❝ ᝰ.ᐟ note: this is a request from a reader followed into a part 2! I'm in the worst writers block since the dawn of time & this really helped me to get my brain flowing again; thank you dear reader (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ❞
Vinsmoke Sanji
It was in the evening — he was prepping the ingredients for tomorrow’s breakfast when you trudged inside. He didn’t glance or look, just from the foot steps alone; he knew his pretty girl had come in.
“I’ll be right there beautiful, just need to prep these—”
You take him in a hug from behind. Face pressing into his spine.
His chopping, halts.
Blinking, eyes going wide.
“Er—”
You nudge your face into his back and he flinches, his back arching when you press yourself even deeper.
A shiver running down his shoulders—a pleasant one.
“H-hey, what’s with the sudden attention—?”
“Shhh.” You mumble into his shirt, he smells good. Like cologne, like those fancy cigarettes he so likes and cooking wine. A bit sweet, almost. You want more of it, more of him.
“Just enjoy this moment whilst you still can, Sanji.”
He drops his chopping knife. Prepping forgotten.
He turns, however rigid, and faces you.
You don’t let go of him no, you immediately press your face back into him, into his chest.
Arms wrought around his waist.
Sanji leans back against the counter, one hand going to the small of your back, and the other to take a quick smoke before plucking out his cigar. Jaw going up so not to blow smoke in your face.
Damn. Sorry Luffy but he has to admit it. He could die right here, right now, and be the happiest man alive.
He looks down to you “Why are you spoiling me today? Did you like the parfait that much? I’ll make some more if you want, if it means I'll get more of this.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” you nuzzle into his chest, smiling. “I just missed you. That’s all. Promise.”
And he chuckles at that.
Locking you in an embrace, hands on the small of your back. Trying to breathe as slow as possible as he leans his cheek against your hair.
“Don’t hesitate missing me more often.”
Smoker
(note: opla smoker... i'm not over him, not anytime soon)
Reports regarding the recent incidents at the harbour has been delivered — and that’s what he was over seeing, back leaned against his chair, legs tossed up his office table and on his third cigar of the hour.
And when you peeked inside, you’ll earn yourself a look over his report papers. And earning even an accusing brow when he sees the little mischievous smile on your face.
“Whatever gotten you giddy — better not force me to scold you.” he says as you tiptoe forward, hands behind your back as you come close. And when he returns his glance to his reports once again—that’s when you entrap him in an embrace.
Your nose nestling to his neck. Breath hot on his throat.
He freezes. Blinks twice. Before digging his molars into his cigar and giving you a hard glance.
“Hey, doll, is everything as it should—”
You withdraw. Cupping his stupidly handsome face, before leaning in, kissing him on the cheek. His nose. His temple. His chin and jaw and everywhere else. Lipstick marks all over his face. He’s bashed pink.
“You’re so handsome, I want to eat you.”
“… right—” and before he can continue, you manoeuvre into his lap and bury your face into his neck.
A proud, pleasant, victorious smile appears on your face when you hear him drop the reports, drill down his cigar and widen his knees to make space for your seat.
You resist calling him a good boy.
His larger palm goes to the small of your back, just resting there before taking hold of your jaw, grip firm as he makes you look at him.
“What’s with all the attention today? Are you well?” he says, rubbing your lower lip with his thumb — all business and broody and you snort. Not taking him seriously with all those lipstick marks across his face. “Just shut up and enjoy this moment before it passes.” That’s all you say before you bury into his chest again.
And he leans back, heart beating a little too fast. A little too hard.
And you know what?
Sure.
He’ll take it.
Whatever his pretty girl says.
Dracule Mihawk
He was cooking, chopping up vegetables with such precision and focus you almost think he’s going on a limb, and not a carrot. That’s when you trudge inside the kitchen, and he hears you. Not withdrawing his gaze from the cutting board, not once.
“Dinner won’t be ready before eight, and no, you won’t get a test bite this time.” He says, his knife not stopping — not until he feels your hand on his shoulder blade.
At that; he halts. Not blinking.
You slide your hands up his back, feeling how his toned muscles underneath his ivory shirt flexes beneath your fingers. His heart stutters, just a little before turning to face you.
You have mischief spelled in your eyes, a smile all too playful and giggling.
He tilts his jaw and gives you a brow. “Is everything well?” He says as you catch his hands in yours. Interlacing your fingers.
You come closer, and he presses himself against the counter at your sudden boldness.
“Dear?” You say, leaning in, cheeks all flushed and a corner of his lip jerks. Frowning.
You’re beautiful. And it’s having its effect on him.
His hands reaches out to your face, removing a lock of hair so to see you clearly. “Hm?”
You bring his hands close to your collarbones, still holding them, as you tiptoe, “Kiss me.” You say before closing your eyes and pout your lips.
Dracule Mihawk doesn’t get flustered or bashful, no. Absolutely not. But he does part his lips, eye twitch (just a little) as you keep tiptoeing up. His head short-circuits and when he’s silent for just a second too long, do you open your eyes, scowling and withdrawing.
“Whatever. You lost your moment, buddy.” You wave him off, turning on your heel but just before you get the chance to even take one step further—does he grab you from behind.
Hand on your shoulder and an arm slung across your collarbones.
He pulls you into his chest, feel his warmth radiate into your spine, and he takes a hold on your jaw. Forcing you to meet his lips.
