Arguments aren’t something he’s good at. He gets frustrated, he hates yelling, especially at you, but sometimes he lets his emotions get the better of him. Law would be the type to have to walk away from an argument so that he can calm down, so he can regather his thoughts and cool off. He’ll be the first person to admit he’s wrong, but only if you let him have some space. He’ll also be the first one to call you on your own bullshit, so be aware of that too.

- He likes being little spoon, he likes it when your arm is draped over his waist and the feeling of your bare, sleep warmed skin against his back, but he also just likes being close to you, so big spoon, little spoon, it’s all the same to him.

- Homeboy is FREAKY in bed. He gives me BDSM/Dom/Switch vibes. Do with THAT what you will friends.

Smoker:

- He’s a lot like Law in the fact that he’s not shouting from the rooftops that you guys are together, but he shows he cares in different ways.

- He loves it when it’s just the two of you in his office, he always chastises you about sitting on his desk, but that’s just to hide the fact that he not so secretly loves the view it gives him of your thighs. He values these moments alone with you, not just for sexual reasons, but also because he can get your opinion without worrying about anyone else chiming in.

- He prefers you as a sparring partner when he’s demonstrating new forms to his subordinates. It gives him an excuse to get up close and personal with you, but it’s also his way of making sure you can defend yourself. He wants you to be taken care of, especially when he isn’t there.

-He can come off as overly harsh, too analytical and almost patronizing when in an argument, but only because he cares. You’ll have to have a completely open line of communication with him, you’ll have to be comfortable with telling him how he’s acting affects you and how you feel, and you need to be patient with his work schedule and how he can be when on the field.

- As big of a meat head as he is in the public eye, I’d see him as a gentle giant in bed. He’d love giving it to you slow, telling you how good you feel “you take me so good baby” . All that being said, he’d fuck you hard and without mercy if he’s in the mood, and something tells me he’d be into kinky cosplay. Dirty marine punishing the naughty subordinate, anyone?

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Heyy could i get a head canon of ace's o/c having really bad sunburns all over their body and how ace would help her feel better? THANK

I know it’s been *checks notes* actual years since I have touched this blog, but I kinda wanted to try my hand at a few of the asks I have in my inbox. I have some drafted works that I'll try posting once a day for the next two days since its my days off. Requests will be closed until I get more of the ones already in my inbox done, but I hope you enjoy the little one shots I've gotten done! Also, figured out the "keep reading" magic trick most people seem to know how to do, so hope you guys appreciate that!

Warnings: Descriptions of severe sunburn, Ace bein' a smarty-britches

“Ya know, I feel like I told you so would be in bad form, but-“

“Then maybe keep your mouth shut”

“But I told you that wearing that outfit in the desert wasn’t just a bad idea, but a dangerous one-“

“Seriously Ace, my skin is literally bubbling up like a fried egg in bacon grease, is that not punishment enough?”

Ace gave you a raised brow, pausing in his ministrations. His hands were slick with aloe, your back and neck the only places he had gotten to thus far. You turned your head with a pout, and Fire-Fist couldn’t help the snicker that left him.

“Maybe looking like a lobster is pretty bad” he smirked as he continued to gently rub the salve over your hot skin “can’t say I’d know the feeling though, seeing as I was smart enough to wear proper protective-“

“I was more protected than you!” You snapped, a stubborn set to your chin “you only had a robe on, and yet somehow-“

“Yes, somehow the guy who can turn into a bonfire can’t get sunburned” Ace teased, “I know, I’m just as shocked as you.”

You turned your head again to pierce him with a glare, only for your eyes to roll back and a pleasured groan to escape. His fingers pressed into your lower back in gentle circles, eliciting more of this response. He may be making fun of you, but he was still worried. You hadn’t been joking about your skin bubbling up with blisters. Your back wasn’t so bad, but your stomach had retained the brunt of the damage from where your robe was open, revealing your dancing outfit Luffy’s blonde friend had gotten for you.

It wasn’t exactly a secret the two of you were an item, and when his eyes bugged out of his head at the sight of you decked out in traditional Alabastian dance garb, you had noticed because that’s what you had been hoping for. You loved it when his eyes traced over you like a man starved, loved the attention you garnered from it and hadn’t wanted to hide the outfit once it was time to venture out.

Ace had warned you, as had the reindeer doctor (who was still unbelievably cool to Ace), the navigator Nami, Vivi had made a point to warn you multiple times, and the only thing anyone could get you to do was put the head wrap and robe on, though you insisted that you not tie it.

And now here you were, unable to breathe without sharp pain stabbing your skin and heat seemed to roll off of your body in waves. Ace was a literal torch and even he thought you were hot to the touch.

“The outfit was really nice, though” Ace added, thumbs gliding up your back with a soft touch that had you relaxing into him, “when you’re all healed up, you could put it back on,” he blew on your glistening burns, the chill leaving goosebumps in its wake. Ace couldn’t help but grin as you turned to putty in his hands, “could be fun for me to take it off you, nice and slow-“

He accidentally pressed too hard into your shoulder, aggravating one of the blisters there and making you yelp. You twisted around with involuntary tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you gave him another glare.

“Sorry, (Y/N)!” He bowed his head, and all the fight seemed to leave you as you resigned yourself to being a walking talking pus-filled blister for the foreseeable future. Slumping forward, you pouted.

“I’m burning that outfit on the next island we get to” you promised as Ace went back to blowing on the aloe on your back, “it’s cursed”

“Aw,” It was Ace’s turn to pout “don’t blame the sexy outfit for you not wearing it right.” he poked his head around your shoulder so he could see you, “seriously, I think you should keep it-“

“Nope!” You kept a straight face as you gave him a narrow look “it’s going straight into a fire the second we dock, Ace.” You shrugged, feeling a smile creep across your face when you saw his pout deepen.

“But you might be able to convince me to get a different outfit” you tilted your head with a raised brow “one that would be even more fun to slowly take off of me while we have some fun.”

Ace blinked at you as your words seemed to process in his mind. A mischievous smirk played on his lips as you leaned your head on your knees with a coy smile. His smile softened, and he reached around you and traced his hand over your cheek, which was the same color as a ripe tomato.

“We’ve gotta get these burns healed before we can think about that” he scooted around and sat in front of you, scooping more of the aloe salve into his hand.

“I can get the front-“ you protested, before Ace tsk’ed and began to apply generous amounts to your face and neck.

“I gotta make sure to be thorough, no more arguing”

You smiled almost bashfully at that, but didn’t say anything else and just let him take care of you.

