May 8
I refuse to die until they finally meet Strawhats.
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I refuse to die until they finally meet Strawhats.
"you owe me one hundred berries" (shanks x f!reader)
summary: the years brought intimacy, fun and adventure for you in the crew of the red-haired pirates. you found a little place in the world you could call home. dreams and ambitions become clearer when you are surrounded by people you love, especially when you manage to untangle your thoughts and do something about it.
warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral sex, spanking, hair pulling, dirty talk, spitting, creampie, no use of y/n, slow burnish. mdni.
word count: 10k
a/n: oof, this is LONG. almost as long as shanks' dic- ok i'll shut up now but boy oh boy did i have a lot to write about this man. I love my fictional husband so much. I considered separating this into two parts, but I like it better as one swift longass oneshot, lol. hope y’all enjoy it <3
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“What are your ambitions in life?”
The question caught you off guard. It’s not like you and the man besides you had heartfelt conversations constantly. No, it was much more relentless teasing and a whole lot of work.
Looking straight ahead, you felt the presence of the seemingly infinite ocean in front of you, the smell of salt water, and the slight sway of the ship as the waves moved around and beneath — the combination had you at ease. The sea was your home.
The people asleep on the ship were the closest thing to a family you had nowadays. And a massive thank you to every deity for that.
Ever since you joined them, the benefits were mutual and the connection was instant. It was easy to love them, and you made yourself valuable. One of them, playing with his own name, called you their “lucky charm”. All of that due to your navigation skills that got them out of trouble and into profit more times than one.
However, you kept to yourself. The pain, the heartache, the loss… They haunted you, even if they belonged in the past. And here, you were moving towards your future.
“Y’know, your dreams, your ambitions…”, the man by your side continued, given your silence. You remained quiet, teasingly, which only enticed him more. “Surely you’ve heard of those”, his smile was unfaltering and his one arm was on the bulwark, bottle of rum in hand.
You took a sip of your drink. The two of you were the last ones still awake, drinking and staring into the endless water and dark sky, trying to see where they met — at least, that’s what you were doing. He was just yapping. You’d grown used to your Captain’s tendencies of lightheartedness and mischief, and it was safe to say you were friends. Good ones, even if you weren’t eager to share your deepest secrets. You were certain he didn’t want to share his as well. You liked each other regardless because of it. Perhaps more because of it.
“C’mon”, he drank a generous gulp, smiling still. “Gimme a drag”, as he only had one arm, he didn’t have the capacity of holding the bottle in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. So, you held it for him between your fingers, sometimes moving it towards his mouth so he could inhale. It was such a simple gesture, but it felt so intimate.
You liked your Captain. Very much so. And, as one of the few women on the Red Force, of course you noticed that he checked you out every now and then — all men did. You didn’t mind, in fact, you rather enjoyed checking them out right back.
It was extremely rare for the two of you to have a moment alone like this, and you cherished it immensely. The man was an Emperor, after all, and you still found yourself yearning for one on one time as if he was a school mate.
Even now, in this whole new world, he still made sure his crew had a moment to party every now and then, when things were calm. Hence, why everyone was passed out drunk and you were still standing, at guard. Or as much guard you could be in this half drunken state.
“You know, it’s bad manners not to answer your Captain, not to mention a clear act of rebellion…”
You took a deep breath, laughing quietly. “I know”, you spoke only to shut him up. You knew he wouldn’t push you too far, and that’s why you felt comfortable enough to talk. “I remember having dreams and ambitions as a little girl. I just… Don’t know where it all went”.
“I reckon it’s still in there”, he pointed at your chest, your heart — skillfully balancing his bottle of rum without the pointed finger.
“I once said I wanted to be an assassin”, you smiled remembering the child you once were. Your Captain smiled too. “I didn’t know what an assassin was, of course”.
“Of course”, that smile was still there, perfect. As perfect as an imperfect pirate Captain can be, at least. His gaze inspired you to continue.
“I loved reading and history. I remember my father”, your voice altered slightly, mentioning the flawed man who raised you, more emotional than before, “finding new books for me every now and then. He abdicated everything for our little family… And for knowledge. I think at some point I wished to carry on his legacy”.
The question of ambitions and dreams was a hard one. At this particular place in your life, all you wanted was to be safe, to be comfortable, to be around your found family… Around Shanks.
“What happened?”, he persisted, interested.
You took a deep sigh. “People. Expectations. Life got in the way, I guess”.
“But what would you want if there were no expectations, no people?”, he asked, and, although he directed the question to you, it seemed like he was looking for guidance for himself as well.
You shrugged your shoulders and smiled. “I think I would be a librarian in a small village… Have a lot of cats, and maybe horses, too. Be free, with the open skies above me and the infinite sea near, too, but with a place of my own. In another life, maybe”, you looked over at him, “All that after I travelled the world and found the One Piece with you, boss, of course”.
“Naturally”, his smile lit up the night, and he took a sip of his drink, a little lost in thought.
“What about you?”, you inquired. You didn’t shy away from returning the question to him. After all, if you answered, so should he. Although he was the boss, he still maintained quite a balanced environment. You could just talk to each other about anything, and if one wanted out of the conversation, there would be no questions asked from the other.
His body was turned towards you, eyes on you and not on the sea. It was clear his focus had shifted from inside his mind to outside, to the night, to this moment. His attention was almost too much. You returned your gaze to that water below, the sound of the waves a good substitute for silence.
“Honestly?”, you nodded as he spoke, “As a kid… I just wanted to be a carefree pirate with…”, he stopped himself, shaking his head lightly. It was his turn to look away into the distance. “My friends.The freedom of it all called to me”, he finished, after taking another long sip of his drink.
Silence ensued. Yet, the quiet with your Captain was comfortable. Even though he was propense to partying and laughing, he seemed in his element in the silence too. A man of his stature with an ability to feel deeply was a rare thing. You felt immensely proud to be by his side, to be a part of his crew. It was no lie that you wanted to see the world, but you weren’t sure you would have allowed yourself to want it this badly had you not joined his crew. They made this possible, and, even though there was violence and discomfort sometimes, it was good.
Even though you tried not to, your glare kept returning to him. Perhaps your thinking was too loud, because the man turned to you again. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he did so often.
“Did you lose something similar to my face or am I just too handsome?”, the amusement in his voice was tangible.
“Oh, shut up”, you tried to cover your smirk by drinking some more, but he caught on, clearly having fun.
“No, seriously”, he took one step closer, “am I really so beautiful that your gaze just falls on me naturally?”
You laughed, but you felt your face redden nonetheless. You could try to play it cool, but this interaction had begun to make you nervous in the best way possible, and the part of you fueled by rum wanted to see where it would lead.
“Yes, Shanks”, you playfully responded. Calling him by his name was a dangerous move, especially in the mocking tone you had on. You brought the cigar to your mouth, lighting it again and taking one long inhale. You breathed out the air, still smiling slightly, your Captain’s eyes now predatorial. “I do think you’re that beautiful”.
Another step, this time you took it. The two of you were so close you could feel his warmth. His body towered over you, all six foot seven of him. It almost made your neck hurt looking up to him, but the thrill of this situation made anything bearable.
“Care to share?”, he motioned to the smoke between your fingers with a raise of eyebrows.
You just lift your hand close to his mouth so he could breathe it in. When he exhaled and you began to lower your hand, he stopped you, holding your wrist and the bottle at the same time. Then, he did the unthinkable. He kissed it.
His lips were rough, but they felt amazing on your skin. Perfect. As if they belonged there.
Even this small gesture, this little kiss on the inside of your wrist, the smoke still coming from the cigar, caused an inexplicable rush. Body on fire, burning as red as his head of hair.
His gaze never left your face, not even when your glare flew from his eyes to his lips, still lingering on your skin.
Your poor heart, beating so quickly for a man so unattainable. Yet, a voice inside you, most likely drunk as well, whispered softly, if he could be attained, it would be by you.
A loud noise came from inside the crew’s quarters. You jumped, but Shanks simply moved away softly.
As quickly as the moment came, it was gone.
The cigarette in your hand went out.
***
It had been a few months since the hand incident, if it could even be called that. The Captain acted pretty much the same most of the time, composed and natural, but you felt changed in your very core.