He kisses you, and it’s not tender—but bruising. And when he parts, you’re the one who’s all flustered. A satisfied smirk makes it to his cold mouth, rubbing your lower lip with his thumb.
“Clingy today, aren’t you? What’s with the change of heart.”
You turn to face him, hands going to his shoulder blades as you bring him into an embrace. And he let’s you. Holding you back.
You press your face into his chest.
“Missed you, that’s why.” You nustle against him, “I missed you so much.”
He blinks. Sharp eyes narrowing — and somehow softening. “I see.”
And he brings you closer by the small of your back, placing his chin on top of your hair.
He won’t admit it, but he wouldn’t mind if you missed him a little more often.
Portgas D. Ace
Ace was polishing the beads to his necklace, sitting at the edge of his bed when you stepped inside. He spots you, and an immediate grin comes into face as he puts his necklace back on and flexing it at you. “Babe, look, they’re glistening aren’t they—?”
Your steps are hard, fast—plunging as you throw him into an embrace.
He catches you, leaning back against the bed. Completely motionless and tense as he feels you rubbing your face in his neck. Hands tugging onto his back. And then he twitches when he feels you kissing him there. Pecking him. Nibbling him and he flinches.
“Er, babe, I—uh—” What the hell is going on?
You look up to him, your face sly and he goes pink.
You’re so pretty. Too pretty.
His heart is bulging out of his chest as he grabs hold of your shoulders.
“Did something happen? You’re being quite attentive today.”
You tilt your head, deciding to play with him a bit.
Your hands travel from his back, down to his shoulders and tugging onto his collar. Pulling him forward. Just a little.
“My boyfriend is so handsome.” You say, one palm going to where his heart sits. Its beating, hard and fast. You resist not smirking when glancing back to him, “How could I not miss his touch, hm? Tell me that, Ace.” You tug his collar again, grinning and Ace is malfunctioning.
What the… wow. Okay. You know what. He’s not complaining.
But god, he doesn’t know what to say to your sudden boldness.
He just stares like an idiot.
“Er.”
You scowl, “Here I am, giving you my undivided attention and all you say to me is… ‘er’!?”
“No what—I mean, I should, I—?”
You press your face back into his chest. He’s so warm. He smells so good. You want more of him, so you tug him closer, shushing him. “Shut up and enjoy this moment whilst you still can.” You hum, nestling close to his chest.
And you feel him embracing you back. Pressing his cheek against your hair line.
“Yes. Of course. Anything my pretty girl says.”
And he means it, even when his face is completely red, and his heart thumping out his ribs.
Anything you want—he’ll take it.
And when his most lonesome hours comes yet again, he’ll think of you and this moment again and again.
Red-hair Shanks
Shanks wakes up alone on deck with the worst hang over of his life. Slouched over a table. Damn. How much did he drink last night? He can’t remember jack-shit, anyways — he reaches for the nearest mug, still half-full, and zero knowledge if it belongs to him or not, but he chugs down the drink anyways.
“Phew,” He swipes his chin, that’s better.
He hears the footsteps of a certain beauty inching close and he looks up.
Blanket over your shoulders. He puts on that charismatic, toothy smile of his.
“Hello gorgeous, mind giving me some attention this lovely morning—” And before he gets to finish, you lean in, placing the blanket over his shoulders. Cheek pressed into his red, red hair.
Either he’s dreaming or really freaking drunk right now — but are you… are you actually giving in and offering affection? You?
Wow. He loves this dream.
He slings his arm over your shoulder, hesitating before actually pulling you in.
“Shanks.” You say, voice soft and he tenses. “You need a bath.”
You say that and yet you take in the scent of his hair, press your cheek harder against his head.
“Mmnh… I probably should; wanna join me?” He clutches you closer, and you manoeuvre into his lap. Nestling into his throat. Nudging your nose over the crook of his neck, he’s so warm. And with the morning breeze, it feels so pleasantly good, you can’t get enough of it, enough of him.
You feel him sink into your embrace, the blanket bristling heat between you two and you pull away only so you can grab his face and kiss his cheek. One on the left, then on his right, before making it to his brows.
You lean back, and the man is staring you down, taking in your features as the faintest tint of a blush is made on his ears. Heart beating a little bit too hard.
His hand travels down your spine to the small of your back. His fingers lazy, hand loose, before pulling you closer, spreading his knees so you can have more space.
“Spoiling me today aren’t you? What’s the special occasion and can we make it more often?”
You snort. “Savour it. It’s just for this moment, and this moment only.”
You lean back in, pulling him deeper into your embrace and he softens. Scoffing a little. As he sinks into your warmth.
If this a dream — he really doesn’t want to wake up.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. type shit i be doing instead of studying as god intented me to do in this period before uni comes and quick my butt. i didn't add more because i got tired (😭). @raven725 (my wifey) wanted to be tagged, and she gets whatever she wants.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ characters. dracule mihawk, sir crocodile, shanks, buggy, smoker donquixote doflamingo, donquixote rosinante, trafalgar d. law, killer & eustass kid.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ summary. headcanons for petnames each of them would give you, plus a short scenario..
petnames for you pt. i
—His choice of pet names is: "my treasure", "my quiet". He'll use them in regards of your temperament during the day, whether you get on his nerves or are behaving moderately.
Mihawk walked behind you, as silent as a shadow. His hand came to rest on your shoulder, stealing your attention away from the book you were reading in his dimly lit mansion. Your eyes made contact soon after.
