Summary // … your mom always said it was bad luck to sneak around and poke your nose into other peoples business, and of course, you never believed her. Until you somehow got stuck in a hole because of it with only one man behind you to get you out… little did you know he had other plans in mind.
Warnings // … fem! reader, she/her pronouns, pet names, glory hole action cause I’m a degenerate, p in v, penetration, dirty talk, dub-con, humiliation, semipublic sex, spanking, teasing, power dynamic, dom! zoro, sub! reader, sadist and masochist, fingering, creampie, breeding kink, no plot pure smut.
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“What the hell are you doing?”
With your body halfway shoved through a broken down wall, you flinched when you heard someone on the other side behind you. Shit, did someone follow you? Excuses filtered through your head like a speeding train.
In truth, all you wanted to do was eavesdrop on your best friend, Nami. She had been hiding something recently and you were determined to figure out why. You were starting to guess it had to do something with some treasure she found recently, but whenever you asked, she just shrugged and changed the topic of conversation.
She’s guilty! You know she is! Why else would she be changing the conversation whenever you asked?!
You suspected she was in the building you were currently trying to sneak into, but the only quiet access inside was behind in the alleyway through a small hole in a stone wall. You thought were small enough to fit, but unfortunately for you, there was already a struggle.
“Uh, don’t mind me, sir. I’m just—“
“It’s me, dipshit.”
You blinked when you finally recognized the voice, heat flushing your face. ‘Damn it, it’s Zoro! Wasn’t he supposed to be at the ship all day?’
He was the last person you wanted to see in a time like this. Zoro rarely ever snitched, but he did like to know what was going on. Especially with you. Maybe it was because you were ten times weaker than him, but he always wanted to know what you were doing and why you were doing it, even if he knew he wouldn’t like the answer. Which wasn’t going to work in your favor right now.
You pressed forward on your tiptoes and grunted, using your palms as leverage as you pushed forward. All you had to do was get your hips past the hole and then you’d make it through! It was easier said than done. The wall was starting to tear your shirt the more you struggled, the fabric catching on the stone edges.
‘Shit.’
“Don’t tell me you’re stuck,” Zoro deadpanned, noticing the way you froze in realization. A hand stretched out to rest on your hip, making your body tense.
“No! Of course not! I’m just- taking my time, that’s all.”
You pushed backward, trying to escape back into the alleyway, but your body refused to budge more than an inch. Your nails scraped up a pile of dirt as you wriggled again. How the hell could you not go backward if you were already halfway through? All you were doing was going in reverse from how you started!
The silence stretched outward when you realized you were in fact very stuck.
…
“Zoro—“
“You’re stuck.”
“…yeah.”
There was a long pause. You swore you heard him grumble under his breath, mumbling about ‘restraint’ and ‘annoyances’.
Heat swelled up the back of your neck and you swallowed down the string of curses that threatened to spill from your lips. Out of everyone to see you like this, why did it have to be him? You moved your hands to the wall and pushed, trying to move forward instead of backward again. It got you nowhere.
You weren’t strong like the rest of the straw hats. You were the odd one out, the weakest one aboard the ship, and it was all because of your terrible luck. You didn’t know how to fight because the moment you picked up any weapon, you somehow managed to hurt yourself with it. Of course, everyone on the ship knew, especially Zoro. He tried to spar with you once and it went so far downhill that he accidentally smashed your nose open.
He refused to spar with you again after that.
Ironically, he was also the most gentle straw hat when it came to talking to you. His brittle sense of humor and dry remarks were a breath of fresh air compared to the constant yelling and hyperactivity on the ship. Your face warmed at the thought and you cursed yourself for being in this situation.
Falling in love with him and then getting caught in such a humiliating predicament by him as well was absolutely humiliating.
“…uhm, so, Zoro,” you nervously cleared your throat, “can you uh- help me?”
He was silent. The hand on your hip squeezed for just a second before it shifted, sliding farther down.
“Why are you crawling through a hole like this in the middle of the day? Did someone push you into it?”
Your heart dropped. Zoro was never the type to flirt with women, sometimes you just assumed he was oblivious to romance in general (as much as that pained you to think of), so why was he touching your hip like that? When you didn’t answer, he gently pinched at your side, forcing you to respond instead of ignore him.
“Oh no, no, nothing like that… I just uhm- needed to get inside.”
“So you thought having your ass stick out of a wall for anyone who comes by would be safer than going through the front door?” he snipped.
He almost sounded annoyed.
“Well, uh, it’s not like anyone will come by here… this alleyway is so small and cramped, so…”
There was a long stretch of silence and you started to wonder if you said something offensive, but then you yelped when his hand slid up your shirt just a tad bit from your waistline, his rough fingers gliding over the smooth skin. Goosebumps riddled your body.
“Any man could have passed by saw this and taken advantage of you,” he warned and he toyed with the waistband of your pants as he threatened to tug them down. “Wouldn’t have wasted a single second before using this as a fucking glory hole.”
The air was knocked out of your lungs like his words were a punch to the chest. You never expected to hear something so vulgar come from his lips. But you supposed he was proving you wrong with both his actions and words… he definitely knew what flirting was and right now, he was toying with you.
“Z-Zoro… heh, come on. It’s not like I meant to get stuck,” you nervously chuckled. “I won’t do it again, I promise. So you can go ahead and get me out of here.”
There was a long pause and you felt his hand start to move. You sucked in a sharp breath when his hand glided down the curve of your ass and dived between your legs, rubbing his fingers against your crotch before squeezing at your pussy. A sinful whine spilled from your lips. He tugged at the fabric of your pants and rocked the heel of his palm right over your clit.