Sometimes, you’d look for him and find him already staring at you. Every now and then, during a party or celebration, some drinks in, you’d flirt with him and he would flirt back, all charm and charisma.
You brushed the incident off as a drunken reaction, but there was a part of you that couldn’t get rid of the sensation that something between the two of you shifted, and that you might want more.
The slight shift in his demeanour came not only from his gaze, or the flirting. There was a new found protectiveness, as if his shadow was towering over you as more than a Captain. One time, when the ship was docked on a random island, you felt him come behind you during an argument with a shopkeeper. You hadn’t realized he went in after you, and yet, there he was, by your side. You didn’t even have to ask.
The conversations you had around others were different now too. The Captain valued everyone’s opinion, but you could tell by the way he wouldn’t take his eyes off of you that he wanted to know yours, not the filtered version you carefully crafted for others, but your true, honest opinion.
Either that, or you were hallucinating from scurvy.
The night fell swiftly, and the crew was scattered in this small fishermen’s island. You were probably the only one on the ship still, and your intention was to enjoy the quiet night alone on the ship with a book you picked up at the shop the day you had anchored.
A ruffled noise came from behind you as you made your way to the common room. You reacted instantly. Book in one hand, dagger on the other, you were ready to defend yourself and the Red Force.
“Jeez, at rest, soldier”. The voice came from behind you, all fun and giggles. You could recognize that sound anywhere. “At least I can sleep soundly knowing you are guarding us all”.
“Heavens, boss!”, you put the dagger back in your belt and held your book close to your chest. Turning around to face him was a natural reflex, but a part of you wished you hadn’t done it. He was quite the sight — deep red hair, built like a god, even his scars were attractive. “You scared me”.
“You look adorable grasping your book like that”, he said, letting his body fall on the wall. Back against it, one leg up to balance himself. There he was with the flirting once more. That smile could stop a war, you were certain.
Your head fell to the side, in a way you hoped was sweet and charming, and you had to hold yourself not to smile. Part of you wanted to maintain a strong facade for him, tease him, make him work for it a little.
He was your Captain, but he was also a man.
There was a flame behind his eyes and an energy in the way he tilted his head, matching your movement, which had your chest moving up and down more strongly. Air felt rarefied, and suddenly you were aware of every part of your body — the red in your cheeks, the white of your outfit, the shaking of your legs, the sweating of your hands.
This should have been simple. It was just a Captain chatting with his mate.
It could be just that.
However, you realized this was the first time you and Shanks were alone together since the incident.
“Cat got your tongue?”
“No, I simply have no adequate response”. Your mouth was faster than your brain. Maybe, in another life, you were more eloquent, like your father, or maybe elegant, like your mother. But no. You just stared at the man who was your Captain and the object of all your desires, and said incoherent nonsense.
“You haven’t quite figured out what I want you to respond, huh?”, he read you like an open book. “You can just speak your mind, you know”.
The cover of the book was endlessly interesting. The night smelled like salt, and the lighting in the corridor leading to the common room was dim.
You felt him take a step closer before you saw it. Once more, you were in a compromising position — with your Captain towering over you, dark cloak almost shielding the both of you. You remembered this feeling, this that came as easily as breathing.
His one hand moved up towards your chin, lifting your head so your eyes would meet. You knew you could be seductive and blink innocently and just lure him in if you wanted, but this was Shanks.
He was more experienced than that, and he would be able to tell if you were doing something only to please him or because you thought he would want it.
In your mind, you constantly found yourself thinking about what your Captain would do to you. Of course you had heard many stories about his conquests, his one night stands, his lovers — all of whom seemed more than willing to go back for more. All made it seem like sharing Shanks’ bed was a dream.
You were far from virginal, but any involvement with your Captain had the potential to be complicated, so you were a little hesitant — even though the tension was palpable, even though his hand remained on your chin. The hesitant part was bigger than the people pleaser part.
And the attraction was stronger than any hesitation.
So, you did the one thing you could think to do.
One hand moved to hold his wrist, and you moved it slightly closer to your lips. With a suaveness that was strange even to you, you kissed it.
It was the very first time your lips touched Shanks, and it was magical.
If this was an answer to the questions you had, it was a good one.
His shock was evident in his face and in his body. He tensed up immediately, not used to having someone treat him with such fondness, hold him with such care. Even though he was the furthest thing possible from chaste and coy, his endeavours were, more often than not, much too raw.
The Captain usually didn’t have a problem with his dominating, charismatic personality — he constantly used it to his advantage, and it worked. Although he would much prefer being carefree, life happened and he had to play the hand he was given. But there was not a single part of him that expected this.
He wasn’t in control, for once. After all, this wasn’t a one night stand or a hookup with no strings attached. The two of you were connected by something greater than life, and your entire livelihood would be affected if it ended poorly.
It wasn’t in Shanks’ nature to worry this much, and it wasn’t in your nature to do something this recklessly.
And, somehow, your lips still didn’t leave his skin.
You blinked once, twice, hoping for a reaction. The seconds dragged on for days, it seemed. His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes never left yours.
His big right hand moved, cupping your cheek, and your eyes instantly closed, relishing in his touch. Was it you who let out a moan? You couldn’t tell, so lost in the moment. He murmured your name, a warning, and you opened your eyes to find an expression you’d never seen before in his face.
“Tell me to stop”, he said.
“No”, was your murmured answer.
He used his strength to push you against the wall behind you, now in control again, where he belonged. The hand that was soft on your cheek moved harshly to your neck. He pulled your hair back, just a little, not excessively. Your neck was exposed, and he would have to lower his body a lot to touch it with his lips, and damn, you hoped he would.
You dropped your book, which fell to the wooden floor with a loud thud.
His signature red hair was covering his eyes, but you could feel the predatory gaze on you.
You half expected him to kiss you, take you to his chambers and claim you in the most animalistic way possible. But that wasn’t him. The man standing in front of you was calm, lighthearted and fun, albeit domineering. Easily taking charge of the situation and making it what he needed. So, it was no surprise that he lowered his head to press his forehead against yours, and said “You smell so good”.
You just chuckled, now holding his waist. He sniffed your hair like a puppy would.
“Seriously, is that driftwood?”, you could hear his smile when he spoke. Perhaps it was insanity. But having Shanks close to you like this, his body attached to yours and his attention solely on you was insane, so you didn’t see any harm in playing along.
“Shut up”, you giggled. You looked up to him, trying to memorize his features.
The moment suddenly became serious. Your giggles stopped, and his smile vanished. The rest of the world vanished, too. No sounds, no light, nothing.
There was only you and him.
The built-up tension was a solid block above the two of you. You wanted nothing more than to break it, but, at the same time, the agony was delicious. Waiting, anticipating and yearning somehow made this moment all the more precious.
Closer, your mind screamed. You shared his air, coming from his parted lips. There was an unspoken need for more closeness, for less space to be between you two.
Closer, closer, closer.
Just like clockwork, a noise came from the door, interrupting. You didn’t want to be parted from Shanks, not in the slightest. Yet, to preserve this moment and others that might come, he let you go, kneeling to pick up your book.
A drunken Yasopp made his way down the corridor right after, barely speaking to you or the Captain. You heard him murmur something about showing them who’s aimless when he went inside.
Your Captain, still looking at you, but further than you wished, nodded once in a silent “I’ll see you later” movement. The legend, the myth, standing in front of you. All those stories about his doings, all the fuss and glory and bounty. It constantly amazed you that, even though he was indeed legendary, he was still a man.
A man who, despite having a complicated past and an even more complicated present, remained kind.
His kindness was shown once more when, before leaving, he approached you and gently kissed your forehead. You could feel his agony, his yearning — a twin to your own.
There was a part of you that wanted to follow Shanks as he left, long steps towards his chambers. In fact, you wanted nothing more than to follow that man and continue your interaction, to finally feel more of him. But there was a force stronger than nature, an intuition, a voice that whispered you should let him go and come back to you when he’s ready.
So, you did.
***
As the days went by since your last encounter with Shanks, you felt more and more afflicted by his absence. Nonetheless, you felt certain you did the right thing.
Your body was on fire just remembering the way he held your hair, the way his eyes looked at you with delicious anticipation and warmth.