❝My treasure… Will you train with me, or keep pretending you don’t feel my eyes on you?❞ He didn't smile, but his gaze softened visibly.
—His choice of pet names is: "darling", "(my) gem". Does everything he says drip with both luxury and danger? Yes, we wouldn't have it in any other way.
To no one's surprise, Sir Crocodile was smoking in his office. The expensive cigar was soon taken away from his lips, you had taken hold of it. He caught your wrist with his hand gently, not letting you get any further away.
❝Careful, gem… If you take something from me, you’ll have to offer something better.” His smirk was pure, addictive poison, just like his tobacco.
—His choice of pet names is: "sweetheart", "love". He's the definition of warmth and simplicity in one. His words are as sincere as how he presents himself to you.
The crew was partying wildly. The last mission had gone wonderfully well, having retrieved what you were looking for. Shanks had his arm thrown around you, hearty laughter escaped past his lips as you two moved around, a little messily, until he leaned down to whisper something in your ear.
❝Sweetheart, if you keep dancing like that, I’ll have to kick everyone out so I can keep you to myself.❞ He might be joking… Or not. That was for you to judge.
—His choice of pet names is: "(my) star", "pretty thing". It was evident he'd dramatize his affection as if it were a performance on its own. Don't mind it, though.
Once more, Buggy had failed a new trick he was trying to master. A spectacular failure, for sure. But you clapped anyway, motivating his poor attempts further.
❝I knew my star would support me! It’s for you that I shine!❞ He puffed up with clear pride… Then immediately tripped over. You were quick to help him get back up, trying not to laugh.
—His choice of pet names is: "hey, you", "love". The first one was how he called for your attention early on; he's silly like that. Nevertheless, you did make him soften up later on, even though he pretends he's not absolutely head over heels.
You were invading his space, as he liked to call it, sitting on his desk doing nothing specific. Smoker came in soon after, not hesitating in removing his coat and draping it over your shoulders. His excuse?
❝It’s cold, love… Don’t look at me like that. I won’t say it twice.❞ He absolutely did say it again. As long as it may make you smile at him.
—His choice of pet names is: "sweetness", "(my) treasure". If he addresses you with a pet name, be sure it'll always be laced with a possessive undertone, one impossible to ignore.
You two were inside his office, spending some quality time together away from prying eyes. You were sitting on his lap while Doflamingo read reports. One of his hands was comfortably settled on your curves, tracing your waist lazily.
❝Sweetness… Don't squirm. You're distracting me. Unless…❞ He lowered his glasses enough for you to catch a glimpse of his eyes. ❝… That's exactly what you want.❞
—His choice of pet names is: "(my) angel", "little one". His affection is full of heart… Jokes aside, this man is so soft and clumsy at the same time that it's difficult not to swoon for him.
Donquixote Rosinante, aka Corazon, was attempting to light a cigarette, the usual. But he soon set his coat on fire… Again. You rushed to his side, trying to help him put out the fire.
❝Angel, I swear this time wasn’t my fault…❞ He whispered with that lovingly silly smile of his, his arms awkwardly wrapping around you as he laughed at his own clumsiness.
—His choice of pet names is: "Y/n-ya", "adorable idiot". The last one is specifically used for when you make him worry too much, which could be any other day, to be honest.
You walked past his office, finding the lights still on despite the late hours. You couldn't have that happening, not for two nights in a row. You stepped inside, demanding that he rest properly for once. Surprisingly, Trafalgar sighed, set down his scalpel, and met your eyes head-on.
❝Y/n-ya… If you keep looking at me like that, I'll have to actually listen.❞ Cheesy, but it worked. He went to sleep right away, with you by his side, of course.
—His choice of pet names is: "(my) angel", "partner". I must admit, it's beautiful to see him feel at ease with someone enough to let his walls down. He sees you as an angel sent from above, always there for him.
It was late already, late enough for you two to be cooking dinner together. As expected, it was spaghetti. Killer attempted to taste the sauce through his mask and failed miserably. You couldn't contain it and laughed at the look his mask was left in.
❝Fafafa… Don’t laugh, angel.❞ You laughed harder. He joined you, unrestrained.
—His choice of pet names is: "spark", "my favourite disaster". Challenge him, please. That's the way to get into this man's heart. Make him trip over his thoughts, and that smirk of his will never leave his red lips.
Kid was in the middle of readjusting the metal on his arm, giving it some due maintenance after the latest fight. That was when you came in, not missing a beat and teasing him. Soon enough, he was grinning dangerously.
❝Come here, spark. If you’re gonna provoke me, stay close enough to see what happens.❞ He pulled you in with a magnetic gesture, literally. You had it all planned, didn't you?
other pirates / antagonists - m!one piece x chubby fem!reader
He pulls you back onto him when you try to crawl away from overstimulation
featuring. shanks, dracule mihawk, donquixote doflamingo, charlotte katakuri, crocodile, caesar clown, buggy, smoker
cw/tags (19+ Only | Minors DNI). explicit smut, pwp, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, inappropriate use of devil fruits, cnc, dirty talk
Shanks
Shanks had you on your back, legs wrapped around his waist as he moved inside you with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips.
His cock dragged along your walls at an almost torturous pace, stretching you open so perfectly with every deep, lazy thrust. He savored the way your soft curves trembled beneath him, how your plush thighs squeezed around him, and the little gasps you made each time he ground against that sweet spot of yours.