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What about this scenario: Shanks, Crocodile and Mihawk trying to convince their love of staying at their homes with them in order to keep them safe? (:

I know it’s been *checks notes* actual years since I have touched this blog, but I kinda wanted to try my hand at a few of the asks I have in my inbox. This was fun! Shanks is a cool dude and he’s fun to write for. Requests are closed for the moment while I tackle the ones that I’ve got collecting dust in ye old inbox, but if you have a comment, encouragement or even critique, the ask box is open. This one is short, sweet, and full of fluff. Enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, Shanks bein’ a scoundrel, so much fluff.

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You spun the gold ring around your left ring finger, taking in the fresh spring breeze that was crisp with the scents of wildflowers and the sea-salt of the ocean. The Grand-line was crystal blue, the waves picturesque with their foamy white caps, lapping against white sands that gradually turned into beautiful hibiscus bushes, palm trees, then soft looking grass that held a cacophony of different colored flowers. The rooftops of the village were wonderfully diverse in color, the reds, oranges, browns of the terra-cotta and greens and grey of the stone scattered across the hilly landscape until it perfectly meshed into the forest that divided this part of the island to the next and made it all feel cozy and rustic.

You could see why Shanks kept a villa here, on the top of the hill that gave this stellar view. The entire island was beautiful, quiet, perfect to quietly fade into retirement.

Taking an anxious breath, you spun the ring around your finger a few more times, wondering where he was, when a strong arm wrapped around your waist and rested against your distended belly.

“There’s my two favorite people” Shanks smiled into your neck as he nuzzled close to you, and as if on command you felt a bump against the inside of your stomach, exactly where Shanks’ hand rested. His smile broadened, you rolled your eyes.

“You’re late” you chided softly, resting your hands over his one. He kissed your jaw, and you smiled, leaning back against him as you kept your gaze on the horizon.

“I’m sorry love” he put his head on the top of your head as he gazed out at the horizon with you. “I’m here now, though.”

“And the crew?”

Shanks smiled, feeling grateful to have you in his life. The care you had for the entire crew made him fall more in love with you every day.

“They’re all okay, they did what they had to,” he smirked “and they did it the only way they know how to: perfectly”

He spun you in his arm and took ahold of your hip, giving it a playful squeeze.

“We still have a few days before they make it back here,” he leaned forward, tracing his hand up your side and up to your face, cupping your cheek with a grin, “let’s take advantage of having this whole villa to ourselves”

You smiled as you leaned into his touch, before you felt the anxiety crawl back into your mind.

“They’re all okay though?” You asked, looking up into his eyes, “no one got hurt, or—“

“They’re all fine, (Y/N).” He chuckled, gentle and low, his chest vibrates under your hands. “You worry too much, and I don’t think that’s good for pregnant people.”

You wince, before fiddling with your wedding band again. Shanks gently took ahold of your hands, forcing you to stop in your fidgeting.

“Talk to me baby” he kissed your knuckles, “what’s going on in that head of yours?”

You kept your eyes at your feet, not quite sure how to put everything into words.

“I just-“ you start, before pursing your lips and thinking of a different way to say it, “I hate that…I wish they didn’t have to do everything” you admitted softly, trying to keep your voice even despite the edges of your eyes burning with the threat of tears.

“I know,” Shanks said, just as softly, before letting go of your hands and putting a finger under your chin, gently making you look up at him. “But they understand, (Y/N). They wouldn’t want you putting yourself and Shanks Jr. at risk”

You snort at the name he’d given the baby, one he had said mostly as a joke when your emotions were getting the better of you, but the humor in the moment is gone as soon as it happened when you pushed him with a roll of your eyes.

“Shanks, I’m serious-“

“And so am I” he interjected with a soft laugh, “(Y/N), we talked about this. If there was anything I thought I needed to be worried about, I would have gone with them. It was an easy meeting, Ben handled it beautifully, and I got a vacation with the love of my life” he rubbed his hand up and down your arm, before bringing you in and pecking your forehead. A small smile graced your lips as you melted into him, your head going to his chest and you stood there basking in each other’s presence for an extended moment.

The sounds of the ocean waves lapping against the shore, the soft, cool breeze blowing softly against your skin and the sound of his heart beat against your ear almost lulled you to sleep. Shanks smiled into your hair, kissing the top of your head as he began to move the two of you towards the open bedroom.

“Let’s take a nap in that big fancy bed” he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows when you looked up at him “and then let’s have some fun”

You laughed, bright and genuine and Shanks felt butterflies in his stomach at the sound.

He was happy; happy to have you, his crew, the baby on the way and happy he could keep you safe.

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Sabo and Ace as samurai drawn by Oda from One Piece Magazine 9

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And I’ll be a demon if that’s what it takes to help the people who count on me.

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Luffy relationship headcanons? And, how or if Luffy would confess his love?

I know it’s been *checks notes* actual years since I have touched this blog, but I kinda wanted to try my hand at a few of the asks I have in my inbox.

See, I just don’t know if Luffy, canonically, has the capacity for romantic love! Maybe after the two year time skip he might be able to notice things about people he likes, but I’ve always pegged him as ace (lol) and, if he does decide later to have a partner, it would be full of laughs, soft looks and late night snack raids.

I don’t think Luffy would be the one to confess, and if his partner expressed their own feelings for him, they’d have to be very patient with him.

But he’d be the best at showing signs of platonic love! He gives some of the best hugs, he’ll surprise you with his thoughtfulness (he knows exactly what to steal from the kitchen for you and will get all the lumps for it from Sanji and not think twice!), he’s a very good, albeit twitchy, listener and can give surprisingly insightful advice (when the mood strikes him)

Again, if you wanted to pursue something beyond this, you would have to be patient with him and go at his pace. Hand holding would be an obvious yes, always, fishing with your head on his shoulder would also be possible (unless he’s being too fidgety, then you can opt for just being close) kissing would be completely beyond him and maybe even make him uncomfortable! Idk man! And spicy stuff? That’d be a foreign language, and he ain’t a linguist. I feel like once he does open up like that, he has the potential to be a very sweet guy with his heart on his sleeve and would do anything for you.

This is all pure speculation though, Luffy is one of those characters that I feel like can be interpreted completely different person to person and, just because I feel a certain way about him, doesn’t mean I’m right! Oda sucks at romance, and sticks with what he’s good at which is found family, adventure and pirates. Hope this was okay! Head cannons are hard.

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Hi! Could I request some Marco fluff one shot? Thank you! I love reading your blog XD

I know it’s been *checks notes* actual years since I have touched this blog, but I kinda wanted to try my hand at a few of the asks I have in my inbox. This one was a fun one! Marco is a really underrated character sometimes and it was nice to write some *chef’s kiss* fluff. I hope you guys like it! And for those of you who enjoy this and my writing, thank you! My inbox will not be re-opening for the foreseeable future though, I don’t want to get anymore people’s hopes up

Pairing: Marco x GN!reader

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, smooches, *eyebrow waggle* very mild spice

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The soft turning of a page stirred Marco awake.