You subconsciously rolled your hips into his hand, causing him to groan. He sounded so needy.
“I only have so much restraint when it comes to you,” he confessed, voice thick with annoyance and lust. “I need to show you what happens when you’re not aware of your surroundings.”
Your mind was spinning. ‘Is he really doing this? Is he that mad that I got stuck?’
Zoro never showed any interest in you bedore this, but maybe that was your own fault. You always assumed he was too in love with his dream to ever think about a woman in a sexual or romantic light—but obviously, you were sorely mistaken. Had he thought of doing this for a long time? Does he love you like you love him?
Your eyes widened when two rough hands grabbed your hips and squeezed. His fingers were blocky and large as his calloused palms rubbed against your skin, yanking your pants down in one swift movement. You yelped and tried to squirm away, but you weren’t going anywhere. Not when you were trapped inside this hole with his iron grip keeping you still.
“Hey! Zoro—“
The said man chuckled under his breath. His nails scraped down your ass cheeks and left small red lines in its wake, riddling your skin in goosebumps. South he went until the pads of his fingers toyed with your panties, rubbing against your labia over the soft damp fabric. A small moan escaped your lips.
This was bad. Really bad.
Out of all the places you thought you’d get fucked, you didn’t think it would in a filthy alleyway with your bottom half sticking outside of a wall.
But then again, it was Zoro. The swordsman you had been crushing on for years ever since you joined the Strawhat crew. You often times fantasized about him as night, biting your shirt as your fingers delved into your heat to relieve yourself. Seeing him train was always a one way ticket to the bathroom where you’d grind on the edge of the sink while holding your breath.
“Z-Zoro, wait- you need to—“
Your comment was lost when he tugged at the band of your panties, letting it snap back against your tender skin. The sharp sting made your body tighten instinctively. His hand slipped beneath the fabric, but instead of rushing, he lingered. Two fingers pressed against your entrance, not pushing inside, not even seeking your clit—just teasing, hovering, testing your restraint.
You bit your lip.
‘Shit, shit, shit!’ Consequences be damned, every fiber of your being wanted him. Ached for him.
“Zoro, please—“
He growled under his breath. “Fuck, baby, you’re already soaked and begging? Fuckin’ whore.”
The pet name alone almost made you see stars. How many times had you fantasized about him calling you that? It was more times than you could count. The degrading was just as you imagined it to be; his voice was the same as you imagined it to be.
You moaned when he suddenly shoved his fingers in, filling up your cunt with his large digits. Your hole stretched around them and your eyes rolled back, flinching when he curled them just right. He hit that spongey spot inside over and over again.
“Fuck,” he grunted under his breath as he finger fucked your pussy. He wasn’t gentle. Instead he was fast and rough, using your body like a sex toy he bought from a store. His other hand pinched at your clit and your legs shook in response.
“Ngh! Ah- feels- feels good! Fuck! S’ good!”
He laughed and your stomach twisted into butterflies, your legs clamping around his hand as he started to repeatedly abuse your g-spot. Your eyes rolled back.
“Legs open, baby. Or I’ll stop.”
He shoved your thighs wide and you didn’t dare close them, not wanting this mind bending pleasure to end anytime soon.
‘Fuck. I’m going to cum.’
The thought was embarrassing yet thrilling at the same time. Your pussy tightened around his fingers and your moans doubled in octave, legs shaking as he didn’t let up his abuse. Your abdomen coiled and your breathing quickened. But right when you were on the edge, he yanked his fingers out.
“No! No, no, no- please- I needa’ cum!”
You couldn’t see it but you could feel his wolfish grin as he just teased your labia with his soaked fingers, only making you twitch and squirm at the stimulation. When he pulled his fingers away, you whined. The sound of rustling fabric followed and then soon, you felt something hot and heavy push against your entrance. Your eyes widened.
It was his cock.
“Oh my god—“
“Gonna make you scream baby,” Zoro panted as he slapped the head of his cock against your clit and rubbed it up and down your puffy labia. “Gonna make you pass out.”
A high, needy moan tore from your throat as his cock forced its way past the tight ring of muscle. Your pussy clenched and fluttered around him, struggling to take the stretch as he pushed in deeper. He wasn’t fast, but he wasn’t careful either. His pace was unrelenting, his fingers digging into your ass hard enough to bruise as he spread you open, watching every inch of his cock disappear inside you.
“F-Fuck! Ugh- more—”
“Fuck, you’re pathetic,” he hissed and his palm connected with your ass, making you help. “Begging for cock in a filthy alley- shit- you don’t even care who hears, do you?”
He started thrusting instantly, not giving you a second to relax.
Pap! Pap! Pap!
The sound of his hips slamming into you echoed off the walls, obscene and relentless. Your body jolted with every impact, his nails raking across your skin while he marked you as his. You moaned louder, shame flooding through you at how wanton you sounded—at how much you needed it—and the thought of strangers hearing only made your cunt clamp down tighter.
He groaned, stuttering for a second. “Yeah, squeeze it! Ngh, ah- fucking slut can’t get enough!”
His hand spread your ass cheeks and he spit, watching as the glob of saliva slid down your crack to his pistoning cock. White froth was already starting to gather at the base of his length as he ravaged you in the alleyway.
He didn’t slow down and truthfully, you’d probably beg for him to continue if he did. Every thrust only made you feel more stuck as your breasts bounced at the force rocking you back and forth. Your cleavage spilled out from your shirt, the buttons undoing themselves as the fabric hooked on the stone wall and popped them tight. One hand groped your tits as the other steadied yourself.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled, dragging his hand down the curve of your ass before spanking you five more times. “You like getting hit, hm? You a little masochist?”