"Easy now, sweetheart," he murmured against your neck, voice low and warm with that signature grin. "No need to rush... I could stay buried in you like this all night."
His hand roamed appreciatively over the soft swell of your stomach, squeezing gently, then moved up to cup one of your tits as he kept up his unhurried rhythm. The pleasure built gradually, wave after wave, until it became too much and your nerves felt raw, oversensitive from how long he'd been edging you like this.
"Shanks--nngh, please--it's too much," you whimpered, pushing weakly at his chest.
You twisted beneath him and started crawling away on shaky arms, trying to escape the overwhelming intensity.
A playful, husky chuckle escaped him.
Before you could get far, his arm wrapped around your waist and yanked you right back toward him and he pinned you down into the bed in one smooth motion and pulled your hips up high.
"Oh no you don't," Shanks laughed, voice thick with teasing affection. "You're not slipping away from me that easy."
He lined himself up and slammed his cock back inside you in one hard thrust, bottoming out deep. The sudden roughness made you cry out into the sheets.
His pace shifted instantly, no longer slow and lazy. He started pounding into you with powerful, relentless snaps of his hips, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room. Your soft curves bounced and jiggled with every brutal thrust, ass rippling as he drove into your soaked pussy.
"Fuuuck, you feel incredible," he groaned, gripping your hip tightly, fingers sinking into plush flesh. "All warm and tight... squeezing me so good even when you're trying to get away."
You sobbed from the overstimulation, legs shaking hard, but Shanks kept you anchored in place. His hand slid under you to grope your stomach lovingly while simultaneously yanking you back onto his cock with each forward thrust.
He leaned over your back, red hair tickling your skin as he nipped at your shoulder.
"C'mon, baby... don't fight it," he teased breathlessly, voice still carrying that warm, cheeky tone even as he railed you harder. "I know you can take it. My pretty girl always does ♥"
He angled his hips to hit your sweet spot over and over, fucking you with rough, confident strokes. Sweat slicked your bodies as he kept up the intense rhythm, clearly loving how overwhelmed and messy you were for him.
Every time you tried to squirm forward even a little, he just laughed softly and pulled you right back, burying himself deeper.
"That's it... let me hear those pretty sounds," he praised, voice husky. "You're not going anywhere until I've had my fill of this perfect body."
Dracule Mihawk
Mihawk had you pinned beneath him in a deep mating press, his movements slow and precise as he rolled his hips.
His cock slid in and out of your creaming pussy with controlled depth, dragging against every sensitive ridge inside you. He watched your face intently with those sharp golden eyes as one large hand rested possessively on the plush swell of your stomach, fingers occasionally pressing down hard until he could feel himself moving inside you.
"You are trembling already," he observed quietly, voice low and composed. "Yet your body continues to pull me deeper."
The slow, intense rhythm had gone on for so long that pleasure had turned into overwhelming overstimulation. Every stroke felt like too much, your walls fluttering and twitching around his cock as tears gathered in your eyes.
"Mihawk, L-love--I need a moment--" you gasped, voice breaking.
You pushed against his chest and twisted away, managing to slip from his grasp just enough to roll onto your stomach. On trembling legs, you started crawling toward the edge of the bed, desperate for relief.
You could hear a quiet exhale from behind you before his hand shot out with lightning speed, fingers wrapping firmly around your thick ankle. With one powerful tug, Mihawk yanked you back across the sheets until he had you where he wanted again.
"Escaping me?" His velvet voice murmured, laced with subtle amusement. "How foolish."
He flipped you onto all fours and mounted you instantly with no warming and slammed his cock back inside you in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The sudden roughness ripped a strangled moan out of you.
Mihawk began fucking you hard, hips snapping forward with raw power and precision. Each punishing thrust made your plush thighs and ass ripple violently, your tits jostling beneath you while being pressed into the mattress.
"You will not run," he growled low, one hand fisting your hair to arch your back while the other gripped your soft hip hard enough to leave marks. He pulled you back onto his cock with every forward drive, his balls tapping at your clit, stimulating you even further.
Your body shook uncontrollably from the overstimulation, but Mihawk showed no mercy. He railed you with deep, devastating strokes, angling perfectly to hit that sensitive spot inside you without fail.
"So soft and warm around me," he murmured, voice strained yet still controlled. "Yet so greedy. You can take more of this."
He leaned over your back, teeth sinking sharply into your shoulder as he pounded harder. Sweat glistened on your skin as he kept you locked in place, refusing to let even an inch of distance form between you.
Every time you tried to crawl forward even slightly, his grip tightened and he dragged you right back, impaling you deeper on his thick cock. His breathing grew heavier against your neck, but his rhythm remained relentless and dominant.
"Stay," he commanded quietly, voice rough with lust. "You will come again for me like this. I want to feel you fall apart while I take what is mine."
Mihawk's intense gaze burned into you as he continued, wringing every broken moan and shudder from you with masterful control.
Donquixote Doflamingo
Doflamingo lounged back against the headboard with a lazy grin while you straddled him, riding his cock with exhausted rolls of your hips.
Your thighs burned as you ground down on his cock, barely able to do more than slow, tired circles. Sweat glistened on your body as your tits bounced with each weak movement. He watched you with amusement, hands resting behind his head like he was enjoying a show.