The air in the surgery was warm, the bed and comforter that was tangled between his legs soft, and he caught the gentle scent of you as you rested against his bare chest.

He blinked awake owlishly, the blurry outline of you with a book in your hands, and another book resting at his other side in his limp hand.

“Mornin’ sunshine” you grinned, not looking up from your book. Marco held you the slightest bit tighter, other hand gripping the book to see where he was in it, only for him not to retain anything about it. He huffed and threw the book to the side and snaked his arm around your waist, snuggling into your chest.

You giggled, a soft heat creeping up your neck as you felt his warm breath against your collar. You hugged his head briefly, smiling into the patch of blonde hair of his and kissed it.

“Still tired?” You sighed, book abandoned next to you. Marco simply gave a gruff ‘hmm’, before digging his nose deeper into you, your heartbeat a pleasant rhythm that was lulling him back to sleep. You exhaled a laugh, both arms hugging him to you as you closed your own eyes.

“We’re not gonna be able to sleep tonight, you know that right?”

Marco just smirked into your chest, a playful nip having you squirming a little in his hold, a gasp escaping. He kissed the spot he had nipped, before looking up at you with hooded eyes.

“Who said anything about sleeping tonight”

The grin he was giving you turned you into jelly, but you scoffed and playfully shoved him, though he only held tighter to you and gave you a playful peck to your cheek, which only elicited a giggle and another playful shove. He nuzzled against your neck, smiling into the kisses he laid upon it. You sighed, melting into his touch with a smile. He seemed to decide that laying on you was preferable to anything physical at the moment, and settled you into his side, nose still pressed against the side of your neck.

You smiled into his hair and shook your head.

“Sweet dreams bird brain”

“They’ll only be sweet cause you’ll be in them”

You scoffed, but didn’t try to argue with him.

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Well howdy again! I was wondering if you could do a scenario with Law sitting with his s/o while they are getting their first tattoo? And a scenario of Zoro training with s/o and it turns into cuteness :3

I know it’s been *checks notes* actual years since I have touched this blog, but I kinda wanted to try my hand at a few of the asks I have in my inbox. Because these are both characters I am comfortable writing for, I shall do two scenarios *jazz hands*. I know it won’t be worth the wait, because nothing is worth over two years of waiting, but I hope it is enjoyable nonetheless! And for those of you who enjoy this and my writing, thank you! My inbox will not be re-opening for the foreseeable future though, I don’t want to get anymore people’s hopes up.

Pairings: Law x GN!reader in the first, Zoro x GN!reader in the second

Warnings: Fluff, mild smut (a little bit of spice, then the teasing of spice), tattoos, tickling, non-beta’d (if that counts as a warning)

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Law:

The gentle buzzing of the tattoo gun had become almost cathartic in the years Law had been doing the art on the side. His crew had thought it ridiculously cool that he did most of his own tattoos, and had insisted he do theirs too. Bepo was heartbroken over the fact that no matter how much he shaved, the pirate insignia permanently on his neck never seemed to be completely visible because of his thick fur.

He had shrugged nonchalantly at all of his crew’s requests, a small hint of a smile upon his easy going face as he went to collect his gun, ink, and needles.

Then you asked him, a smile on your soft lips as you kissed him down his bare chest, blankets tangled between your legs.

“Wanna pop my tattoo cherry?” You had teased, biting him playfully on the shoulder and eliciting an almost purr from the feared surgeon “I’ve always wanted to see how those hands feel” a kiss to his neck “making a masterpiece on virgin skin” a bite to the shell of his ear, and he growled, flipping you onto onto your back. A giggle escaped you, and then a pleasured moan as his skilled, slender hands played along down your body and teased at your most intimate parts.

“Where and when, but I get to pick the masterpiece and where I put it”

A soft sigh had escaped from you as he bit down on your collar and sucked. All you could do was give a flustered nod, face hot against his cheek as he kissed higher and higher before claiming your lips with his own, a smirk playing on his features.

And now, here you were, eyes watching the concentrated look of his clenched jaw as he tattooed your shoulder. You were laying on your belly on his bed, shirtless and hiding your winces in your forearms.

He had insisted it be a surprise, an uncharacteristic excitement alighting in his eyes as he teased you about it. You were excited too, trusting him to give you something you’re sure will be perfect.

The buzzing of the tattoo gun stopped, and he seemed to pause a moment after giving it a gentle swipe to rid it of the excess ink. You watched as he worried at his thumb, biting it between his teeth in thought before taking a deep breath.

“Okay, let’s get you a mirror.”

He actually sounded a little nervous. You smiled encouragingly at him, taking his offered hand and walking to the full length mirror he kept in his room on the ship. He handed you a smaller mirror to get a better angle of it, and you got your first glimpse.

An awe filled smile spread like softened butter over your face.

It was the landscape of a familiar beach, far away on your home island, a sunset shining orange and pink over crystalline waters and Law’s ship haloed in the distance.

“Where we first met” Law rumbled behind you, watching closely at your reaction “I thought that you’d want a piece of home with you, always” he paused, a hand going to the dip of your hip, finger going into one of your belt loops and fidgeting with the fabric “do you like it?”

You breathed in, hand going to the tattoo and softly caressing the scene. A smile, soft and warm, threatened to split your face clean in two.

“I love it” you smiled, and put the mirror down and turned to face your lover, pressing your bare chest to his “almost as much as I love you”

They kissed, both smiling into each others mouths and you pounced, forcing Law to catch your legs as they wrapped around his waist. He chuckled into the kiss.

“Let’s wrap that up before we get carried away”

“But we are going to get carried away, yes?” You gasped as he nipped at your neck, his strong hold on your ass tightening.

“Oh kitten” he purred, his warm breath tickling your ear “I’m gonna have you begging for more when I’m done with you”

Zoro:

“What page are you on?”

You glanced briefly at the bottom corner of the page you were currently reading.

“765”

“Okay, cool”

And he continued the push-ups.

It had become somewhat of a routine for the two of you. Once you had already finished with your own training, excersized to the point of exhaustion, you would climb up to the library, grab a new book, and Zoro would do his cool down push-ups with you criss-cross on his back, reading your book to the point where your partner was satisfied, and you’d usually go down for dinner with him.

Today, though, you were feeling mischievous.

Marking the page you were on (869), you shifted slightly, fingers running softly through Zoro’s short locks.

The swordsman stopped as he came up from the push-up, head tilting slightly to pin you with a curious look. You gave him a teasing smile as you slid off his back and then slid under him. The look went from curious to unamused rather quickly as a blush creeped up his chest from the look you were giving him.