It had been a long time since you felt this way, if you ever did. Sure, every now and then you craved sex and you didn’t mind finding someone in whatever port you were anchored to satisfy your needs. It was carnal, and it was good, mostly.
However, this longing was different. It was a kind of interest you had rarely felt. The more Shanks you got, the more you wanted.
And it wasn’t enough. Stolen glares, a touch of hands, laughing at the dinner table surrounded by the crew. It just wasn’t enough. You needed to smack that smirk right out of his face and then kiss it better.
A couple weeks after that night, you could still feel Shanks’ hand on your cheek, you could sense his arm around you… The attraction was mutual, of that you were sure.
You wondered if the agony of these days apart was mutual as well.
Will it be long before he comes once more?, you were tossing and turning in your hammock, thoughts of Shanks flooding through your head.
The night had fallen quietly, and most of the crew was asleep. You only heard the slight snores and the waves crashing against the Red Force. The ship had not anchored since you last set sail, moving through the sea at a comfortable pace.
You stood up quietly to not wake up anyone, and moved up quickly. Going out on the upper deck, getting some air and smelling the ocean beneath you. That was what you needed before trying (and most likely failing) to fall asleep once more — it would be good to have the air cool you down when you felt like you were burning up with need, with yearning.
After passing through the corridor where you last spoke with Shanks, memories surrounding and consuming you like embers, you made your way out into the night.
The relief of seeing the endless sky and the infinite waters surrounding you was immensurable.
That thrill only lasted for a moment, however, because your eyes landed instantly on the figure covered by shadows, but whose silhouette you’d recognize anywhere.
You began to turn around, intending to leave him be, when he said, “I can hear you”, nonchalantly.
Your face contracted as you turned around, smiling and embarrassed. “Sorry, boss, I was just going to enjoy the silence for a while. Didn’t see you there”.
“Please”, he motioned to his side. An invitation and a promise of peace.
You walked towards him with as much caution as you could, your mind still hazy. His body was supported by the bulwark, and there was a cigarette half smoked in hand.
He didn’t look over, respecting your need for stillness.
You had no idea how long you stood there. It could have been hours, days or years.
When you finally turned to him, he was turning to you too.
“This is weird”, you said.
“The sky is beautiful”, he said at the exact same time. He took a second to process your words, then smiled. “What’s weird?”.
You pointed to yourself and then to him. In his usual fashion, he just shrugged jovially, corners of his lips upward. “It’s good weird, you know, but still a little weird”.
“But seriously, what’s weird?”, he turned around, back facing the sea. “The fact that I wanted to hump your leg like a puppy?”
You laughed, happy to be met with the same humour as always. At least, you had a friend in him, regardless of the rest.
“I would’ve let you”, you lifted your eyebrows in a knowing manner, teasing him. He was smiling, too. “The sky really is beautiful tonight”.
Obviously, you still wanted him. Damn, you would really let this man hump your leg if he was into it for real. You were a little kinky yourself and, truth be told, you were willing to try anything once. And to try with Shanks, of all people? What a privilege that would be.
Out of all the dirty, unholy things you wanted to try out in your life, you were lucky enough to have done most of it. There were a few times it just happened, and others you planned out with some partner.
This whole situation made you think of the Captain’s kinks. What does he secretly wish for in the middle of night like this? Did he come up to the deck for air from the hotness of imagining a tad too much?
“You look like an ass guy”, you blurted out before even understanding what you were saying. Oh, the things insomnia and horniness can do to a girl.
Shanks almost choked on smoke. “What makes you say that?”
You tilted your head like an interested dog would, trying to see any sort of disinterest or repulse in his features. Instead, all you found was genuine surprise and curiosity. “It’s a little controversial, right?”, he nodded, smile growing. “And it seems like you’re the kind of guy who likes it a little dirty”, he chuckled as you spoke, “and who would love to have it tight and a little painful”. His silence was deafening, even if his smile was still there, so you hit him playfully with your elbow. “Am I wrong?”.
“Oh”, only that sound came from him. You were still smiling. A pirate Captain, an Emperor of the New World, the legend, the myth. Right now, he was simply the man before you. Red hair, red cheeks. “Woman, are you trying to kill me?”
You didn’t answer, containing your laughter, amused by the situation. Hell, if it was weird, you didn’t mind making it weirder. At least, you both were having fun.
“Just wanted to check how blue your balls can get”, you turned around, elbows on the bulwark.
“The answer is very”, he copied your motion, turning around as well. With you crunched over and him standing at full height, you felt like a devotee worshiping a god. Come to think of it, you wouldn’t mind worshiping this man.
The sea wasn’t as agitated as usual on this night. A good counterpoint to your heart, that was almost beating out of your chest.
“I would love to see it”, you joked. It wasn’t that much of a joke, actually, but the situation demanded some humour.
“Come get it, then”, was his response. He looked so calm in this whole situation.
You opened your mouth to speak, but words would not suffice. You were never that great at conversation anyway.
There was nothing left to say. Only to do.
That’s why you stood up, adjusting your posture. Shanks immediately turned his body to yours, giving you his full attention, almost as if good posture was alarming — you could tell, by the twinkle in his eyes, that he was having as much fun as you. You got on your toes and threw your arms around his neck, in a dramatic fashion he certainly admired, and, at long last, brought your lips to meet his.
Although Shanks was a little surprised you actually followed his instructions and went and got it, he reacted quickly. He kissed you back passionately, using his one arm to pull you closer.
He kissed just like you thought he would — full of feeling, dominating but not aggressive. Intense. The kind of kiss so unbelievable that it would haunt you forever. His experience was clear in the way he kissed, not messy, not too much, just fully him.
He was much taller, and even though you were on your tip toes, he still had to lean down. That didn’t stop either of you. One hand moved through his hair — you had always dreamed of doing this — and the other held his neck as if he was getting away. By the way he held you, however, you could tell he wasn’t going anywhere soon.
Warmth flooded you. Him, him, him.
Heavens. For a man with only one arm, you could surely feel him everywhere.
Your belly was turning with excitement and a feeling you didn’t really want to admit you felt. Right now, all that mattered was this proximity, this intimacy.
The Captain, always aware of his surroundings, turned you so your bum hit the bulwark, and he lifted you with ease. When your eyes met his, you could tell he was looking for an answer, that he needed one.
He mirrored you this time. He would take anything you could give. He was choosing you, for whatever reason, and he wanted to give you all the time to choose him back. Never pushing you, never pressuring.
There was no need for time. You had him right now.
Your hand moved on his shirt, half-open in classical Shanks fashion. You felt his chest rise and fall beneath your hands. Taking advantage of the position, you pulled his white shirt towards you, bringing your lips together once more.
How easy it was to kiss him, how very natural. It amazed you how instinctively you knew to wrap your legs around his waist, even if you were out on the deck. It was remarkable how his body moved with yours, matching every movement before you moved at all. His lips never left yours, his tongue rhythmically asking for passage to your mouth. It wasn’t as messy and guttural as one might think, but calculated to the point of making you wonder if this man was carefully made for you.
You moaned against his mouth, not able to control yourself. That made him bolder, hand moving to your leg and squeezing. You opened your legs more, allowing his body to come closer to you between them.
“Fuck”, he muttered when your lips separated. You already missed him, already craved him, more so than before. You bit your lower lip, holding in a smile. His forehead rested against yours, his breath ragged much like your own. “Let me fuck you”.
Yes.
“Wow”, you said, trying to remain serious instead of taking all your clothes off and bending over in a common area of the ship, “Won’t even buy me dinner first, huh?”
He laughed loudly, even though you were acting all serious.
Although Shanks’ laugh was no cause for concern at the Red Force, it was the dead of night in the middle of nowhere. You shushed him and put a finger to his lip, the universal “shut up” sign.
“Are you crazy? People will come here!”.
“Who cares?”, his voice sounded like a smile. Was that even possible? He kissed you gently as his hand caressed your thigh, making your sleeping gown raise and show more and more skin, which seemed to enchant him greatly. “I own everything around here, in case you haven’t heard”.
You let out a surprised sound. “You don’t own shit, boss”.