"Fufufu... getting tired already?" he teased, voice low and mocking. "Keep moving, little dove. I want to feel you work for it."
The overstimulation had crept up slowly. Your pussy was swollen and hypersensitive, every grind sending sharp sparks through your exhausted body. You couldn't take any more.
"Doffy... I can't--" you whined with a hiccup.
You tried to lift yourself off him, but your shaky legs gave out, impaling yourself again by accident. Desperate, you slid sideways and started crawling away across the large bed as your body quivered with each movement.
"Oh? You think we’re done here?"
Thin strings shot out instantly, wrapping tightly around your wrists, ankles, and waist. With a sharp tug, Doflamingo dragged you right back across the sheets like a helpless puppet, flipping you onto your back in front of him.
"You're not finished yet~" he sang, grinning wide.
More strings lifted your legs high, spreading your thick thighs obscenely wide and folding your knees toward your chest. He used the strings like marionette wires to lift you off the bed and over him, before dropping and impaling you on his cock in one brutal motion.
You screamed as he filled you completely.
No more slow grinding, he was over that. He immediately started fucking you with vicious, upward thrusts, using the strings to slam your body down onto his cock in perfect time with his hips. Your whole body bounced with every savage impact.
"Fufufu! Look at you," he laughed breathlessly, eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure behind his glasses. "All spread open and helpless on my cock. This is how I like you best."
The strings kept your legs locked wide and high, completely controlling your movements as he railed you mercilessly. Every hard thrust punched deep, the wet slap of your bodies loud and filthy. He used another set of strings to pinch and tug at your nipples while one teased at your swollen clit.
"Struggle all you want," he growled, voice thick with lust. "These strings aren't letting you go anywhere until this cunt is ruined."
He brought you down harder with the strings, impaling you deeper with every snap of his hips. Your plush body jolted violently as he fucked you like a toy, his grin never fading.
"Cry louder for me," he demanded, laughing darkly. "I love how you tremble when you're overwhelmed. Such a perfect little plaything~♥"
Doflamingo kept you suspended and spread, strings digging into your soft flesh as he pounded upward without mercy. He was lost in the thrill of controlling every inch of your pleasure, dragging out your overstimulation until you were a broken, dripping mess.
Charlotte Katakuri
Katakuri had you in his lap, facing him as he guided your movements with his hands on your hips as his massive cock stretched you wide while he rolled his hips upward in shallow, measured thrusts.
Even in the heat of it, his expression remained mostly composed, though his eyes softened with rare affection as he watched your body move against him. Your tits were pressed warmly against his broad chest while your stomach squishing against his abs with every slow grind.
"You are doing so well," he praised, voice low and steady, almost soothing. "Taking me so deeply..." although he was barely half way inside of you.
But the long session had pushed you past your limit. Pleasure had turned into overwhelming overstimulation as your pussy fluttered and clenched uncontrollably around him. Your thighs shook violently against his sides.
"Katakuri--I’m so full--I can’t take much more of this…" you breathed through gritted teeth, looking at where the two of you remained connected.
You pushed against his chest and slid off him, stumbling across the large bed, desperate for a moment to recover.
His right arm transformed into flowing mochi and the sticky, flexible substance stretched across the distance and wrapped firmly around your waist and thighs. With a gentle, controlled pull, he dragged you back toward him, the mochi gently but inescapably binding your soft body.
"No, not when you need this as much as I do," he said calmly before he flipped you onto your back and loomed over you.
More mochi extended from his shoulders, wrapping around your wrists and pinning them above your head while another thick strand looped under your knees. He folded your thick thighs high and wide, spreading you completely open.
Then he pushed his cock back into your pussy with one powerful thrust, burying himself completely unlike before. The sudden pressure of your body adjusting to his full length ripped a loud cry from you.
His pace turned more rough and demanding as he used his strength to slam his hips forward as though trying to get himself even deeper than he already was.
The mochi held you perfectly in place, keeping your legs spread wide and your arms restrained. Despite the roughness, his touch remained protective, almost reverent as he watched your reactions closely.
"You are so soft and warm," he growled quietly, voice strained but still composed. "So perfect like this... overwhelmed and full of me."
With his size it was impossible not to brush your sweet spot with each movement, making tears spill down your cheeks as your body shook hard in his restraints, but Katakuri did not relent.
"You feel incredible when you squeeze around me like this," he praised, leaning down to press a surprisingly tender kiss to your forehead even as he pounded into you. "Let go. I will hold you through it."
His thrusts grew even harder, the bed creaking loudly beneath you both. He kept you completely trapped in his embrace, refusing to let you escape the pleasure he was determined to give you.
"I want to feel you come apart again... my beautiful, soft girl."
Katakuri's intense gaze never left your face for long as he drove into you relentlessly, using his mochi to keep you locked exactly where he wanted while he chased for your release.
Crocodile
Crocodile had you bent over the edge of the bed with your upper body pressed into the silk sheets as he took you from behind.
His cock stretched you open with each deep, controlled thrust, the weight of his body keeping you pinned. One large hand gripped your soft hip while his golden hook rested against the plush curve of your ass, cool metal teasing your heated skin.
"There we go... just like that," he drawled, voice low and smug. "You're going to take every inch until I decide otherwise."
The long, unhurried pace had pushed you into dangerous territory as every slow drag of his cock made your nerves scream as your legs shook beneath him.