“What?” You asked innocently, teasing smile threatening to give away your intentions “training doesn’t have to be all push-ups and weight lifting” you looked up at him with a smirk “we can work on stamina, or if you insist, I can be your weights today.” Your fingers were roaming over the peaks and plateaus of his hardened muscles, the valley between each of his abs dripping with a hard-earned sweat from the thousands of push-ups he’d been doing. His face had softened from the unamused look he had been giving you, now he closed his eyes with a shuddering breath as your hands dipped low enough to graze the hem of his black pants.

He was right where you wanted him.

Quicker than Luffy’s fists, you tickled him - tickled him — just under his armpits where you knew he was sensitive. The great and powerful pirate hunter yelped, dropping on top of you in his surprise and eliciting a maniacal laugh of your own as he tried, and failed, to escape your ministrations, straddled on top of him now. The involuntary giggles you got out of him made you give a victorious laugh of your own, before your arrogance became your downfall. Quick as a whip, the swordsman flipped you onto your back, one of his large hands gripping both of yours in a vise like grip and the other one twitching in time with the vein in his forehead.

“You’re gonna pay for that” he seethed, an evil grin and a glint in his eye promising retribution.

Jokes on him cause you weren’t ticklish, which he found so frustrating he growled, only making you snicker and attempt to tickle him back when you freed yourself from his grasp. He dodged, smacking your hands away and attempting to leap up only for you to be on him like a damn spider monkey, wrapping yourself around him like gift wrap on a present.

You nuzzled into his neck, not sorry in the slightest, but wanting to be sweet now. He harrumphed like the grump he was, the image of the two of you, him sitting cross legged on the floor with his arms crossed over his chest and you wrapped around him a funny sight to behold. You bite at his ear and his lips twitched ever so slightly.

“If I say I’m sorry, will you still wanna have some fun?” You purred, a grin playing upon your lips. Zoro scoffed, the blush on his face deepening with every kiss and nip you laid upon his neck and you could feel him turning to putty in your arms.

But just as you thought you’d get your way, Zoro grinned conspirationally.

Before you knew what was happening, he had maneuvered his way out of your grasp and was walking towards the door, picking up his discarded shirt from the floor. He gave you a sidelong look, giving you an almost predatory smirk.

“If you’re good, maybe we can have some fun later when everyone else is asleep” he shrugged “I have first watch”

And then the bastard winked before opening the hatch and descending the ladder.

You blinked a few times, scoffed at the hilarity of being one upped for the first time in your long standing relationship with the Marimo, and scrambled after him down the ladder.

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How would Issho/Fujitora, Doflamingo, Smoker, Arlong, and Gin react to their s/o dying in their arms? (human s/o for all of them including Arlong) Sorry there are so many the posts you've made so far I've enjoyed immensely. I love your style of writing! (:

I know it’s been *checks notes* actual years since I have touched this blog, but I kinda wanted to try my hand at a few of the asks I have in my inbox. I’m going to do just Smoker, and with each of the asks with multiple characters I will pick the one I am most comfortable with writing and go from there. I hope you like it! And also, to anyone who reads this and likes it, thank you! But my ask box will remain closed until…idk, probably a long time. I don’t want to get any one’s hopes about about anything.

Pairing: Smoker x GN!reader

Warnings: Angst, character death (you asked for it), mild descriptions of injury, mentions of blood, implied smut (mildest of spice), unbeta’d if that is a warning

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The OP was supposed to be a simple one. Get in, do reconnaissance, stay under the radar, come back with what info they needed on the pirate crew, get out.

No one thought Big Mom herself was going to recognize Y/N, because you were good at your job. You had been spying for the government for years, you’d worked with Smoker as one of his subordinates, had infiltrated countless pirate crews, revolutionary bases, treasonous scum that thought they could get away with anything, and had always succeeded in your job.

Lay low, go unnoticed, get the info, come back to him. It was a perfectly organized system that was like clock work, each gear turning for the purpose of civilian protection, and justice.

Until now.

Blood soaked the beach he was kneeling on, who’s it was, he had no idea. Could be his, was probably the pirates’ that were scattered around the Vice-Admiral like debris after a storm, but what infuriated him most was it was most definitely yours.

Wheezes, broken and wet, escaped from your lips, swollen eyes looking up into stoic grey that was like looking into twin hurricanes. Anger, righteous and intense, swirled around with frustration, concern, grief, and an emotion you knew from your quiet moments between soft sheets and the hard planes of his body.

So gentle you barely felt it, he lifted you from the sand like something precious, your blood dripping down his arms and pooling beneath your broken body. Your eyes, swollen and bruised, squinted up at him and a soft smile cracked painfully across your lips.

“Hey handsome” you rasped, a cough that was soaked with blood spurting out. Smoker put a large hand through your matted hair, jaw clenching as he tightened his hold on you.

“I’m gonna get you to the ship’s infirmary” he seethed through his teeth, the usual multiple cigars he kept there like pacifiers long gone. He made to get up, but the cry that came from your lips was shrill and heartbreaking. He immediately stopped, holding you to his chest in a hold soft enough for a newborn.

“I know it hurts, but you need-“

“Do you remember Alabasta?”

Smoker stopped, looking down at your broken body that had the audacity to be giving him the smile that always managed to make his heart flutter in his chest like a crushing school girl’s. He swallowed thickly, not trusting his voice and opting for a nod.

“You were such a baby about Strawhat, I thought you were going to implode when he had his crew mate save your life.” You reached a trembling hand to his face, stroking the rough stubble of his jaw. Almost involuntarily, Smoker leaned into the soft touch, turning his head to kiss your palm as memories of their time on the desert island came to mind.

It had been the first time you had ever yelled at him, calling him reckless and blind. Telling him you were thankful for Strawhat, grateful he had saved his “stupid, sorry, ass” so you had the chance to give him a piece of your mind. He had retaliated with a practiced speech about being your superior, about how you should worry more about your job than what he was doing, how you shouldn’t talk to him like that.

Then you had the nerve to yell at him that you didn’t have a choice but to worry about him. When he yelled at you back about the why, instead of answering him you kissed him square on the mouth.

Their first kiss was in the moment, it was all teeth clacking and sudden and Smoker had been blindsided, but also hadn’t been. The two of you had been flirting with the line between officer and government agent for months at that point, subtle glances and bold, shameless flirting on your part had morphed into soft and subtle touches and hours of listening to you talk about everything and anything.

When the shock of it had worn off a second after you started kissing him, he hadn’t expected for himself to kiss you back. He had adjusted your chin, softened the kiss, and wrapped his arms possessively around your waist and lifted you, your legs wrapping around his own waist in a way that sent chills down his spine as he carried you to his desk. He set you down upon it, gentle as can be, but your legs stayed around his waist, his hips grinding into yours in a way that had him growling. Your lips had been like soft, plush, velvet on his own chapped ones, tongue sinful in its exploration, running against his to beg for entrance.