“Y-Yes! Ah, Ngh! I’m- I’m a masochist so please, fuck- harder!”
He grunted, spanking your ass until your cheeks felt numb, ignoring the way your moans turned into needy sobs. He soothed it with his large calloused palm. “You love being used, don’t you? Getting fucked raw and loud while anyone could walk down this alleyway and watch.”
Your pussy clenched at the thought. While you never entertained the idea of someone watching you get fucked into oblivion, the idea of someone seeing Zoro fuck a woman through a wall made your eyes roll back. You could imagine how his muscles flexed, how his jaw clenched, how his cock slid in and out.
“Oh, you liked that. Maybe I should get someone to watch me fuck you, hm?”
A sob choked out and hour pussy clenched uncontrollably, that eruption in your abdomen building up as a familiar sensation crawled over your body. He knew it. You knew he knew it. Because he started fucking you faster, aiming for that sweet spot inside you that made you see stars.
“Z-Zoro—“
“Yeah, moan my name, baby. You’re gonna cum s’ hard you’re going to forget your own name,” he hissed. “Gonna pump you full and breed you. Gonna make you hold my cum until we get back to the ship and then- oh fuck- I’m gonna fuck you again.”
“Ah! Ngh-mm!”
“Oh shit- gonna cum’!”
His hips started to stutter and he gripped onto your hips like a lifeline, his balls slapping against your pussy with each brutal thrust. The overstimulation was intense, you felt like you could barely breath. Stars swam behind your eyelids each time you blinked and your toes curled when his cock inside started to twitch.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he hissed under his breath, cock pulsing as he reached his climax. He hit the peak with a final low groan, pumping out ropes and ropes of hot cum inside you. His hips shook and he slowly fucked you through his climax, hissing at how overstimulated his cock was.
Your back arched, nails digging into the wall as your orgasm ripped through you. Pussy clenching down on him, quivering with overstimulation, you cried out, body shaking violently. But he didn’t stop—each thrust drove through your high, over and over, making you whimper and sob in helpless ecstasy.
“Good girl,” he hissed, voice rough and low as he gripped your hips tighter. “Cum on my cock, little whore. That’s right—soak me with it.”
You could barely remember what happened. You blinked rapidly as he pulled out his softening cock, hearing him moan under his breath as he shoved his sensitive length back into his pants. Your legs were shaking, you were sweaty, and you knew for a fact someone heard or saw you getting fucked. Your pussy clenched and his cum oozed from your abused hole.
“Tch. Didn’t you hear what I said?”
“Fuckkk..”
You whined when he suddenly pushed his cum back into your pussy with his finger, fingering you a couple times before pulling it out.
“You’re going to hold it until I get you out of this wall, and then we’ll go back to the ship. I’m not done with you yet.”
You clenched your thighs together, praying the gods above that none of cum escaped. You didn’t want to think of all the ways he’d punish you if you did—but maybe you wanted that. He placed a hand on your hip and a small smile curled at your lips. You had long forgotten Nami, now all you could focus on was him.
you two acts like a loving couple all the time, so what happens when someone points it out?
characters: luffy, kidd, katakuri, shanks and mihawk
(zoro, sanji, law, ace and sabo)
a/n: since a loooot asked for more, here I am eheh
words count: around 0.4k - 1.1k each
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
── .✦ Monkey D. Luffy:
You don’t know when it started.
Maybe it was the way Luffy always stole food from your plate, but make sure to never let anyone else touch it.
Maybe it was how he always grabbed your hand first whenever the crew split up.
Maybe it was how he insisted on napping with you, his head always finding your lap, his arms always looping around you like a makeshift pillow.
Whatever it was, it had been going on for way too long. And the worst part is that you never questioned it.
Until now.
It starts with Sanji.
You’re sitting at the dinner table, picking at your food, when Sanji suddenly snorts “You two should just date already.”
You blink “…What?”
Sanji gestures between you and Luffy “You’re basically a couple anyway.”
You choke on your drink.
Luffy just tilts his head, mid-bite “Huh?”
Sanji raises an eyebrow “Seriously? You guys act like a couple all the time.”
You open your mouth to argue, to deny everything, but then Nami nods “He’s right, you know.”
Usopp grins “Yeah, I mean, have you even seen yourselves?”
Franky chuckles “Super obvious, bro.”
You stare. And then Zoro, of all people, grunts “They’re not wrong.”
Your brain short-circuits. Luffy just blinks at all of them, then turns to you “Wait… are we a couple?”
Your face burns “No!”
The crew groans.
“Oh, come on.”
“You’re in denial.”
“This is painful to watch.”
You glare “We’re just friends!”
Luffy nods “Yeah! Just friends!”
The crew stares. Then Brook smiles “Oh? Then you wouldn’t mind if I asked y/n out on a date?”
Silence.
Then Luffy’s fork snaps in half and the table goes dead quiet.
Luffy grins at Brook, but it’s not his usual happy-go-lucky grin. It’s the grin he wears before picking a fight.
“Yohoho,” Brook laughs nervously “Just kidding.”
Luffy hums, still smiling “Good.”
Your stomach flips because holy shit. That was jealousy. Luffy was jealous... Over you.
The realization haunts you for the rest of the night. Because if Luffy was jealous then what did that mean?
Did he actually—?
No.
No, this is Luffy. He’s just protective. That’s just who he is.
…Right?
You barely sleep, and the next morning you wake up to Luffy in your bed.