"Fuck~♥” you swore, gripping the sheets below you. “I’m getting too sensitive, show a bit of mercy Croc--" you plead died with a moan as he hit your sweet spot dead on.
You clawed at the sheets and tried to crawl forward unsuccessful, unable to pull yourself off of his cock in your frantic attempt for relief.
"Mercy? From me?"
Sand suddenly burst from his left hand, swirling around your waist and thighs, stopping you in your attempt to get away.
"You're not going anywhere until I've had my fill," he growled smugly.
Before you could recover, his hook slid around the front of your neck and pulled you upright onto your knees, pressing your back flush against his chest. The curved metal rested firmly under your chin, keeping you arched and trapped.
"Pathetic thing," he laughed darkly into your ear. "Begging for mercy while this greedy cunt keeps sucking me in."
He immediately started pounding into you, hips snapping upward hard and deep. Your soft body jolted violently in this new position, tits bouncing wildly, plush stomach shaking with every brutal thrust.
His free hand reached around to roughly grope and squeeze your tits, pinching your nipples hard while his hook kept your neck secured against him. The new angle let him drive even deeper, hitting that sensitive spot even harder than before.
"Look at these tits bouncing for me," he growled smugly, voice thick with lust as he kneaded and slapped the soft flesh. "So perfect... made to be played with while I take you how I want."
You moan loudly from the overwhelming overstimulation, but Crocodile only fucked you harder. The sand around your thighs kept your legs spread wide as he railed you relentlessly from behind.
"You don't get to run from what you asked for this morning, remember?" he growled, voice rough with lust. "You said it yourself that this body is mine to use... and I'm nowhere near done with you."
Every powerful thrust made your body ripple. His hand continued mauling your tits, tugging your nipples and squeezing the plush flesh as he pounded upward without mercy. The hook under your neck kept you perfectly displayed and helpless.
"It's like you were made to be fucked like this."
He kept you locked in the kneeling position as his low, mocking laughter mixed with your broken cries as he dragged out your overstimulation, clearly savoring every tremble.
Caesar Clown
Caesar had you on all fours while he fucked you with steady, rhythmic thrusts at a brisk consistent pace, each one perfectly angled as he continued his 'experiment' that had already been going for well over 2 hours.
His dug his fingers into your hips while he observed every twitch and moan, constantly fine-tuning his movements like the dedicated scientist he was.
"Shurororo~ Yes! Look at those beautiful reactions!" he cackled. "Your pussy is clenching so perfectly around me.--Such excellent data!"
This relentless pace he kept up for more than sixty minutes had completely destroyed you. Your nerves were fried raw from the extended session as he exploited every sensitive spot.
"Caesar--ahh--it's too much, I can't handle it anymore--" you begged, voice shaking and desperate.
You lunged forward and tried to scramble away for any relief from the overwhelming intensity.
"Oh no you don't! You're not ruining my experiment!"
Thick pinkish aphrodisiac gas suddenly burst out from Caesar's body, flooding the air and filling your lungs. The gas hit your senses instantly, making your skin burn hotter and pussy throb with desperate, aching need as your mind grew foggy with forced arousal.
Even as you felt overstimulated, the gas made you crave him even more.
Before you could crawl another inch, Caesar's fingers wrapped around your waist and yanked you back hard. He dragged your body right back to him, flipping you onto your back with a wide grin.
"Shurororo! That's it--breathe it in deeper," he cackled, eyes gleaming with chaotic delight. "My special aphrodisiac will make you need my cock even more~"
He slammed his cock back into your pussy, forcing a loud, broken moan from your throat. His pace instantly became fast and punishing as he started fucking you erratically.
Your tits bounced with every thrust while the aphrodisiac gas continued pouring into the room, making every sensation feel electric and unbearable.
"You feel that? Your body is begging for me now!" Caesar groaned, voice whiny yet dominant as he pounded into you. "Look at you trembling and dripping... so insightful!"
He leaned over you, his hands pinning your wrists to the bed.
"Trying to crawl away from me? How rude!" he laughed breathlessly. "Now you're going to cum until you can't think straight. All thanks to my genius gas~"
The mix of his rough, frantic pounding and the overwhelming aphrodisiac left you sobbing and moaning uncontrollably as your body burned with desperate need.
Caesar kept you trapped beneath him, fucking you like a madman lost in his favorite experiment. Which he was, to be fair.
"This cunt is going to milk me dry while you lose your mind for me."
Buggy
Buggy had you on your stomach with his cock buried deep inside you as he fucked you with frantic, desperate thrusts.
His torso floated above you while his hips slammed against your ass, driving his cock into your creaming pussy. You were filled to the brim and dripping messily with both your releases, the obscene wet sounds loud with every thrust.
"This is the best pussy in the Grand Line, I swear!" he moaned loudly, voice cracking.
"I can't--Buggy Baby--I need a second--PleEEase" you gasped, voice breaking.
You started crawling forward, trying to escape his relentless cock.
A high-pitched, whimper tore out of Buggy the moment he felt your pussy pull away from him.
"Wait--no! D-Don't leave me like this!"
His floating upper body zipped forward and pushed down hard on your shoulders, forcing your plush body back onto his thrusting hips. At the same time, his detached hands floated around to your front, greedily grabbing your tits and roughly pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples.
"Mmmph--fuck, you feel so good~♥" he whimpered. His head floated beside yours, capturing your lips in a sloppy, messy kiss, tongue pushing deep as he drooled into your mouth.