“Yeah, baby, talk dirty to me”, he gripped your thigh and kissed your neck playfully. You were giggling, happier than ever. The air was cold and the fantasy of moaning “boss” as Shanks was inside you had you hotter and even more bothered.
You two were giggling and kissing, enjoying this moment, not wanting it to end.
“Come to my chambers”, he said between kisses. His hand held you tightly, moving down towards your bum and squeezing every now and then. You always had a hunch the Captain was an ass man.
“People will know something’s up when they wake to see I’m gone and then see me coming out of your room”.
Your response only brought indifference. “And?”.
“Well, boss, I think having forty grown men prying won’t help us in any affair”, you separated from the kiss, holding his chin so his eyes could face yours. He was beyond beautiful, and a part of you, a possessive, unreasonable and irrational part of you, could only think mine, mine, mine, mine, mine. “And I’m pretty sure I’ll come back for more once I have a taste of you”.
“Don’t worry about them”, he replied. At this rate, with the hotness of your body, it would take very little talking to get you in his bed, despite your concerns. “We’re all that matters”, he kissed you lovingly, “Come with me”.
He took a step back and stretched out his hand.
You took it.
***
You had been in Shanks’ quarters more than once, but never in a situation like this. One time, he was so drunk he threw up and you found yourself cleaning up as he fell asleep on the floor. There was this other time, when you were so nervous after losing a stupid game, that he just locked you in the room as punishment. He said you were grounded or something, and you had to stay until you were no longer in homicidal mode. Everyone laughed, and you broke a couple things out of vengeance.
Now, however… This was different.
Shanks sat on his bed, not a care in the world. His cigarette went out, and he motioned to get another in his pocket, but thought twice. He looked at you, who were observing the maps on the walls, seemingly trying to play it cool, and chuckled.
You turned around and met his gaze.
One step and you were standing in front of him, between his legs he so gloriously man-spread.
He didn’t have to tell you to make yourself at home. You were home.
His hand touched you behind the knee, and you almost jumped in anticipation. He travelled upwards slowly, almost touching your butt and then not, just to go down your thighs again and repeat it all over again. It was torture. It was delicious.
You let your hands rest on his shoulders. His big, hard, muscular, manly shoulders. Damn, had he been working out?
He finally stopped playing around and pulled you closer. You straddled his lap, letting your core dangerously close to his, as his hand stayed on your butt.
“I’m definitely an ass guy”, the way he laughed was surprisingly wholesome. You couldn’t help but to laugh back.
“I knew it!”, you celebrated, raising your arms above your head.
Shanks took advantage of the movement, eye level with your tits, to kiss your chest gently. “But I have to admit, these make me wonder if I’m not a boob guy too”.
Your breath got caught in your throat.
You wanted him to do something, to just tear your clothes and take you. Your eyes were closed, savoring the moment, and your hand moved down to his signature red hair then to his shoulders and then back.
There was a beat of silence, of complete stillness. You were not even breathing as Shanks approached your chest and open mouthedly kissed your collarbone.
You looked down and met his gaze, a serious expression on his face. His eyes searched for any hesitation, any doubt in yours, but he didn’t find any. He wouldn’t find any. This was irrevocably what you craved, intensely and deeply.
You moaned when he resumed his ministrations on your skin. A gentle kiss near your chest, a peck on your neck. He explored with the expertise only a pirate could have.
Finally, he moved his hand to the front of your clothing and began to pull down. Once more his eyes searched you for a sign to stop.
You mouthed more without making a sound.
Ever so sweetly, he pulled your night gown down and freed your breasts. You let out a whimper as he let out an animalistic sound. His hand gripped your thigh as a lifeline as he drove right in, kissing the skin and then licking where his lips just were.
He nibbled at the soft skin of your chest, in a way you were sure would leave bruises, even if there was no force. The ghost of his lips would haunt you forever.
Without any warning, his hand pulled your clothes down to expose more skin. You moaned as he sucked one nipple, your pussy already clenching. At the same time you desperately wanted him to move south, you wanted this moment to last.
His hand was on your waist, holding you for dear life as you rocked your hips lightly, experimenting. The motion caused a positive reaction, you realized as the man let out a sigh.
“I have wanted this since I first laid eyes on you”, he confessed, moving to the other breast, licking and kissing and involving your nipple in his mouth. You moved your hips against him again, hoping to gain some relief, and he let out the prettiest moan you’d ever heard.
“You had me since you first laid eyes on me, boss”, you replied.
Your confession in between a shortened breath seemed to entice the man, for he lifted you off him with ease and threw you on the bed like a ragdoll. Then, almost as if he had read your mind, he ripped your night gown in half, exposing you to his fully clothed self. You gasped and his eyes darkened.
There was something about the power dynamic… Something about being on display for him whilst he was clothed. The need you felt was brutal. He was up on his knees, opening your legs to make space for him, with excellent balance for a man with only one arm.
Just like a damned clockwork, came a knock on the door.
Shanks growled in frustration. “I’m busy”, was his harsh response as he resumed his ministrations on your body. He lifted one foot and kissed it with such care and adoration it made your heart flutter and your pussy to clench around nothing.
“Just making sure everything’s alright, boss”, Benn’s voice came from the other side of the door, “You were nowhere to be found”.
“I’m in my room during the night! What’s wrong with that?”, he replied, still holding your leg up. You giggled at the situation, trying to remain quiet and failing.
Beckman’s scuff was followed by his footsteps, moving away from the room.
Truth be told, you had a hunch Shanks suffered from insomnia since long before you two had met. Meeting him in the dead of night, him offering to stay guard, all the parties that went well into the morning… The signs were clear.
It took one to know one, right?
Your heart was beating fast, but not only for the horniness. No. This had become something else the moment all the pieces of a puzzle connected in your head and you saw your Captain as not a myth, not a legend, not an Emperor or a pirate, but as a man. A flawed man, who had suffered so much in such a short life span. A man who looked at you and saw a version of yourself you’d grown to love.
“Where were we?”, he smiled down at you, still teasing and charming, but you just rested your leg down and pulled him in. He looked surprised, almost confused, for a moment, before you joined his lips and yours once more.
You hoped the kiss would convey the desire and all the feelings you couldn’t quite name.
The man murmured a ‘what’ as you pushed him down on the pillows and straddled him.
It was different, to say the least, to be on top fully naked as the man beneath you was fully clothed, but you didn’t really care, not when Shanks opened that smile. The one that had the entire world stopping just to see it for a second.
You rocked your hips and made a sound you couldn’t recognize as you began to kiss his chest, opening his shirt to see more of him. More, more, more.
You moved your body south, to the waistband of his pants. “These are ugly ass trousers, boss”, you commented, earning a laugh from him. “Maybe we should take it off… And then throw it into the ocean?”.
It was true, you really did hate those pants. But that was not the reason why you wanted them off.
Shanks scuffed jokingly. “You can do anything as long as you take ‘em off right now, love”.
The pet name caused your brain to short circuit for a beat. Love was a really strong word in your books. Yet, somehow, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
You put a pin in those thoughts because there was something hard and hot calling you.
The pants were quickly discarded into the floor, along with his white shirt. The laziness in Shanks took over and he let you do most of the work, but you didn’t mind. Not when there was something so interesting hiding in those ridiculous pants. Not when every word he said was a holy command to you.
Your mouth went dry at the sight of Shanks, naked, laying in front of you like a five course meal. Not only that, but oh, his cock. You had no idea a dick could be that pretty. Long, thick, with a cute pink tip and veins that seemed put there by a skilled artist and not some randomness of nature.
All of him seemed straight off a painting, to be honest. Even his missing limb, the place where your gaze stayed for more than a second. Enough to make him touch it, trying to remain lighthearted but a little tense nonetheless.
“It’s an adjustment, really. The whole missing arm thing”, he said, tone playful, but you saw underneath it. There was pain lingering in his eyes. Physical pain, yes, but emotional pain too. There was a story there, one you hoped he would share whenever he was ready.
You just kissed his entire body, from his legs to neck. You purposely skipped his cock, hard and glistening with pre-cum. Your hands followed your mouth, until you felt you had touched him everywhere.
The last place you were going to caress was his left shoulder, the place where his arm used to be. As your mouth moved to it, he held your hair gently, stopping you.