Sprawled across your mattress. Arms locked around your waist. Face buried in your shoulder.
Like it’s completely normal.
Like he always does this.
Your heart pounds.
Because—wait!
He does always do this. Every night. Every time you’re on the Sunny, he sneaks into your bed without even asking. And you never questioned it.
Because it was just Luffy.
But now everything feels different.
You slowly try to move, but his grip tightens.
“Mm… don’t go” he mumbles sleepily, lips brushing against your skin.
And that’s it. You lose it.
“LUFFY, WHAT ARE WE?!”
Luffy jerks awake “Huh—?”
“What are we?!” you repeat, flustered as hell.
Luffy rubs his eyes, confused “We’re us.”
You groan “That’s not an answer!”
He tilts his head “What do you mean?”
You gesture wildly “This! Us! The sleeping together! The hand-holding! The food-sharing!”
Luffy suddenly grins “Oh.”
Your heart stops “What do you mean, oh?”
Luffy laughs. And then, without hesitation, he leans in and kisses you.
Soft. Certain.
Like he’s been waiting to do it forever.
You freeze. Your brain short-circuits.
He pulls back, grinning “So? Are we a couple now?”
You gape “…WHAT?!”
Luffy just laughs “Well, we’ve basically been dating this whole time, right?”
Your eye twitches “AND YOU KNEW?!”
Luffy shrugs “I just thought you knew too.”
You sputter, because what the hell. What the actual hell. Luffy just decided you were dating. And you never even noticed.
You flop back onto the bed.
Luffy just grins, tugging you closer “You’re thinking too much” he mumbles, nuzzling against you.
Your heart races.
Your face is burning.
But… maybe the crew was right. Maybe you and Luffy were always meant to be.
Even if you were the last person to realize it.
── .✦ Eustass Kidd:
You’ve always known Kid was the stubborn type. He was gruff, intense, and always had that tough guy act. But lately, you’ve noticed something strange. The more you were around him, the more he didn’t seem to mind you being there. In fact, he almost seemed to expect it.
It starts with those small things, things he doesn’t think twice about. Like when you’re both sitting on the deck, and a gust of wind hits just as you’re about to stand. Before you can catch your balance, Kid’s hand shoots out, steadying you. He doesn’t say anything, but his grip lingers just long enough for you to notice.
“Watch it” he mutters, his usual gruff tone, but there’s something softer behind his eyes. You smile but say nothing. Killer, standing nearby, simply raises an eyebrow before looking away, smirking under his mask.
A few days later, when the crew is at port, you notice Kid keeping an eye on you more than usual. Every time someone gets too close or even bumps into you, his sharp gaze zeroes in, and he doesn’t hesitate to step in between you and whoever’s too close. At one point, a shady pirate from a different crew tries to flirt with you. Before you can even respond, Kid steps forward, pushing the pirate away with a low growl.
“Get lost.”
You blink, surprised at his intensity, but he doesn’t look at you, just at the pirate who’s now backing off.
“Kid, I can handle myself” you say, rolling your eyes.
“Doesn’t mean you should have to” he grumbles under his breath, clearly annoyed by something. He turns away before you can say anything else, muttering about how annoying it is to babysit you. But you know it’s not just that.
The crew knows it too.
Heat lets out a low whistle as he passes by “Damn, Captain, didn’t know you were the protective boyfriend type.”
Kid turns on him with a glare “Shut the hell up.”
Heat just laughs, walking away. You shake your head, but the warmth in your chest lingers.
Then, it all comes to a head one evening. The crew’s just finished a round of celebrations, the ship rocking gently in the quiet of the night. You’re leaning against the rail, enjoying the peace when you feel him behind you.
“Can’t sleep?” Kid asks, his voice low as usual.
You turn around, finding him standing there, arms crossed, the moonlight casting a soft glow over his scowling face.
“I could ask you the same thing” you reply.
There’s a quiet moment as you both stand there, not speaking. His eyes never leave yours, and the tension between you both seems to grow with every passing second.
Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching. Instinctively, you move closer to Kid. You don’t even think about it, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his hand shifts from where it was casually resting at his side to just hovering near your waist.
The ship creaks, the quiet atmosphere making you both more aware of each other’s presence. He doesn’t speak. Neither do you. His fingers are so close, just barely grazing your side as if to assure himself you’re right there.
The closeness feels… different. Intimate.
You glance up at him “Kid?” you ask softly, your heart beating a little faster.
He doesn’t answer immediately, instead, his eyes flicker over your face, and you can see the internal struggle within him. It’s a battle, and for a second, you think he might just ignore it, keep up the stubborn front.
But then, his hand finally rests against your side. His touch isn’t harsh, but gentle. You don’t pull away.
“I don’t know why I keep doing this shit” he admits, his voice low but clear “But when it comes to you… I don’t want to risk something happening.”
You blink, surprised “Risk what?”
His gaze softens, and the gruffness in his tone fades away. He looks straight at you, the usual deflective annoyance replaced with something more vulnerable.
“I don’t want anyone else near you. Not after I saw that idiot trying to hit on you.”
You smile, your heart fluttering in your chest “Kid, I’m not a damsel in distress.”
“I know,” he replies quickly, but there’s no hiding the quiet affection in his voice now “I just… I don’t want to lose you.”
His words hit you harder than you expected, and before you can even respond, something unspoken passes between you both. In a split second, his lips are near yours, and the kiss is soft, almost hesitant, like he’s still not sure if he’s allowed to show this side of himself.
But you kiss him back, your hand gently resting against his chest. The kiss lingers for a moment longer than either of you anticipated, but it feels like the world has paused, like this is the only thing that matters in that moment.