The two of you broke apart, you were panting, your face flush as you put your head on his chest and listened to the quick thumping of his heart. He smelled like a cigar, a hint of sweet fruit in a haze of earth and smoke that always managed to make your head spin. A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you licked the taste of him from them.

“I worry about you because I care about you Smoker” you looked up at him, your eyes twinkling in the soft glow of the sunlight coming in through the porthole of his cabin “probably more than what’s appropriate for a working relationship, but I don’t want to hide it anymore.” You put your hand on his face, stroking the apple of his cheek in a way no one had ever dared touch him before “if you don’t want this though, we can stop right now and never talk about it a-“

Smoker was kissing you again, softer but with a passion that turned your whole body into jelly that molded into his. It was brief, too brief for your liking but he was looking at you with a smoldering gaze that promised more.

“We do this, we tell no one.” He said with conviction “I can’t have my subordinates thinking I have favorites, and fraternizing could get me and you in a lot of trouble.”

You nodded, understanding alighted in your eyes as you coyly bit your kiss swollen bottom lip.

“If that means I get to see your smoke powers at work in the bedroom, I’ll take an oath of silence”

He felt his body react, his hardened length against your thigh making you squeeze your legs together, bringing him impossibly closer.

Smoker’s chest tightened at the memory.

“I’m glad” you said, swollen gaze growing distant “that it all happened the way it did. The last year and a half has been the best of my life” another cough, violent and cracking in its intensity that it had you whimpering into Smokers chest, and his eyes were burning with the tears that were inevitable now.

“Y/N-“ Smoker started, the deep rumble of his voice cracking “baby, you’re gonna be fine, let’s just-“ he took a breath, steeling himself to try and lift you up again, but your head falling limp against his chest stopped him, made the breath leave his lungs and, for the first time in a very long time, Smoker felt true terror grip his careful self control.

“Y/N?” His voice, so unlike the commanding bass it usually was, soft and broken as the body he held “Y/N? Sweetheart c’mon, wake up” he shook you, your head lolling to one side and then the next awkwardly, before it rested back on his chest and Smoker realized your uneven breathing had stopped, the rasping, painful breaths gone quiet and the only sounds to be heard on the bloodied beach were Smoker’s own uneven hyperventilating “Y/N please! You-you can’t do this! Baby, c’mon-open those pretty eyes, please! Y/N? Y/N!”

He held on tight to your body as he slowly broke down, the tears running rivers down his face that had smudges of your blood on it from holding your body up to it, his face buried into your hair as if he could revive you if he held on a little tighter, begged a little harder to whatever god or devil would listen. His cries broke through the silence, their only companion the lapping of water against the sand and gore. He rocked back and forth, clinging to your lifeless body like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

That was how Tashigi found her Vice-Admiral, sobbing into your hair as he begged you to wake up. Her heart shattered into a million pieces, but she had to keep him moving, had to remind him of the duty he still held.

“Vice-Admiral Smoker?” She breathed, caution in her tone, heartbreak threatening to pull her under when his breath caught. He looked up at Tashigi with a tsunami of emotions that she had never seen him display. Heartbreak and grief worked in tandem to make the ever stoic and statuesque officer crumble to his knees.

“I’ve gathered the survivors of our platoon, we’re awaiting your orders, sir”

There was a pregnant pause that seemed to stretch for an eternity, Smoker looking down at his dead lover, the emotions that had been raging across his face draining from his being, and was replaced once again with the careful stoicism that his position required of him.

He got up slowly, you still cradled against his chest as he looked out at the horizon. It was another long moment before he spoke.

“We bury our dead, then we take the fight to the one who started this.” There was a fury in his words that struck fear into Tashigi, a fear for how reckless her Vice-Admiral was about to be against a Yonko.

“But Smo-“

“Did I fucking stutter?” He whipped his head around, the grey of his eyes burning with an unbridled rage that seemed barely contained “I’m not gonna rest until every last piece of filth that carries the name of Charlotte are wiped from every ocean from the East Blue to Raftel.” He glanced down at the body in his arms, a soft, broken look before the rage hit again.

“They’re gonna pay for what they’ve taken, I’ll make sure of it personally.”

[asexualzoro]

list of reasons I find zoro ridiculous

after my similarly titled mihawk post took off I decided to make a zoro post, since he’s my second favorite character and also arguably the most ridiculous character in all of One Piece. here we go

- I know what you’re all thinking. i’m gonna open this list with how he wields three swords, right? no. no, Zoro has done so much ridiculous bullshit, this doesn’t even seem weird anymore. i don’t even bat my eye at this. this is nothing. now that i’ve got that out of the way, let’s begin

- this dude has like, an obsession with cutting off his own limbs? and MAYBE i can understand trying to cut his feet off when they were stuck in wax—you’re trying to save your friends, i get it—but what about when he was sword shopping in loguetown? who’s first response when buying a cursed sword and testing if it’s really cursed is “i’ll toss it in the air n see if I get amputated lol.” plus there’s that old filler where luffy gets his finger stuck in a bottle and, when he asks zoro for help getting it out, zoro tries to CUT IT OFF. im convinced he lost that left eye of his bc he got dust or something in it and then tried to stab it out

- there’s like, several occasions where Zoro has been directed to head up a staircase and gone some other direction. it happened in enies lobby and in dressrosa? like, what’s the dude got against stai—… oh, wait

- his reintroduction post timeskip. get on the wrong boat? just cut it in half! who even cares! how’d you even end up on the wrong boat? you had to walk towards that boat, which means looking at the boat. that boat looked nothing like the sunny, wouldn’t zoro have noticed that? he also has to make an effort to climb on, which means, you guessed it, looking at the boat! he probably sees the crew members, maybe even gets helped up by one or a few. how did he not at any point in time notice that wasn’t his boat?

- also when they landed on sabaody the first time and zoro was like “i’m gonna go take a walk!” and both Sanji and Usopp tried to stop him, talking to him like concerned parents of a troublemaking toddler, like “Zoro you can’t go out there you’ll get lost!” to which Zoro replies “yeah but the grottos are numbered, I can find my way back if I just remember the number!” and Sanji and Usopp are like “okay, solid logic, even YOURE not dumb enough to mess that up” and what does Zoro do? what does he fucking do?

- I want to emphasize he messes it up because a bubble covers the 4 in “Grotto 41” so he thinks it’s grotto 1. BUBBLES. ARE. TRANSPARENT

- “sorry, I don’t pray to god” fuckin edgelord

- Zoro’s epithet is “Pirate Hunter” and it’s super lame. he could’ve been “Demon of the East Blue” but they went with pirate hunter, even though he became a pirate. even Chopper’s is better than his lbr

- THERES A SCENE WHERE SANJI THREATENS TO PUT RAZOR BLADES IN ZOROS FOOD N ZOROS LIKE “do it u won’t” SO SANJI DOES AND ZORO JUST EATS THEM? ODA EVEN GOT ASKED ABOUT IT IN AN SBS AND CONFIRMED YES, ZORO DID IN FACT EAT RAZOR BLADES. THIS 2EDGY4U BITCH JUST. STRAIGHT UP. ATE RAZOR BLADES

- in film gold he wears that black jacket under the white one. mind you he had no way of knowing he would be trapped in gold by tesoro or that they’d all have a dramatic coordinated outfit change once he was free so what the fuck was he doing? why did he wear that? who wears two jackets for no reason?