“You don’t have to”, his voice was a whisper. There was a lot of emotion in his eyes, and you hoped he could see it in yours too.
“I want to”, you replied, confident he would stop you if he was uncomfortable. As long as you were concerned, though, all of him was made for your kisses, for your touches, for love.
He let go of your hair, hand still on your head when you pressed your lips there for the first time.
You looked at him to make sure everything was fine, and you were met with adoration. You proceeded, cocky smile growing in your face as you moved down his body again.
“Tease”, he messed with your hair, biting his lower lip.
If he hoped for an answer, he would be waiting for a long time. After all, you were face to face with his dick once more, mouth watering and the unholiest of thoughts going through your mind.
Surely, he had made another snarky comment by now, but you were too far gone to listen. You licked a stripe from his base to the tip, and he gifted you with a delicious moan, one that went straight between your thighs, adding to the wetness.
The licking and kissing part was easy. His dick was just too good and he even tasted good, too. But the sucking part could be a challenge, considering he was big and thick. You wouldn’t back down from a challenge, though. Oh, no.
You remained relaxed as you wrapped your lips around the tip, using your tongue to stimulate him even more. You used your hand as well, softly rocking the part of him you couldn’t fit in your mouth yet.
Even though you were relaxed, this was hard. Pun intended.
Words of affirmation showered from his mouth, ‘so good’, ‘that’s it’, ‘you’re so pretty’. But you were far too focused on making him lose his mind. You looked at him best you could in this position, and fit more of him in your mouth.
More, more, more.
His hand was caressing your hair before tugging on it, mindlessly trying to make you take more.
Captain’s orders, huh?
From the sheer size of him, you didn’t know if it would be possible, but you just relaxed your throat as you took more of him. Almost deepthroathing, almost all of him.
There was saliva everywhere, but neither you nor Shanks seemed to care. He was far gone, muscles contracting as you moved your head up and down a little, turning to the right and to the left simultaneously.
Finally, his eyes met yours again.
The sight was too much for him. He pulled your hair away from his cock and pulled you to him, kissing you with so much intensity your teeth hit his in one moment.
Your body was above his, and his one hand was everywhere. When he finally touched you between your legs, you separated the kiss to breathe. Just one touch and you were already melting in his hand.
“Not gonna last?”, he murmured in your ear, continuing to move his fingers through your folds, teasing your clit and then moving away, not letting any part of him go inside of you just yet. Your moan was a mix of a cry and a prayer. Him, him, him, it was all you could think.
You rocked your hips against his hand, trying to get more. More of something, more of anything, you just needed him.
Thankfully, Shanks was an experienced man and knew how to read a body. He lift himself, sitting against the headboard with you on top of him, both your hands holding his shoulders and legs on either side of his thighs. Your entrance was dangerously close to his cock, and you felt your pussy pulsing and your heart beating with anticipation, with want.
“You’re sure?”, Shanks whispered, searching for your eyes. No hesitation would be found there.
“What would you do if I said no?”, you joked, taking his cock in one hand to pump it once, twice, three times. He was half laughing from your comment, half moaning from the pleasure.
“Probably cry”, his words were playful, but his eyes were lustful, “and then jerk off”.
It was your turn to laugh, but the amusement was short lived, because he took advantage of your distraction to line himself and thrust his hips upwards, finally entering you.
A gasp from you. A grunt from him. You threw your head back as you lowered your hips slowly. It was a good thing you two had been flirting forever and the anticipation got you wetter than the entire freaking ocean, because your Captain had a big dick, and it was hard to take him.
Your cunt was pulsing, craving more of him. His hand rested on your hips, and he began moving and instructing you to move too. You tried rocking your hips, but it was too much. Your clit was right on his pelvis, and it was just too good.
Noticing you were a goner, Shanks took matters into his own hands. He pulled your body down, chest flushed with his, and began thrusting upwards in a delicious speed, starting out slow and the building. You let out little whimpers close to his ears, and each time you did he seemed to go even deeper.
You wanted nothing more than for this man to bury himself in you.
It would have been amazing to just lay on top of him as he fucked you with the precision of a professional. But you wanted more.
You lifted your torso, sitting on him. In doing so, both of you moaned loudly. For a second, you worried someone might hear. To Hell with them. There was only this moment, only this feeling.
You began riding him as if your life depended on it. Back and forth, hips dancing on top of your lover. The sounds were a perfect soundtrack to the moment.
You reached your hands from his chest, where they had been for support, to your own breasts, twitching your nipples and grabbing them to maximize the feeling.
The man looked starstruck to see you chasing your high, pleasuring himself, on his body. His mouth fell open the more you moved. He pressed his feet on the bed, grating you more stability as his thighs were behind you.
You let your hands fall behind you, to where his thighs were. The new angle was explosive.
The release you both craved so much was magnified by how long you both waited for this, to finally touch and feel each other. Once more, you found yourself desperate to get more but wanting the moment to last.
How does a moment last forever? You weren’t really sure, but when Shanks took advantage of the position to draw lazy circles on your clit, you were sure time stopped.
There would be a before and an after this.
No sound came out of your mouth as you surfed the waves of your orgasm. You didn’t even have time to let him know you were cumming, you just did. And it was a coreshaking, unbelievable feeling.
As your body trembled from the stimulation, Shanks lifted himself up, sitting more than laying down now. He hugged you, bringing your chest close to his face and seizing movement as you came down from your high.
Both your hands held his hair, and you opened your eyes to meet his.
You thought there’d be a before and an after because of the crazy orgasm, but you were wrong. The before and after would be from the look in his eyes.
You had seen adoration there before. Mischief, anger, annoyance, amusement. What you now saw, as he slowly began to thrust his hips upwards, were the four little letters that made a word you rarely said.
You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, not when he made you feel like the most beautiful woman alive. Not when he made you feel this good.
“Stand up and bend over”, his tone left no room for discussion.
“Ay ay, Captain”, you joked, sad to break contact but eager to see what was coming next. He scuffed and stood up too, going behind you and jokingly slapping your ass.
You caught a glimpse of his dick when he stood, all pink and glistening with arousal. Your mouth watered. Perhaps you should’ve thought about protection, but, eh. Once again, who cares? Your mind was far too hazy for worry.
His one hand touched your hips, forcing your face into the mattress and making your back arch even more. You turned your face, pressing your cheek on the soft blanket and putting both your knees on the bed, opening yourself up even more for him.
He stopped touching, and for a second, everything was quiet. Not even the ocean outside dared to make a sound.
When Shanks’ index finger moved gently through your entrance, collecting arousal, all the noise came back at once — the crashing of waves against the Red Force, his ragged breathing, something outside the room, your moans and whimpers.
He seemed pleased with your reaction, collecting your juices and his on his fingers before pushing two of them in. This man’s goal might just be to kill you. You tried looking back further, to catch a glimpse of his face.
He was so gorgeous it actually hurt. Sweat on his forehead, red hair falling on his forehead and eyes. Pecs so delicious it reminded you of a five course meal. His scars, his missing limp, all of it just made him more precious.
Your eyes met when his fingers left your pussy, and, without a word, he lined himself and pushed. Even a few moments without his dick made it harder for him to enter you again. He murmured something along the lines of ‘so tight’ before he began thrusting again.
Hips colliding against yours, time and time again. The force was almost brute, but you loved it. Was it possible to feel so passionate for a cock? Maybe, and if not, you were surely making the groundbreaking discovery that it was.
The position allowed him to go deeper, harder, and you both loved it. You were moaning, he was saying mumbled words affirming just how good you were for him.
“This cunt was made for me, love”, he said. “All mine”.
You shivered at the statement. Dear God, you felt the knot in your lower belly tightening again.
Shanks’ thrusts were sloppier, uncoordinated and impossibly harder. You loved the intrusion, the aggression. For all you cared at that moment, he could just tie you to the bed and fuck you until you melted into a puddle.
You clenched around him, purposefully. At that, he reacted with the prettiest moan you’d ever heard.
“Where do you want it?”, he asked and you loved that he did.
“Inside”, your voice was shakier than you expected. “Please, inside”, you just didn’t want him to leave you. You wanted all of him in you.