You tried to crawl away again, pushing forward with a broken sob, which Buggy matched.
"Nooo--come back!"
His cock suddenly detached completely, staying buried deep inside your dripping pussy and continued to thrust on its own with frantic energy.
His full body, save for his cock and hands, quickly reassembled behind you as sat back on his knees, eyes wide and glassy as he watched you.
His detached cock, now free from his hips, started ramming into you even harder and deeper than before, with no body to restrict the motion, allowing it to piston wildly and reach impossibly deep with every stroke.
"Fuuuck--look at you," Buggy moaned breathlessly, voice trembling as he watched your soft body writhe and jolt in pleasure. His floating hands continued twisting and pinching your nipples. "You're losing it... shit, you look so hot like this."
He stayed back and watched greedily, biting his lip as his detached cock slammed into you relentlessly, pushing more of your mixed releases out with every thrust. His hands kept tugging and rolling your nipples as he took in every tremble and broken moan you let you.
"J-just a little more, baby, please..." he begged, voice. "I can't stop yet... you look too perfect taking me like this ♥"
Even as his own body shook from overstimulation, Buggy remained fixated on the sight of you falling apart for him.
Smoker
Smoker had you bent over his wooden desk with your tits and stomach squished against scattered documents as he fucked you from behind.
His cock stretched you with every heavy stroke, the desk groaning under the intensity. Two cigars burned between his teeth, smoke lazily drifting through the room while the windows were already completely covered in a thick white haze for privacy.
"Always so damn needy," he grunted, one rough hand gripping your plush hip as he drove into you. "You're making a mess of my desk... again."
The relentless rhythm had quickly pushed you into overstimulation. Your pussy throbbed, hypersensitive and twitching around his girth with every deep drag.
"Nngh~♥ W-Wait--slow down, my body can't--eeii!--handle this--" you gasped in broken pieces.
You pushed your hands against the desk and tried to crawl forward, desperate to escape the intense pleasure flooding your body.
"You're not going anywhere," he grunted.
A single hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against his hips, burying his cock deep inside again in one motion.
That was the only warning you got before he started fucking you harder, hips snapping forward, making your body rippled wildly against the desk. Then he leaned over you, smoke curling from his mouth as he spoke against your ear.
"Keep trying to crawl away and I'll clear the smoke from that window, press you right up against the glass and fuck you there instead.--Let every marine outside see how well this slutty body takes my cock."
The threat made you clench hard around him.
Smoker let out a surprised, rough groan, his hips faltering for a moment.
"Shit... you just got tighter," he muttered, sounding both annoyed and smug. "You really like that idea? Heh, you filthy girl."
He immediately picked up the pace, pounding into you with deep, brutal strokes. Thick smoke tendrils slipped under your body, one pressing firmly against your swollen clit while another teased your nipples, adding sharp stimulation while he railed you.
"Making such a mess..." he grumbled, gripping your hip tighter. "and dripping all over my reports... yet still squeezing me like you want me to follow through on that threat."
You sobbed into the desk from the overwhelming sensation, his gruff words ringing in your ears. Your legs shook violently, but Smoker kept you pinned in place, refusing to let you escape even an inch.
"Stay right there," he ordered. "--Or I'll live up to my word, it's your decision."
a/n. *throws another smut genade during lunch and flees to answer work emails* I rushed editing because this is well over a month late since I was practicing me smut writing, any mistakes are what they areeeeee
Hiii! Can you please do a crossover with all the guild members x female reader? They all like the reader and try their best to win her over, but in the end, the reader decides to date them all.
Cross guild poly cures me 🙏
Btw I love your work and thank you for all you do ❤️❤️❤️
Cross Guild’s Favorite Problem
cross guild x fem!reader (poly)
tags: sfw, poly, jealousy, flirting, chaos, funny moments, possessive behavior, reader is a cross guild member
a/n: I honestly had more fun than I expected writing this BUT I think I actually showed my bias for one of the three… I hope I’m wrong tho lmao
word count: 6.3k
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The first thing you learn after joining Cross Guild is this: these men are insane.
Not dangerous insane… well, yes, dangerous insane too… but the kind of insane that makes grown men fight because you smiled at one of them for two seconds longer.
And somehow, you enjoy every second of it.
“Oi! OI! Why are you smiling at Hawkeye like that?!”
Buggy points at you from across the room like he just caught you betraying a country.
You blink “I asked him to pass the salt.”
“And he did it too nicely!”
Mihawk slowly drinks his wine beside you, calm and untouched by chaos.
“I handed her the salt.” he says flatly.
“EXACTLY!” Buggy screams.
The entire room groans.
Cross Guild headquarters is loud tonight. Men drink, laugh, yell over cards and booze. Somewhere in the back, someone starts singing badly.
You sit at the large table with the leaders themselves, but the real problem is the way all three of them keep staring at you.
Buggy is obvious about it… too obvious.
Crocodile is smooth and dangerous.
Mihawk acts like he doesn’t care.
“You’re staring again.” you tell Crocodile.
The man smirks around his cigar “Can you blame me?”
Buggy immediately slams both hands on the table “NO FLIRTING IN FRONT OF ME!”
“You flirt with her every five minutes.” Crocodile says.
“That’s DIFFERENT!”
“How?”
“Because I’m charming.”
You laugh before you can stop yourself.