When you pull away, you both stand there in silence, but this time, it’s not awkward. It’s comfortable.
And then the moment is completely shattered by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You both snap your heads toward the entrance to the deck, where Killer and Wire are standing, watching with amused expressions.
“So,” Wire says, smirking, “you two finally gonna admit you’re basically married, or should we keep pretending this isn’t happening?”
Your face heats up immediately, but Kid just groans, rubbing a hand down his face.
“Go to hell” he grumbles.
Killer just shakes his head “Too late, Captain. Everyone’s been taking bets on when you’d figure it out.”
You gape “What?”
Wire grins “Yeah. Heat won. He said you’d kiss before the next port. Guess we owe him a round of drinks.”
Kid looks absolutely done. You, on the other hand, can’t help but laugh. Because honestly? It’s not surprising.
You look back up at Kid, who’s still scowling but isn’t pulling away from you. You squeeze his hand briefly before grinning.
“Guess we were the last ones to know, huh?”
He exhales sharply, shaking his head, but there’s no real annoyance in his expression anymore. Just acceptance. And maybe, just maybe, the start of something real.
── .✦ Red-Haired Shanks:
Being part of the Red Hair Pirates meant living in a constant mess of drinking, laughing, and reckless adventures.
And somehow you ended up being the most responsible one. Which was probably why everyone assumed you and Shanks were together.
The problem?
You weren’t.
But apparently, no one got the memo.
It starts with Yasopp.
You’re in the middle of patching up Shanks’ arm because, once again, he got into a bar fight for fun, when Yasopp smirks at you from across the deck.
“You know,” he says casually, “you’re basically married to him at this point.”
You nearly stab Shanks with the needle.
“What?!”
Shanks, meanwhile, just laughs.
And the worst part? He doesn’t even deny it.
“C’mon,” Yasopp continues, “you take care of him, clean up after him, yell at him when he’s reckless...”
“I yell at all of you.”
“Yeah, but you baby him.”
Shanks grins “It’s true. You do.”
You glare “I do not.”
Shanks just shrugs “If you say so.”
And that should be the end of it. But it’s not.
Because after that the whole crew starts treating you like... ugh.
“Oi, Y/N! Can you grab Shanks another drink?”
“Y/N, tell the captain to stop picking fights with Marines again.”
“Hey, Y/N, Shanks says he wants something spicy, maybe you could help... and it's not about food”
You want to scream.
But Shanks?
Shanks just goes along with it. Smiling. Laughing. Letting everyone assume you’re his.
And the worst part is that you let them, because deep down you don’t hate the idea.
And that’s dangerous.
Then one night, it all clicks.
You’re sitting at a bonfire, surrounded by the crew, listening to them sing and drink and bicker over who can hold their liquor best.
You’re not paying attention until you hear your name.
“So, Captain,” Lucky Roux says, “when’s the wedding?”
You choke on your drink. But before you can argue, Shanks just grins.
“Oh, give it time.”
The crew erupts into laughter.
You just stare at him.
Because... what????
Shanks turns to you, smiling like he didn’t just casually imply he plans on marrying you.
And something in his expression—
Something warm. Something knowing.
It hits you all at once.
The hand-holding. The lingering touches. The way he always pulls you onto his lap when there’s no room to sit.
The way he lets you fuss over him when he gets hurt, the way he only ever listens to you.
The way he looks at you like you’re something precious.
Your heart pounds.
And Shanks just grins against your lips.
“Took you long enough” he murmurs.
And when you pull back, breathless, flustered, you realize that maybe you’ve been his this whole time.
You blink, heart still racing as the weight of his words settles in. The laughter of the crew fades into background noise, the warmth of the bonfire casting flickering shadows over Shanks’ face. He’s watching you, waiting, like he already knows the answer, like he’s known it for years.
And maybe he has.
Maybe he’s been waiting for you to catch up.
Your throat is dry. You open your mouth, but no words come out, just a strangled sound of disbelief.
Shanks chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners “You alright there, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like he hasn’t just upended everything you thought you knew.
Your hands tighten in his shirt, and you can’t tell if it’s to ground yourself or to pull him closer “You...” you swallow, voice quieter now, meant just for him “You should’ve said something...”
He tilts his head, considering “I thought I did. Plenty of times.”
You scowl, smacking his chest lightly, which only makes him laugh “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“Oh, I know.” His fingers brush your jaw, featherlight, reverent “I just like seeing you all flustered.”
You groan, but you don’t pull away. And well, that says everything, doesn’t it?
And Shanks knows it too, because his grin softens, something unreadable flickering in his gaze “So,” he murmurs, close enough that his breath tickles your lips, “now that you’ve finally figured it out, what do you plan to do about it?”
The challenge is there, teasing, but there’s something raw beneath it, something real.
You take a breath. Then, before you can overthink it, you grab the front of his coat and pull him in, kissing him again, firmer this time.
The crew erupts in cheers. Someone whistles. Someone else yells about winning a bet.
But all you can focus on is the way Shanks smiles against your lips, like he’s just won something far more important.
And maybe you have too.
── .✦ Charlotte Katakuri:
The first time someone calls you Katakuri’s spouse, you nearly drop your mochi donut.
“Excuse me, what?”
The Big Mom Pirates stare at you like you’re stupid.
“Well, yeah,” Oven says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world “You take care of him, he lets you into his tea time, you’re the only one who sees his face—”
Brûlée smirks “And you always defend him when people talk behind his back.”
Daifuku nods “Might as well be married already.”
You sputter “That doesn’t mean—! We’re not—! He’s just my commander!”