He squeezed your hips, pushing you flush on the bed and laying on top of you. Having a two meters man with his full weight above you was hard, but even more so, it was fun and warm and dirty. His hips kept pistoling into you.
His mouth was pampering kisses on your ear, and you could feel and hear his breathing.
He didn’t announce he was coming. Instead, he just thrusted so hard and so deep it made you let out a little scream. Ropes of white shot in you, and he kept moaning as his long release marked you as own.
It was the perfect moment for a declaration, but you needed to stay in this bubble where nothing else other than you two existed. You needed to just feel his chest against your back and his softening dick inside.
When he began moving to lay by your side, your hands flew behind you to keep him in place a little longer. “Stay”, you managed to say. “A little more, please”.
He didn’t answer, instead, he just complied. He just kissed the side of your face, gentle and loving.
A moment passed. Maybe two. It could have been years or seconds you stayed put beneath him, just feeling his body and his kisses.
When he finally left your body, you whimpered. He laid by your side, stomach up whilst your chest was down.
You were face to face, feeling each other's breath.
“Hi”, nonchalantly he said, a smile already growing.
“Hey”, you were able to let out. You felt absolutely destroyed and ready for more.
“Sleep here”, he begged, reaching for your hand. He pulled it to his lips and kissed it. Romantic.
You nodded, moving towards him, curling up on his chest. His cum was dripping, probably making a mess on his sheets. At least they weren’t your sheets.
The air felt lighter, somehow. His chest was moving up and down beneath your head when you cuddled even more in him.
The moonlight cast a pale light in the room.
***
“My thighs hurt”, was the first thing you said when he woke up and opened those beautiful eyes. You were already awake for a few minutes, and you had more than enough time to go to his mirror and check out the red bite and hand marks on your bottom.
Promptly, he guffewed. You took one of the many pillows on his bed to hit him with it.
“Shut up! Everyone will hear!”
“I think that ship has sailed, darling”, with only one hand and laying on his back, he still managed to be dexterous. After taking it from your hands, he threw the pillow away, smiling. “I wasn’t the one screaming last night”.
“Oh, that could be anyone of your floozys”, you brushed him off, crossing your arms and pouting like a child.
He played the offended part, gasping. If only there were pearls around his neck for him to clutch! You rolled your eyes, trying not to give him the satisfaction of a smile and failing miserably.
He pulled you closer, bringing your chest to his back, cuddling. An Emperor, cuddling. You never thought you’d see the day, and yet, it felt so natural. You let him adjust himself behind you, and you felt his morning hard on deliciously on your back.
His lips first met your shoulders, then your neck, and finally your ear. “You can be my floozy any time you want”, he whispered. The words themselves weren’t all that seductive, but the way he said it, morning voice raspy and the ghost of last night all over you… That was something else.
A part of you wished you could be more mysterious and hold in your laugh. With Shanks, you just couldn’t. Your smile, your laughter, it all came naturally. He had that effect on you, apparently.
You weren’t one to share your dreams and ambitions that easily, but, with your Captain, it felt as simple as breathing.
You rolled your hips against his morning wood, teasing him.
“Time for round two?”, he asked. His voice was all the stimulation you needed.
You turned to meet his face and join your lips.
“Out of how many?”, after a few pecs, you inquired. After all, a girl had a right to know if it was a one night and morning after thing, or more.
“How many numbers are there?”
“Infinite, as far as I know”
“There’s your answer”, he barely finished saying the words before kissing you deeply. He moved over you, towering over you the best he could with only one arm.
It wasn’t long before you were a mess of moans and orgasms again.
***
The morning came with an unbearable heat. You managed to sneak out of the Captain’s room and go to your chambers quietly, avoiding any prying gazes. Since he destroyed your clothing, you borrowed something of his. Now, out on the deck covered in sunlight going to the kitchen for a late breakfast, your tank top and shorts were soaked in sweat, and the entire crew was complaining when you joined them.
“Somebody opened the gates of hell”.
“I haven’t felt this hot since I snuck into an oven as a kid”.
You laughed as you reached for a muffin at the breakfast table.
In more ways than one, you were immensely grateful this was your life. Grown men bitching about the weather and all.
The door to the kitchen opened with little noise. If you weren't so deeply aware of Shanks’ presence at any given minute, you might have missed his quiet entrance. There were no good mornings, only a calm smile as he walked to the head of the table, passing through his trusted mates and yourself.
What you didn’t expect — and probably no one did — was that the Captain would stop behind your chair, hand on your shoulder, and lean down to give you a kiss on the cheek.
Intimate. Lovable.
Public.
Lucky Roux’s food fell from his fork. For a couple seconds, one could hear a pin drop. Perhaps they heard your heart too, almost beating out of your chest.
But then, as quickly as the silence came, it was gone.
The clinking of silverware, chairs moving and footsteps around the room, the laughter from Yasopp as Benn pointed to Roux and said “you owe me one hundred berries”. Shanks simply moved with ease through the room.
Oh, you were going to find out what were the terms of this bet later.
You looked over to where he sat at your side, at his usual place at the head of the table, and the look you were met with made your heart melt. You were sure by now your face was redder than his hair, but, to paraphrase your Captain, who the hell cares?
Amidst the common chaos, he mouthed in silence three little words to you, reaching out to hold your hand. Eight letters, so simple, yet it was everything. Your heart stopped for a second and, time again, the entire world faded. There were only you two. In all the years you’d known him, there were only ever you two. You held him back, smiling and blushing upon his gaze.
Then, you mouthed the words right back.
I've always found amusing and quite hot the idea of you having a secret relationship with your pirate blorbo (as secret as two lovers can be when banging inside the confines of a ship), and then, for whatever reason, one of you decides to "break" that secrecy bfore your crewmates.
Imagine you in the morning, all sore after an enthusiastic night and strategically adjusting your collar to hide the biting marks while you casually chat with your crewmates, mug in hand while everyone has breakfast. Then, your lover walks in, and instead of his usual waving to everybody and taking a seat nearby, he just walks straight to you, lowers the edge of your shirt to expose the marks on your shoulder, and kisses you sweetly on one of them.
"Good mornin' sweetheart" he nuzzles into your neck.
Your face goes red.
Your crewmates eyes go wide.
Someone accidentally dumps a spoonful of sugar on the table, while another makes their coffee overflow all over the counter. The head of someone bangs on an open cabinet door and all you can smell is burnt eggs sticking to a pan.
"Good morning, lads" he greets the rest of them, cool as ever.
(Beckman, Shanks, Hongo, Thatch, Rayleigh, Marco, Killer)
Of course, depending on the blorbo, it could be HIM innocently having breakfast, and you unexpectedly kissing him and making his cheeks go up in flames (beautiful).
(Law, x Drake, Zoro, Ace, Ussop, Heat, Kid)
(short reacts) vol. 2 | "he overhears you talking about him" + one piece men
summary: you’re in another room, talking to someone else. you don’t know they’re around the corner. you say something honest. soft.
characters: zoro, sanji, beckman, kidd, kuzan, smoker, doflamingo, lucci
volume 1 here: (crocodile, mihawk, marco, ace, shanks, law, corazon)
ZORO
You’re in the kitchen with Nami. Soft conversation. Warm lighting. Laughing a little over booze.
“I mean, I don’t think he even realizes how much I watch him,” you say, smiling. “He’s always so focused. So serious.”
Nami raises a brow. “Wow, you’ve got it bad.”
You nod. “I know.” Then softer—like it slipped out: “I love him.”
Around the corner—Zoro stops walking.
Completely.
Stares ahead like someone just threw a sword through his chest.
He backs up. Quiet. Leans against the wall.
Breathes. Once. Twice.
“…Shit.”
When you leave the kitchen later, he’s waiting outside. Doesn’t say anything. Just pulls you to him, forehead resting on yours.
“Say it again,” he whispers. You blink. “What?”
“I need to hear it. Straight from you.”
You soften into a smile. “I love you.”
He mutters something under his breath that sounds like finally— then kisses you like he plans to hear it every day for the rest of his goddamn life.
SANJI
You’re helping Robin prep some herbs for dinner. Quiet. Peaceful.
“He’s such a flirt,” you say. “But he doesn’t realize how sincere he really is. He’s gentle. He listens. He remembers.”