- “if i’m gonna be a statue I want it to be in this pose” “i’m glad I struck a pose”

- remember when zoro fought mr. 1 in alabasta and mr. 1 dropped a stone building on him and he was just like “this is a rocky day” or smth equally awful? i hate him

- the tarzan yell in skypiea

- actually, the goggles too.

- didn’t he try to convince someone he was fighting they were sunglasses bc they had some blinding light-based attack? I feel like he did but I don’t remember skypiea well enough to be sure

- Zoro vs the bird in skypiea. spent a fair amount of the damn arc running around skypiea getting messed w by a bird (which, according to Luffy, was more evolved than Zoro bc it had developed a sense of direction. burned by ur own captain)

- when asked why Zoro was able to speak with a sword in his mouth, oda said “IT’S HIS HEART SPEAKING”

- that colorspread Zoro where he reads a book about weightlifting while balancing a weight on top

- when Zoro fights that masochist guy in film gold (I think his name was dice?) and said some cocky ass one liner after the guy fell unconscious that went something like “What’s wrong? Didn’t it feel good? Aren’t you gonna scream in pleasure?“ awful

- Zoro almost gets murdered by Mihawk and then, later that day, tries to take on fishmen underwater. others r like “you cannot handle this, you will literally die” and Zoro doesn’t even care bc Luffy is in trouble

- he was sailing bc he left home to find mihawk and then couldn’t figure out how to get back

- remember that filler where Zoro taught Luffy how to skate but then forgot to teach him how to turn. I love both that this happened and the implication that Zoro is a person who knows how to roller skate and therefore has spent time roller skating. Zoro roller skating backstory when?

- when Zoro was fighting oz, a 500 year old corpse, he licked his sword. now, on top of licking his sword being ridiculous as hell because, listen, there’s NOTHING cool about licking your sword. you just look like a loser. but a sword that just came out of a 500 year old corpse? really? i know it was preserved by the cold and all but there’s no way it didn’t rot at all. that’s a rotted, frozen corpse. Zoro what in the HELL were you thinking. I hope you get sick

- i’m sure it probably wasn’t even the first time he licked his sword in a fight but I will say with absolute confidence he looked like a loser every single time

- I feel like he licked his sword while facing mr 1 but I can’t remember. if he did, that’s honestly iconic. stare down a dude that’s made of swords while licking yours? power move. only decent time to kick your sword

- Zoro, joining Luffy: “if you stand in the way of my dream i’ll kill you!” Zoro, a day later: “of course i’ll carry my captain in this heavy cage on my back to safety. oh this gaping wound in my side? nothing. who cares about bleeding to death, my captain needs me!”

- all those big weights he’s got. all of them.

- especially that time he was lifting weights post thriller bark after barely surviving kuma, still heavily injuries, complaining about how weak he is. buddy…

- that time in drum island where he decided to train by going swimming in the freezing ice-country water, then when he got out he got lost in the snowy mountains until he wandered into a random battle and took out some guy just to steal his coat

- this isn’t the only time he steals some random dude’s coat

- the chimney.

- that filler in smiles lobby where he gets, like, abducted by a bunch of children for a day and integrated into their family?

- Roronoa Zoro went fursuiting in dressrosa and that’s a canon fact you all must acknowledge

- speaking of being a furry anyone remember mugiwara theater?

- THE FUCKING MUGIWARA THEATER NAMES. mugiwara theater is a gift, alright? here’s some: nakamura hanzorou. zobear. ZOROMILK

- I FORGOT TO MENTION. THAT TIME ZORO N USOPP WERE HANDCUFFED TOGETHER AND ZORO TRIED TO CONVINCE USOPP TO PLAY ROCK PAPER SCISSORS WITH HIM TO SEE WHICH ONE OF THEM WOULD HAVE TO CUT THEIR HAND OFF

- also the fact that his logic was “it’ll be fine cuz chopper can just sew it back on”

- can we also talk abt how later that fight he uses Usopp as a sword because holy shit Zoro

- this isn’t technically zoro’s fault but the guy who sold him his sword to him in loguetown has a giant version of bounty image up above his bath, which……..

- barto asked for zoro’s autograph and Zoro just wrote “sword”

- the grave of the rumbar pirates was finished right around when Zoro woke up from his coma post thriller bark and Zoro decided to walk over while Brook is sitting there mourning almost everyone he ever loved and just. plops his sword—an inanimate object—in the dirt by the grave of BROOKS ENTIRE CREW like “hey i’m gonna bury this here u don’t mind tho right? cool”

- he’s lucky Brook is such a cool dude cuz if I was mourning the death of MY crew and some fuck decided to plant a rusty sword there i’d just fuckin kill em

- in Zou they were talking abt whatever and Luffy mentioned how Sanji was as strong as one thousand men and Zoro, clearly jealous that Sanji got praised by Luffy, butt in with a stuttery objection on how HE was stronger than Sanji and worth TWO THOUSAND men, which luffy ignored, and Nami had to reassure him that yes, Zoro, we know you’re strong. toddler

- this is also not technically zoro’s fault but one time someone asked oda in an sbs which strawhats would eat ice in their drink and oda answered who would n wouldn’t (Luffy, Chopper, Brook, Usopp, and Robin would, if ur wondering). Zoro was on the wouldn’t list, and some fan sent oda a letter informing him of a panel where Zoro was shown eating ice to disprove this. someone pulled zoro ice eating receipts on oda and that’s a fact we all have to live with

- the first time Zoro meets mihawk—the strongest man in the world, the man he wants to defeat someday, and incredibly powerful and impressive dude—he cries like a baby

- zoro’s been crucified like 4 times now. once in his introduction than in three movies (6, gold, nebulandia). idk why this keeps happening but honestly? keep it up

- when Brook joined the crew, Zoro said he was sorry for Brooks bad luck as if one of the first things Brook ever saw Zoro do wasn’t to try and die for the crew via Giant Paw Ball of Pain

- speaking of, i’m pretty sure half the reason zoro DIDNT die in thriller bark is because if he died via smth as silly as a giant paw ball his injured pride would kill him again

- I was going to make fun of Zoro for wearing only a suit and a fake mustache in dressrosa as a disguise but then I realized, like, given how absolutely shredded Zoro was in Punk Hazard and how that suit somehow managed to squish it all down without zoro ripping the sleeves off? solid disguise

- when merry was burning and everyone’s bawling and remembering great memories on the ship and Zoro was standing there, 100% stoic, remembering a nap

- Zoro saw marines (Garp) coming to Water 7 while Luffy was still unconscious and ran off to warn the others but couldn’t find his way back to the hotel

- that G8 filler where he falls off a cliff in pursuit of his swords

- speaking of fillers, remember that amnesia one? (ha). highlights include Zoro trying to physically fight a small sea horse (plus Usopp doing a bad lip-syncing) and Zoro swimming through the Grand Line with his swords tied to his head by his bandana

- meets a dragon, eats the dragon

- it got mentioned once that Sanji and Nami canonly help Zoro and the other guys get dressed. so every time Zoro wears something absolutely ridiculous (which is often), it’s probably Sanjis doing

- “I can’t believe I cut a freaking booger!!”