Oven raises an eyebrow “You ever see Katakuri treat anyone else the way he treats you?”
You freeze.
Because... okay.
That’s a good point.
Katakuri isn’t exactly warm with people. He’s respected, feared, distant. A perfectionist. The strongest Sweet Commander.
And yet, with you?
He lets you tease him. Lets you see him.
Lets you in.
Your stomach flips.
And you don’t know what to do with that.
You try to forget about it.
But after that you start noticing things.
The way Katakuri always saves you the best snacks at tea time.
The way he steps in front of you during battles without thinking.
The way he lets you touch him, his arm, his back, his face.
His unguarded moments are always with you.
And suddenly you can’t ignore it.
Neither can the crew.
It all comes to a head one evening.
You’re sitting with Katakuri in his usual spot, tea cooling beside him, the setting sun casting a warm glow over his sharp features. He’s eating, as usual, but his guard is down because you’re here.
And then the words slip out.
“…Katakuri.”
He glances at you, chewing “Hm?”
You hesitate. Then screw it.
“Are we… something?”
Katakuri pauses.
Slowly, he sets his cup down. Then he exhales, like he’s been waiting for this.
“You tell me,” he says, voice steady “Would it bother you if we were?”
Your heart pounds. Because no, it wouldn’t.
You swallow “No.”
Katakuri watches you for a long moment. Then, he smirks.
“Then I suppose we are.”
Your brain short-circuits.
“Wait—WHAT?!”
Katakuri chuckles, low and deep “Did you really think I’d let just anyone this close to me?”
You gasp, because hold on. Has he known this whole time?!
Your face burns “You could’ve said something sooner, you jerk!”
Katakuri just leans closer, his presence overwhelming.
“…Would you have been ready to hear it?”
You freeze, because damn it.
He’s right.
── .✦ Dracule Mihawk:
Living on Kuraigana Island with Mihawk isn’t easy, but somehow, you get used to it.
You get used to the silence. The way he watches you over the rim of his wine glass. The way he corrects your sword stance with the barest touch of his fingers.
You get used to the way he does things for you without asking, bringing you an extra plate at meals, fixing your sword when it’s damaged, moving his coat so you don’t sit on the cold stone steps.
It’s just how he is... Or so you think.
Until one day Perona stares at the two of you across the dining table and snorts.
“You guys act like a married couple.”
You choke on your drink. Mihawk just raises an eyebrow.
Perona grins “Oh, come on! You live together, train together, eat together—hell, you even drink out of each other’s cups sometimes!”
You freeze.
Because—wait. When did that start happening?!
You sneak a glance at Mihawk, expecting him to argue.
But instead, he just takes a sip of wine and says, “And?”
Your brain short-circuits.
Because what does he mean, ‘and’?!
Perona cackles “Oh, this is gold.”
Meanwhile, you’re too busy spiraling to notice the small, knowing smirk on Mihawk’s lips.
Because the truth is, he knew all along.
The next few days pass in a strange haze. Every time you’re near Mihawk, you’re hyper-aware of his actions. The way he hands you your sword when it’s too heavy for you to lift properly, the way he adjusts your stance when you’re practicing, even the way he leaves his wine glass half-filled so you can sip it without asking.
You can’t help but start noticing the little things. And it makes your stomach do these strange little flips you can’t quite explain.
You try to convince yourself that you’re just overthinking it. After all, you’ve spent so much time together, working side-by-side, that it’s only natural for him to be a bit… attentive. But you can’t help but feel that there’s more to it than that.
One evening, you’re training in the yard. Mihawk is watching from the porch, as usual, but today there’s something different in the air. Maybe it’s the cool breeze, or the strange feeling of him staring at you.
“Focus” he calls out when you fumble with your sword.
You grit your teeth and refocus, sweat already beading on your forehead. Your movements become sharper, more determined, but you can’t quite shake the feeling that something is… off.
When you finish the routine, Mihawk’s still leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. He doesn’t say anything at first, but you can feel his gaze. You give him a quick, sideways glance, noticing the faint hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
“Something wrong?” you ask, trying to sound casual.
His response comes as a slow, deliberate drawl “You still aren’t quite in sync with your sword. I’ve been waiting for you to catch up.”
You feel your face flush, but you push through it “Yeah? Well, I’m not some grandmaster swordsman like you, Mihawk.”
He steps closer, his presence almost overwhelming, but his gaze softens for a moment “You’re getting better. I’m simply making sure you don’t lose track of your progress.”
The softness in his voice catches you off-guard, and for a split second, you feel as if you’re standing on the edge of something, something new.
But you quickly push it aside, shaking it off as just another passing thought. You turn to grab your sword again, determined to change the subject.
“Thanks for the help,” you mutter, trying to keep your voice steady “But I think I need a break. My arms are sore.”
Mihawk doesn’t respond at first. Instead, he merely watches you for a moment before he speaks again, his tone unusually gentle.
“Are you sure you’re fine? You’ve been training for hours without rest.”
You give him a small, appreciative nod “I’ll be fine. You’re too used to looking out for me, Mihawk.”
He lets out a faint chuckle, but you notice that there’s a strange intensity in his gaze now “I suppose I am.”
Before you can react, you feel something slightly off, a flicker of tension between you two.
It’s subtle, but it’s there. And you feel it in the way he looks at you, the way he almost seems to be waiting for you to say something.
But, just like that, the moment passes. He steps back, motioning for you to take a rest.
“I’ll prepare dinner,” he says quietly, as if nothing had happened “I’m sure you’re hungry.”
You blink “You cook?”