Robin hums knowingly. “Sounds like you’re awfully smitten.”
You laugh, bashful. Then: “I love him, Robin.”
Outside, just beyond the doorway—Sanji nearly drops the wine bottle he was carrying.
His heart is pounding like cannon fire.
He peeks in. Sees you smiling. Glowing. Talking about him.
He exhales slowly. Hand on his chest.
“Mon dieu…”
Later that night, when everyone’s winding down, he pulls you aside. Hands shaking just a little.
“Did you mean it?” he asks. “What you said... to Robin.”
You blink, cheeks already flushing. “Y-You heard that?”
He grabs your hand. Brings it to his lips.
“I felt it,” he murmurs. “And I’ve never wanted to hear something so badly in my life.”
When you say it again, against his lips, he doesn’t kiss you. He hugs you first. So tightly you start squirming. Then kisses you like you’re an oath he’s taken for life.
SMOKER
You’re talking to Tashigi. Voice soft. Steady.
“He’s not easy to be around,” you admit, a little smile on your lips. “But I’ve never felt safer. Or more seen. I don’t think he realizes how much that means to me.”
She smiles behind her glasses. “You care for him very deeply.”
You nod. “I do. I love him.”
Out in the hall, Smoker freezes.
He’d been walking past—cigars in mouth, usual scowl in place— But now?
Everything stops.
He leans against the wall. Quiet. Processing.
You love him.
Him.
The man made of smoke and walls and muttered complaints.
Later, he walks into your room without knocking.
You look up, startled. “Smoker?”
He walks over. Pulls you into his chest. Doesn’t let go.
“Just… say it to my face next time, would you?”
You blink. “What?”
He exhales. “The thing. That you told Tashigi earlier.”
You freeze. Then soften into a smile. “What? That I love you?”
He groans softly—like it hurts. Then leans in, presses his forehead to yours.
“Yeah,” he whispers. “That.”
A few silent moments settle around you both. You smile as his thumb traces your cheek, his eyes locked on your lips.
“You mean it?” he mutters.
You smile, rising on your tiptoes as you press your lips to his. “You know I do.”
KUZAN
You’re sitting beside Borsalino. Talking quietly.
“He’s so complicated,” you say, swirling tea in your cup. “Acts so nonchalant, but he’s kind in ways no one sees. Soft when he doesn’t mean to be. And I love him for all of it.”
Kizaru just hums with a quiet smile, nodding like he already knew.
Around the corner—Kuzan stops breathing.
He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop. Just… caught the tail end.
But that line. That line.
It lands like a knife made of flames right in his cold chest.
He backs away slowly. Hands in his pockets. Trying to play it cool.
Fails completely.
That night, he knocks softly on your door.
You open it, surprised. “Hey.”
He stands there, quiet. Watching you. Like he’s trying to memorize you again.
Then—softly: “You love me?”
You blink, startled. A bit scared. “...Y-You heard that?”
“Didn’t mean to.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Just… couldn’t pretend I didn’t.”
You look down. Step closer. “Yeah. I do.”
He exhales. Deep. Shaky. Then pulls you in, arms wrapping around you like you’re the only safe place left on earth.
“…Good,” he says against your hair. “Makes us both idiots.”
KIDD
You’re sitting at the workbench with Killer. Talking low.
“He’s such an ass sometimes,” you mutter. “But he remembers the smallest things. He fixes stuff without asking. And when he’s soft—god he’s so stupidly soft.”
Killer doesn’t say a word, but he ruffles your hair.
You laugh. A little embarrassed. Then—quiet. Almost shy: “Killer, I love that idiot.”
Outside, around the corner, Kidd has completely stopped functioning.
He was mid-lecture at Heat—paused. Mid-word. Mid-rage.
“…Did you hear that?” he says, like someone just punched him in the chest.
Heat opens his mouth. Closes it. Quietly walks away.
Kidd leans against the wall. Breathes like he’s holding back an explosion.
Later, he finds you. Doesn’t say much. Just steps in close.
“You told Killer something earlier.”
You freeze. Flush. “D-Did I?! Haha, I don't remem—”
“—Don’t even try.”
He stands in your way. Eyes narrowed. Voice low.
“Instead, why don’t you say it to me this time.”
You fold under his intense glare. “I... I love you, okay?”
He grabs your face. Pulls you in.
“You better.”
And then kisses the lights out of you.
BECKMAN
You’re with Yasopp and Lucky Roo. Laughing over drinks.
“He’s so calm, it makes you forget how dangerous he is,” you say. “But that’s what I love about him. I feel safe. Like I can breathe around him.”
They raise their eyebrows. Yasopp pulls a teasing smile.
“Ohooo, that’s a big word. We hear that right?”
You nod. “Yeah. I love him, you guys.”
Down the hall—Beckman stops.
He was walking in. Coffee in hand. Chill as ever. Now? His fingers curl around the mug.
You love him.
He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t walk in. Just stands there for a minute. Soaking it in. Processing.
Then walks away. And comes back later—heart pounding.
Finds you alone.
“Hey,” he says casually. “Got a second?”
You nod. He steps close. Not too close.
“You said something earlier. To the guys.”
You blink. “Oh. You heard that?”
He nods. “Do me a big favor and say it again. Right now.”
You smile. “...I love you, Beck.”
He exhales. Soft. Grabs the back of your neck and kisses your forehead like it’s sacred.
“…Then I think it’s about time I start acting like I’m worthy of that.”
DOFLAMINGO
You’re sitting on a couch, talking quietly to Vergo. Voice low.
“He’s... lost in his own world sometimes,” you say with a fond smile. “But I think I see more than he wants people to. There’s softness under the madness. And I love him for both parts.”
Vergo smiles. Like he sees it too. “You told him yet?”
You shake your head. “He’d laugh. Or twist it into a cruel joke.” Then softer— “But I do. I love him. Both parts.”
“Heaven and demon.”
Around the corner, Doflamingo has gone absolutely still.
He was headed in to gloat about something stupid. Now? He’s frozen. Stuck in place.
You love him, huh? Both parts?
Not just the mask, not just the monster. Him, the two parts that make up the whole.
Later, he walks in casually. Like nothing happened.
But his glasses are off.
“You love me, sweetheart?” he says flatly. Like he's trying to push something down, while opening it apart at the seams.
You nearly drop the glass in your hand. “Wait—what—”
He’s in front of you in two strides. Looks right through you.
“Say it. I want to hear you say it when you know I’m listening.”
You stare back, defiant. “I love you, Doffy.”
He exhales. Shaky. Covers his eyes. Like he hates what it does to him.
What you do to him.
“Stupider than I pegged you for...” he mutters.
Then lowers his hand. Grabs his glasses. Grins.
Small. Real. A little shaky.
“…Fine. I’m yours, then. You better be ready for that.”
LUCCI
You’re in the corner of a quiet hallway, talking to Kaku.
“I don’t think he even knows how much I care,” you whisper. “He’s so guarded. But I see it—the little things. The way he notices. The way he protects without ever admitting it.”
Kaku nods. “You sound in deep.”
You smile. “I am. I love him.”
Down the hall, Lucci stops moving.
Doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe. Just… listens.
You love him.
And you said it like it wasn’t terrifying. Like it wasn’t impossible.
Like it was true, of all things.
He doesn’t interrupt. Doesn’t confront you. Just turns. Walks away. Quiet.
Later, he shows up at your door. Doesn’t knock. Just opens it.
You blink. “Lucci?”
He walks over. Stares down at you.
“You were speaking with Kaku earlier.”
You hesitate. “…I was.”
He nods. Slow. Serious.
“You said you love me.”
You pause. Then nod. “I meant it.”
He touches your face. Lightly. Almost unsure.
Then pulls you in. Forehead to forehead.
“Don’t love me,” he mutters.
“Then don’t touch me,” you counter.
Yet his hands don’t leave yours.
And your lips only find his.