- speaking of, remember that time Luffy flicked a booger into Zoro’s drink at the Baratie and Zoro tried to force him to drink it?? remember that?? I hate them both

- that time Zoro was trying to find the Right Eye in Skypiea, said that (though the path to get there was STRAIGHT AHEAD) all he had to do to find the right eye was just keep going right (even though that would just lead him in circles!). and then after that do you know what direction he went?? do you know?? he fucking went left

- the time Zoro got lost walking on a straight path in a filler.

- Zoro lost to a guy in a fight and just fucking let the dude cut him in half. like, yes, the baratie scene was all cool as all hell and I love it but Zoro did in fact basically invite a dude to cut him in half

- when they were hit by negative hollows and everyone else said stuff that was kinda funny but Zoro went straight up “I don’t deserve to exist” please honey talk to someone

- he was fighting Kaku and kept engaging in Kaku’s devil fruit bs and then berating himself for being uncool as if he wasn’t already fighting a giant giraffe

- to end this list, I want to get to Zoro’s absolute worst offense. remember when Zoro fought Kaku and he did that asura form thing? where he straight up grew four extra arms and two extra heads, all wielding swords? what the FUCK was that? and don’t tell me “fighting spirit” alright. that’s bull. people don’t just GROW EXTRA SWORD-WIELDING BODY PARTS because they’re just REALLY INTO a FIGHT. like I know this is One Piece and shit’s ridiculous all this time but this? this is too much. even for One Piece this is too much. this is so ridiculous. there has to be a line, even in One Piece, with what these guys are allowed to get away with. I can accept haki so good you can see the future. I can accept spinning so fast you set your leg on fire. I can accept being made of springs. I can accept booger bombs. I can accept all that and more, but this? this is where i take my stand. Roronoa Zoro cannot keep getting away with this! fighting spirit is just not an explanation. and the worst part? the absolute worst part?

- Zoro makes four extra limbs and two extra heads, all armed with swords, MATERIALIZE out of THIN AIR with absolutely NO REAL EXPLANATION and then pretty much NEVER DOES IT AGAIN! he did it once in sabaody (and once in strong world) and then hasn’t done it since! everyone else uses the power ups they got in enies lobby all the time but Zoro, somewhere out there, knows how fuckin sick this attack is (bc yeah it’s ridiculous as hell but like I still enjoy it) and he just won’t do it again. not once post timeskip has he used it at all. Roronoa Zoro knows what he’s doing and he is out there, right now, laughing

- roronoa zoro is one of my top three favorite one piece characters and I make this list entirely out of love. (feel free to add on more moments I may have missed and i’ll add them)

[ncvalentine-deactivated]

Will you please draw a pre time skip one piece crew just hangin out together!!!!!

nami got nail polish when she was shopping in a fit of homesickness thinking about Nojiko and she realizes she likes painting other people’s nails more than painting her own so she forced usopp into letting her paint his nails and this attracted Luffy’s attention and he demanded she paint his nails (he ends up only getting one hand painted before he gets too restless) and chopper knows he cant get his hooves painted but you know, its nice to think about so he lies down on luffy and Robin was reading nearby so she settles down next to all of them because she also would like to get her nails painted and Sanji knows its around time for snacks so he appears and refuses Nami’s offer but sticks around anyways. zoro doesn’t know whats going on he just woke up 

[op-imaginesandmore]

Hi! Sweet heart! if you're closed it's ok♡if not then how would the strawhat boys+ace+law+sabo react when they found a book called fifty shades of gray~!! XD under they're lovers bed if you don't know the book just Google it thank you! love!♥

OH boi

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straw hat boys minus sanji: what

Law: the actual

Law and Sabo: fuck is this

Sanji: *actual geyser of blood shooting out of his nose, propelling him into space* ~MELLOLINE~

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For reals tho, fifty shades, while hilarious to think about any One Piece male finding, is not a good book. 0/10, would not recommend. save your innocence! Thank you for the request tho, gave me a giggle!

[op-imaginesandmore]

Hi there! May I ask for some Headcanons of Sanji's with a thicc and curvy fem s/o, please? I've been dealing with people being absolutely rude to me and giving me backhanded compliments like, "you're pretty cute for someone your size." Kinda crap.

Dude. I feel that so hard. People can be so tiresome, even if its unintentional. I hope that this can lift your spirits, even if it's just a little!

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-Sanji is the kind of person who thinks every lady, big, small, weird or otherwise is beautiful. He sees her as a goddess, big and strong and capable.

- He is her number one hype man! Feeling bloated? He's got a tea and some encouragement to help! He's always there for her, to build her up and keep her spirits and confidence at their peak!

-Someone comin' at her, making her feel like less than the actual queen that she is? No one will ever see them again cause he kicked them to Impel Down. Done.

- He loves her hugs! They're all enveloping, warm and comforting, just like she is!

-While he's always there to comfort and encourage, he loves listening to her too. He's there as an outlet for her to rant to about the people who upset her/things that happen that give her anxiety. As I've said before, if Sanji settles down with anyone he's going to love them unconditionally and with everything he has, they just have to let him!

[op-imaginesandmore]

Could I request boyfriend headcanons for Zoro, Sanji, and Usopp please? And thank you!

Zoro:

- Super private. He really hates PDA, and he wouldn't be someone who initiates at first. He would be the one you would have to be juuuuust pushy enough to get him to hold hands with you in public, tbh

-But but but he would love training with you, or even just having you there with him while he trains. He likes being near you, hes kinda like a guard dog like that.

- Super protective, but he knows you can take care of yourself. Hes there for you if you ever fall, though.

- if you catch him in a good mood, he would be willing to maybe subtly nap with you on deck but like he would be uncomfortable for a while and you may have to go to the crow's nest but that's fine he's just an awkward shark there's nothing wrong with that.