“Of course,” he says with a slight, almost invisible smirk “It’s not difficult, and you’ve been working hard all day. You deserve a proper meal.”
You feel your heart race at his words, but you manage to keep it together “Alright, I’ll take you up on that.”
But as Mihawk turns to walk away, you pause.
For just a second, you wonder... has this always been a normal interaction between you two? Or has it grown into something more without you even realizing it?
The unease gnaws at you as you sit down on the steps, watching him disappear into the house.
You’re overthinking it. You’re just friends.
...Right?
Later that evening, you’re sitting across from Mihawk, your meal already finished. The conversation is easy, but there’s still that lingering, unspoken tension hanging in the air.
Finally, Mihawk breaks the silence, his voice low and casual “You’ve been avoiding the subject.”
Your brow furrows in confusion “What subject?”
“The subject of us.”
You choke on your drink, sputtering “What—us?!”
His expression remains unreadable, but there’s a faint glimmer in his eyes “You think I haven’t noticed? You’ve been acting strange around me lately. Ever since Perona made her comment.”
You freeze “I—uh—”
“Let’s stop pretending,” he continues “We’ve been behaving like a couple, whether we admit it or not.”
Your heart starts to race. You open your mouth to deny it, but the words get stuck. Instead, you just stare at him, trying to make sense of what he’s saying.
And that’s when Mihawk leans forward just slightly, his voice dropping lower “I don’t know what you’re feeling, but I do know that I don’t want you to leave.”
The bluntness of his words takes your breath away.
“I never planned to leave” you manage to say, the words barely leaving your lips.
Mihawk gives you a rare, genuine smile, one that’s so small and almost imperceptible that you’re not sure you saw it at all. But something in his eyes shifts.
“Good.”
And just like that, the tension finally breaks.
You’re not sure where this will go. But for now, you’re content to just be here with him, uncertain, but sure of one thing: neither of you are going anywhere.
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You shift first. A small twitch. Then a deeper breath. Eyes slowly fluttering open.
And he’s right there.
Sitting up against the headboard. Jacket wrinkled. Hair a mess. Arms crossed—but only to hide how shaken he still is.
He doesn’t say anything at first. Just watches.
You blink at him, still groggy. “...You’re up.”
He nods. Eyes sharp. Focused only on you.
“You passed out.”
You stretch a little, wincing. “Guess I fell asleep at some point…”
His expression doesn’t soften. But his voice does.
“You were muttering in your sleep.”
You freeze. “What did I say?”
He looks away. Shrugs. “...Dunno. You said my name. Like three times.”
You go quiet.
He clears his throat. Grabs the thermos from the nightstand. Holds it out without looking.
“You didn’t have to stay all night,” he mutters.
You take it. Smile. “I wanted to.”
He exhales.
Then finally looks you in the eye.
“...I know.”
And that’s why he hasn’t stopped thinking about you since.
KUZAN
The first thing you feel is warmth. The blanket he must’ve pulled over you.
The second—
A pair of eyes on you.
You blink blearily, vision still adjusting.
He’s lying on his side, arm tucked under his head, gaze fixed on your face like he’s been studying it for hours.
You shift. “...You’re awake.”
He hums. “Mm. Been watching you drool for like fifteen minutes.”
You groan. Try to hide under the blanket. He chuckles.
“Don’t. It was cute.”
You peek out. “How’re you feeling?”
He shrugs. “Like someone ran me over with a sea train. But alive.”
Then—softer. Slower.
“You stayed the whole night.”
You nod. “Of course.”
He doesn’t say anything for a while. Just keeps watching you.
Then—quietly, like it’s just for him to know:
“...You always make it hard to be cold.”
And maybe it’s the fever. Or maybe it’s just you.
But he’s never looked warmer.
KIDD
Your neck aches. Your back’s cramped. But you wake up slowly, shifting under a heavy blanket someone definitely tucked around you.
And when you blink your eyes open—
He’s staring.
From his pillow. Half-propped up.
Eyes bloodshot, hair messy, but locked onto you like he’s afraid you might disappear.
“...You’re awake,” he grunts.
You nod. Voice scratchy. “You’re better?”
He doesn’t answer right away. Just looks at you.
“You slept on the floor,” he says finally.
You shrug. “Didn’t want to leave.”
He shifts. Looks away like it physically hurts him to admit what he’s about to say.
“I thought you would.”
A beat.
“Most people would’ve.”
You push yourself up slowly. “I’m not most people.”
He glances at you again. Eyes dark. Serious.
“I know.”
Then softer. Like the fight’s gone out of him:
“Thanks for staying. I wouldn’t’ve... known what to do if you hadn’t.”
And that might be the closest thing to ‘I love you’ you’ll ever get out of him.
BECKMAN
You wake up to the sound of paper rustling. Soft. Controlled. Familiar.
When you crack your eyes open, there he is—sitting back in his chair, fully alert, arms crossed, one leg propped up, watching you over the rim of a book he’s not reading.
He sets it down as soon as he sees your eyes open.
“Hey,” he murmurs. “Morning.”
You stretch. “What time is it?”
“Doesn’t matter. You needed sleep.”
You glance at the bedside table—fresh tea, full pitcher, folded blanket.
“You didn’t go back to your room,” you whisper.
“Nope.”
He leans forward, elbows to knees, watching you like you’re the most interesting thing he’s ever seen.
“I woke up and you were there. Head on the bed. Drooling. Holding onto my wrist like you were afraid I’d leave.”
You blink, cheeks warm. “I—I wasn’t—”
He just smiles. Slow. Real.
“You saved me from a lot worse than a fever last night.”