Who Falls For The Crybaby Act
more quick headcanons ♡ you can really turn on the waterworks when you want something, but does it always work ?
notes: sfw ♡ fluff ♡ lots of characters ♡ platonic and/or romantic
Whitebeard: sees right through you and laughs fondly, then gives in to whatever you want (he loves spoiling you)
Marco: is never fooled, and will only relent if he's tired or overwhelmed by his work (you give up quickly, he's no fun compared to the others)
Ace: falls for it so easily, he hates to see you upset and is clueless when it comes to manipulation (you sometimes feel a little bad for tricking him)
Jozu: is confused because he knows you're not genuinely upset, but gives in because he doesn't like to see you cry
Thatch: falls for it every time and always gives you the most dramatic reactions, he's the most fun to mess with and he never makes you feel bad for tricking him
Vista: knows you're playing with him (most of the time, you can fool him if you try hard enough) and will sometimes tease you a little before giving in, too happy to see your sad pout morph into a pretty smile
Blamenco: laughs at your antics and will placate you with some strange trinket or little gift he keeps in his many magical pockets (you can't trick him, but you'll still get a little something from him)
Rakuyo: 50/50, he's either completely fooled or calls you out on your lies with a loud cackle
Namur: does not understand your strange displays of fake emotions and will call someone else for reinforcement (if he gets Marco you're getting scolded, if he gets Thatch or Ace you're getting your way)
Blenheim: it depends what you're crying for, he tries to be reasonable and not spoil you as badly as the others, but he can't really resist your teary eyes and pouty lips
Curiel: so easy it's almost too easy, he caves in immediately and is one of the reasons Blenheim tries to be more stern
Kingdew: he doesn't understand what there is to cry about, and your little show doesn't work very well on him so you give up after a few disappointing attempts
Haruta: becomes very uncomfortable when you start crying, and it became more fun to try to make him cringe rather than try to get your way
Atmos: chuckles at your little show because his younger brothers tried that on him many times before, and you're no better than them (he thinks you're very cute so he will still spoil you, don't worry, he'll just make you work extra hard for it)
Jiru: frazzled and worried he'll get in trouble for making you cry, so he tries to remedy the tears immediately, which makes him both an easy and fun target
Fossa: is never fooled but always gives in with a heavy sigh, then gently reprimands you for trying to trick him like that (which Blenheim always tells him is pointless, since Fossa keeps rewarding your behavior)
Izou: unsurprisingly, he is never fooled, no matter how genuine you try to appear, and unlike Fossa he doesn't reward your attempts and will wait until you calm down to respond to your request
Roger: falls for it soooo easily, despite Rayleigh's assurances that you're tricking him, but will try to comfort you instead of giving you what you want
Rayleigh: chastises you and refuses to give in, so you don't often try that trick on him unless Roger is nearby
Gabban: laughs at you and then gives you tips to put on a better show and be more convincing (and will probably give you whatever it is you came crying for, he doesn't care either way)
Shanks: is (almost) never fooled by you, but can't resist spoiling you despite Beckman's admonishments (sometimes you really do fool him, and his crew will laugh at him for a while)
Beckman: responds with tired silence and tries to patiently lecture you, but his efforts are thwarted by his captain (and in the end he loves the smile you give him when you get your way)
Buggy: panics and gives you random things before finally listening to you and giving you what you wanted (you'll leave with an extra carnival plushie, balloons, candy, coins, whatever was in his pockets, and what you initially wanted)
Mihawk: your attempt to fool him is endearing, and he might let you work for a bit before either caving in or denying your demands (it's always worth a shot, you never know what mood he'll be in)
Crocodile: hates it when you cry and will throw expensive things at you to get you to stop, he doesn't really care if you're genuine or not, he just wants you to stop
please like / reblog / comment if you enjoy ♡
kat’s one piece fic recs
i read so much of this stuff it seems only right i share my favorites!! this is just a sampling of some of the amazing works these writers have created so be sure to check out their other stuff as well!!
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happy reading! (Updated August 10, 2026)
Disclaimer: these are my *personal* recs. i am more into fluff and hurt/comfort so they feature heavily on this list. also, there are so many fics out there that could be added to this list but i tried to keep it as succinct as possible, so please check out some of the ones i've reblogged if you are still craving more or head over to the one piece x reader tag!
Single Character RecList
Eustass Kid
Let Me Love You by @dawnsarchive
Not-So-Secret-Relationships by @/dawnsarchive
Finally Home by @/dawnsarchive
You'll Have Me? by @tralawre
Killler
Flower Crowns by @/dawnsarchive
Blades of Protection by @dragonstarlightreblogs
Marco
Where Flowers Bloom Again by @aceidentallyinlove
Blue by @/dawnsarchive
To Catch A Phoenix by @/dawnsarchive
Love Me, Save Me by @lostartnerd
Dracule Mihawk
Not-So-Secret by @/dawnsarchive
Red by @/dawnsarchive
A Vintage Bouquet by @gav-san
Hanahaki: The Hawk and the Fledgling and Part 2 by @fanaticsnail
Sapsorrow by @/fanaticsnail
At Your Service by @moonlitmarginsink
Mihawk doesn't like when his acquaintances ask about his wife by @undiscovered-horizon
Trafalgar Law
Not-So-Secret Relationships by @/dawnsarchive
Overboard by @inseobts
The Weight of Losing You by @/dragonstarlightreblogs
Breaking down the walls and Part 2 by @aveocadeo
Let Me Love You by @alwayssassydreamer
Frequent Doctor Avoider by @itsfumblebee
Gentle by @dfortrafalgar
Law Taking Care of You When You’re Sick by @shotosjupiter
First Snow by @strawberrychansora
Sleeping Beauty by @lehguru
Asking If He Thinks You're Pretty by @himezoro
A Fish Out of Water by @mydearlybeloathed
Family by @choptropica
Trouble and Part 2 by @/choptropica
Unforgivable Offense by @antiquarianfics
Tell Me Again, Tomorrow by @gothicwatercreature
A Doodle in the Cold by @sh4nksslvt
His Tattoos by @/tralawre
The Surgeon of Small Gestures by @thepensivekunoichi
My Favorite View by @/thepensivekunoichi
The Island by @acrimson-embrace
Sabo
The Love He Left by @/inseobts
Roronoa Zoro
Petals in Silence by @/inseobts
Stronger Than You Look by @/alwayssassydreamer
He Asks to See Your Sketchbook by @grandline-fics
I Like Me Better by @/shotosjupiter
Wrapped Around You by @sunandflame
For You by @clare-875
Distraction or Devotion by @/clare-875
Doubt by @/clare-875
Becoming More; Being More by @breathinginyoursmoke
Push Up Motivation by @savvypirate
Imagine by @sanjisprincesswifey
The Heart of Swordsmen by @daisydovley
When I Wake Up by @/daisydovley
When Miss Goldenweek paints you afraid by @/undiscovered-horizon
When Miss Goldenweek paints you angry and vicious by @/undiscovered-horizon
Black Leg Sanji
Love with a pinch of sea salt by @/aveocadeo
Born Under a Lucky Star by @/breathinginyoursmoke
The Gardener and the Cook by @/strawberrychansora
Love of My Life by @/sanjisprincesswifey
Before Gods and Kings by @/daisydovley
Could Never Be A Bother by @maritimewaves
The Tears and Part 2 by @chocolateshortcakesblog
When Miss Goldenweek paints you afraid by @/undiscovered-horizon
When Miss Goldenweek paints you angry and vicious by @/undiscovered-horizon
The Luckiest Man Alive and One More Day With You by @/thepensivekunoichi
Germa Comes Aboard by @/acrimson-embrace
Jealousy, Jealousy by @froggiewrites
Portgas D Ace
"I'm Taken" by @/itsfumblebee
Sparks Between the Stacks by @/aceidentallyinlove
Red Hair Shanks
Soul Shanked by @/gav-san
Wake by @/acrimson-embrace
A Captain's Chair by @/acrimson-embrace
Usopp
The Spiral by @hummingbird24220
Shachi
Hot Water by @sheerxfiction
Penguin
Penguin's Rock Collection by @/fanaticsnail
Donquixote “Corazon” Rosinante
The Quietest Hour by @/strawberrychansora
Benn Beckman
If Note Fate, Then This by @/moonlitmarginsink
See more recs here!
Dividers from @cursed-carmine
Captains and their big bob firstmates
Legit forgot shanks only have one hand when I was sketching this,, I was gonna make him hold both in his hands
Wtv his loss ig LMAO