- He shows his love in his loyalty to you, and devotion. He's quiet and brooding and needs to be reminded that he has someone who loves him, and in the quiet hours of night when everyone else is asleep and you have the world to yourselves, he's gentle and bright and an amazing listener. He could listen to you talk for hours about anything, and he could also sit in comfortable silence until you both inevitably doze off in each others arms.

Sanji:

- The mere fact that you were able to get him to commit is, cannonically, a miracle. Congrats!

-lol for real though, he's so sweet on you!

-You get all of the best food, and he loves trying new dishes with all of your favorites.

- He'll tell his whole crew, every island y'all come to and possibly every person you come into contact with how amazing you are! Somehow conversations, especially when you're not around, are centered around him gushing about you.

- He loves you very much and, while he is quite extra when it comes to showing his feelings for you outwardly, he's got his heart in the right place and would go to the ends of the earth to make you happy. You would be his soulmate, his everything.

Usopp:

-Best friends!

- He loves showing you his inventions, and talking to you about how they work and function and geeking out about things working how he wants them too

-He has an entire sketch book of your face, he says that at sunset when the sun hits your face just right you look like an angelic painting (and then he blushes and takes it back and says he's stupid to which you have to tell him how sweet he is and give him a peck on the cheek to make things alright again)

- he talks to you about everything. His home island, kaya and the kids and his dad.

- the first time someone made fun of you guys getting close (it was Luffy, poor idiot) the next day he had cockroaches in his bunk and no one could figure out if it had been you or Usopp (spoiler alert it was both)

[op-imaginesandmore]

I can't tell if the ask box is closed or if you are really active my dear, but imma just throw this out there (secretly panicking and worrying about doing something wrong qAq) So, we all know that Ace is quite reckless but what if his really close friend, who is actually really tall and strong, normally pretty serious/cold was the one pretty reckless and got hurt really bad? Not life threating but still dangerous? - that random anon out of nowhere <3

Oh man! I like this one. It kinda got away from me, it's been so long since I've written, but I hope you like it!

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Ace was never one to think things through completely. His temper was short, which led to a lot of shenanigans, a lot of impassioned, fiery bar fights and many a contusion and swollen body part. He was prideful, ridiculously strong, and loved the adrenaline of a good fight. This cocktail of personality traits was something that, while yes got him into a slew of situations that most wouldn't live, he had done well enough for himself. He wasn't like his brother who was sometimes too stupid for his own good, he didn't need anyone else getting him out of his own shit.

Until now.

He was alone, his crew no where in sight. His hands were shackled in sea stone and he was surrounded. He couldn't even remember how they had gotten the upper hand. Black Beard's cackle infuriated him, his blood was boiling.

That's when he heard you. A guttural roar erupting from the distance, and then the next thing he knew Black Beard had a tree trunk in his chest. Ace whipped his head around, but where he had heard the war cry, you weren't there anymore. You were right in front of Black Beard, and then the two of you were gone. The rest of Black Beard's gang, minus the two big ones, chased after the duo where you had essentially thrown him over the next hill.

"Y/N!" Ace cried, but a steel hold on his biceps kept him back. Ace rolled his eyes.

He didn't need flame powers to kick their asses, even with his hands literally shackled behind his back. He sprinted up the hill that you had disappeared over, and was more than a little surprised to find you standing in the middle of a circle of your torn down enemies, Black Beard with what seemed like a metal pole through his chest and the others lay at awkward angles looking bloody and broken.

Ace knew you, he had always known you. You had followed him from East Blue and had been one of his spades. Standing almost a foot above him, and as wide around with muscle as a grog barrel, you had always been there to drag Ace out of his messes with a stoic grunt and a mean look at those who tried to continue the fight. He had been reckless again, but this time it had been for Thatch. For his friend, a member of his division that he had responsibility over.

And yet here you were. Fixing a mess he had bitten more than he could chew from. And here you were charging into this with so little thought for yourself. This rescue mission had been so very reckless, especially for someone a tactful as you.

Ace sprinted down the hill towards you, his breath catching when he saw your injuries. How were you still standing? Blood gushed from your legs and head, a shadow over your eyes, your fists clenched. He stepped over the bodies littered around you before stepping up to your large form, pausing.

"Y/N?" He questioned, looking up at you. There was a pause, brief but meaningful. The usually quiet person in front of Ace waited a beat before looking up, a face a pure innocence and a smile creeping onto their face.

"Man you're hard to catch up to!" They exclaimed, picking the flame user up in a bear hug "but I'm glad I got here when I did!"

"How did you even find me?!" He exclaimed, pushing away from you "it took me months to track Black Beard down! And you just happen to find us on the first go?!"

"No, it took a while like...a week? Anyway, here let's get you outta those shackles!" And you held a key up, a smile splitting your face, making the drying blood flake off. Ace spluttered and guffawed as you unlocked his restraints. Ace looked from you to Black Beard back to you before he felt himself literally fume.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THIS WAS?" he roared, whipping back over to you, but you were already walking away. He was about to march after you and reprimand you, but you fell to your knees, a coughing fit making blood bubble up from your throat. Ace caught you from falling face first into the dirt. He checked you, but not being a physician of any kind, was unable to really do much other than give you another stern look.

"How did you even do it?" He asked, looking back over to Teach. He grit his teeth. The rod sticking out of the man's sternum was long and wicked looking, just looking at it made him feel weak. "Is that sea stone? How the hell did you get your hands on that?"

"It was on a marine ship that tried to capture the boat I was on." You said matter of factly before going green in the face "I'm gonna hurl"

After relieving your stomach and Ace had you stable, the long trek back to shore was mostly quiet before you interrupted it.

"The old man was worried sick." You said, going back to a mostly stern tone "you shouldn't have gone off by yourself"

"I coulda taken him"

"The sea stone shackles were a fashion statement then?" Ace went quiet at that, before retorting

"Well you're not any better, you went off by yourself and you're not even a division commander. This was a mission I had to do. Teach was under me and I had a responsibility. You disobeyed orders to stay with Marco and you deliberately put yourself in a situation I wouldn't have been able to save you from!"

"Obviously I didn't need your help! I-"

"Look at you! You can barely walk! If you hadn't caught him by surprise then-"

"But I did." You said, a note of anger in your voice. You gave him a look of frustration, opening your mouth to say more before shutting it, eyes cast down and mouth tight before limping ahead of him. He stopped in his walk, eyes going wide and thought for a moment, before speeding up and catching you by the arm. You stop and then huff, looking down at him. You raised your eyebrows when you saw the soft look in his eyes and felt your face heat up.

"Thank you." He admitted, looking up at you with that same soft look "I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been here to save my ass, reckless or not." You huffed at that, but before you could, he punched you in the shoulder and, with an enthusiastic cackle from him and an enraged growl from you, the two of you left the island, not knowing how very close they had been to a series of catastrophic events.