Then—quiet. Gentle.
“Thank you.”
DOFLAMINGO
Your body aches from sleeping wrong. Your limbs are stiff. But you shift. Sit up slowly. Rub your eyes.
Then you freeze.
He’s watching you.
Propped up on one arm, gaze locked on your face like he’s been memorizing it in silence.
You blink. “You’re awake.”
His voice is low. “You didn’t leave.”
You shrug, trying to smile. “You needed someone.”
He laughs, but it’s not sharp. Not cruel. Just disarmed.
“I always need someone. Doesn’t mean anyone stays.”
You look at him, quiet. “I’m not just anyone.”
His eye twitches. Something cracks behind it.
“No,” he murmurs. “You’re not.”
Then—he sits up. Slowly. Leans forward.
“Makes you a real pain in my ass sometimes for it,” he says. Voice hoarse, with a slight edge of disdain.
“Makes me wanna string you up and kill you.”
You smile. Soft. Unflinching.
“You won’t.”
He scoffs. Looks away.
And whispers, like he hates how true it is:
“…I won’t.”
LUCCI
You wake to silence. Stillness. The kind that hums with tension you can’t name.
Your eyes blink open, slowly adjusting.
And he’s sitting beside the bed. Back straight. Gloved hands folded. Eyes on you.
He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t look away.
You shift upright. “You’re awake.”
He nods once. “You didn’t leave.”
You blink. “No.”
“You fell asleep in that chair. Your body slumped halfway onto the bed. You were shivering.”
You hesitate. “You remember all that?”
“I remember everything about you.”
His tone is flat. Controlled. But the words are there.
Adds: “You shouldn’t have stayed. You didn’t have to.”
You smile, tired. “I wanted to.”
He looks down. Then slowly—carefully—reaches out. Lets his fingers brush yours.
“I’m not used to being someone people wait on,” he says. Quiet. Almost too honest.
You squeeze his hand gently. “Then get used to it.”
All you wanted is a little puppy to company you on this big ass ship that's full of stinky men .
You kept delaying actually getting it because all the chaos that happens on the ship .
Until one day you were sick and tired , and shanks was nowhere near you to take care of you because of his duties as a captain, and you felt lonely and helpless until.. you dusted yourself off and got off the ship to the nearest island And ..you got the cutest puppy ever (ain't they all so cute?).
You know shanks wouldn't like a dog on the ship because he thinks "it's a responsibility ,it's like a child, how it's going to survive on this drunk ship?!" .
But come on ..who have the last saying here? Even if he's the captain he wouldn't ever survive the death stare you'll give him
" you got a dog!!! I can't believe you went out of my order !"
"It's a PUPPY, and yes! Because like this you can work 24hours and I can cuddled with something for all of that time "
"But I cuddled you enough for you to need any other affections "
" your cuddles smell like sake ,rum and Ben's cigarettes"
"Och..(●_●)"
• Crocodile:
"What the hell is that thing?" with a disgusted and confused look..
"It's a capybara" you said with the cutest most excited smile .
"Since when does people raise these things?"
"Idk what people raise ,and we're not people ..I like them they're so cute, look.."
you raised your little new baby in your arms for him to see it.
"Put that thing down it's disgusting "
" they say capybaras do so well with crocodiles...I don't see it.."
You turned the little creature to face you and said "don't worry cutie it's just hard to break his crocodile skin at first..but he'll come around eventually "
They end up being bestfriends , even leaving you out sometimes..
• Mihawk:
A quiet peaceful boring morning accompanying you with mihawk , you already tried to get his attention from his newspaper but didn't work..so you finally got up and made your way to his lap, wrapping your tiny arms around his big shoulder up to his neck.
"Can i get a cat?" You said with the best puppy eyes you can make, hoping he'll agree..
"No"
"No?why no!?"
"...."
"Mihawk! Seriously why- You know what ,NO ,no ,I'm not doing this like you're my parent and I need your approval " you said as you got off of him
"You're not getting one....(■-■)"
"YES I AM !" storming out of the room.
You didn't actually get one because ..we all know who's in control here...but!
One day you wake up to the fluffest fur ever on your face, you opened your eyes slowly as you feel the little kitten with your hand ..
"Mihawk!! It's so fluffy I'm gonna DIE"
"You won't but ..I'm sorry, I wanted to gift it to you from the beginning.."
You kissed him softly
"I knew you wouldn't let me stay upset ,I'll name it ..chanel"
"No"
"Mihawk!!"
• Doflamingo:
You bought the fanciest fishbowl you can find and sit it up in the living room , so proud and satisfied with the luxurious look it gave to the room.
" that looks delicious.." with a smirk up in his face, he came from behind you staring at the new piece in the room.
"You know that's not for eating "
"I know , but I keep no promises "
"Stop messing with me"
"No way,I love to see you pissed off" still a big smirk on his face , he kisses your cheek softly "just ask me first next time".
"It's a fishbowl not a life decision "
"You know me sweetheart, I love dominance in anyway any form "
"(-_-)"
• Buggy:
"BUGGY!!!WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!!"
"Babe it's a bunny, don't you love bunnies?!"
"I Hate bunnies!, you would know that if you actually listen to me "
"I listened to you ,you said you love them !"
"I was talking about carrot the rabbit mink ,not these dirty creatures "
"How can anyone hate bunnies ?!, I was trying to be romantic .."
" You're a clown, act like one , and return these things to their mom"
And just like that he tears up and fell on the ground like a pallon getting the air out of it
"I wanted to make you happy "
"Ahhh you already do ,without these stupid bunnies, now come here give mommy a kiss"
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