Buggy freezes and then he points dramatically at Crocodile “See?! She likes my jokes more!”
“I HAVE TO BE LOUD,” Buggy cries “I’m fighting for love here!”
The nearby pirates whistle and clap “Captain Buggy is getting rejected again!”
“Shut up!” Buggy throws a fork at them.
You shake your head, smiling into your drink.
Honestly, this has been your life for months now.
It starts slowly after you join Cross Guild. At first, Buggy sticks to you because you actually listen to him talk because most people don’t, they either fear him or make fun of him.
But you genuinely laugh at his stories, you answer him seriously and you even clap when he shows you stupid tricks.
So naturally, Buggy decides you’re perfect.
Then Crocodile notices and that’s where the trouble begins.
A few weeks earlier.
You stand in the middle of the room with papers in your hands.
“No,” you say slowly, “this makes no sense.”
The poor pirate in front of you sweats “I-I tried my best…”
“You wrote the same number three times.”
“That’s because we lost the same amount three times?”
You stare at him and he stares back.
Then Crocodile walks in and the room becomes silent immediately. The man carries fear with him naturally.
“What’s the problem?” he asks.
You hold up the paper “Your workers can’t count.”
The pirate gasps like you insulted his entire bloodline.
Crocodile takes the paper from your hand and looks at it once before sighing “…Idiot.”
“THANK YOU!” you say.
The pirate almost cries.
Crocodile glances at you after that, slow and obviously interested… and that is the exact moment things become dangerous, because after that, he keeps calling you into his “office”.
At first, for work, then for “small talks” and then for drinks.
“You’re smarter than the rest.” he says one night.
You sit across from him while he drinks whiskey “That’s not hard in here.”
A quiet chuckle leaves him “You’re bold too.”
“You sound surprised.”
“Most people fear me.”
“Should I?”
Crocodile leans back in his chair, watching you through smoke “Yes.”
But he smiles after saying it, and honestly, that smile almost kills you.
Unfortunately for him, Buggy notices everything. and one afternoon, he bursts into your room without knocking.
“You can’t be alone with Crocodile anymore!”
You look up from your book “Why?”
“Because he’s evil!”
“He literally runs all this with you.”
“Yeah, but he’s evil at YOU romantically!”
You stare at him.
Buggy paces around dramatically “He does that stupid cool voice and the looking down thing and women like it!”
“You sound jealous.”
“I AM!”
You laugh loudly.
Buggy stops moving and his face turns red instantly, so much that you can see it despite his makeup.
“…You laugh really pretty.”
The room goes quiet for one second, then Buggy panics at his own honesty “I-I mean— not that I stare at you laughing all the time! Which I don’t! Maybe sometimes! Not in a creepy way!”
You laugh harder.
He points at you “Stop being cute! I’m trying to survive here!”
“Survive?”
“Yes! Mihawk is already impossible competition!”
Right on cue, there’s a knock at the open door and Mihawk stands there, silent, elegant and looking unfairly attractive for no reason.
Buggy looks ready to jump out a window.
“Hawkeye…” he says suspiciously.
“Buggy.” Mihawk says and then his eyes move to you “I was looking for you.”
Buggy gasps dramatically “IN FRONT OF ME?”
Mihawk ignores him completely.
“There’s a problem with the western ships,” he tells you calmly “I’d like your opinion.”
“Oh,” you say, standing up “sure.”
Buggy watches in horror as you walk toward Mihawk.
Then Mihawk does something small and tiny, barely noticeable… his hand touches the middle of your back while leading you away.
Buggy screams “THAT WAS INTENTIONAL!”
Mihawk is the hardest one to understand.
Buggy flirts loudly and Crocodile flirts smoothly.
Mihawk… Mihawk simply exists near you until your heart starts acting stupid.
He never chases and never begs for attention, but somehow he’s always there.
You mention once that you cannot sleep? The next night, tea appears outside your room.
You say your sword feels unbalanced? A new one arrives three days later.
You complain about loud pirates bothering you? Mihawk walks through the hallway once and suddenly nobody bothers you again.
“You spoil her too much.” Crocodile says one evening.
Mihawk calmly sips wine “Do I?”
“You bought her a custom blade.”
“It suits her hand better.”
Buggy looks betrayed “YOU BUY HER SWORDS?!”
“She uses swords.” Mihawk says.
Buggy grabs his own face dramatically “How do I compete with the strongest swordsman in the world then?!”
“You don’t.” Crocodile says immediately.
“SHUT UP!”
You nearly choke on your drink laughing.
Mihawk watches you quietly again.
He’s always watching, and that might be the worst part, because when Mihawk looks at you, it feels heavy and intentional, like he already knows something you don’t.
Tonight gets worse when a drunk pirate approaches your table.
“You’re real pretty.” the man says, swaying slightly.
Buggy instantly stands up “She’s busy!”
Crocodile doesn’t even move, but the air changes into something dangerous.
Mihawk slowly lifts his eyes from his wine.
The pirate notices too late and says “I-I was just talking—”
“You should stop then.” Crocodile says softly.
The pirate goes pale.
Buggy crosses his arms proudly “Yeah! Beat it!”
The man runs away immediately and silence falls at the table.
Then Buggy grins at you “Did you see that? I protected you.”
“You yelled.” Crocodile says.
“And it worked!”
“You looked like a dying seagull.”
“At least I DID something!”
Mihawk places his wine down gently “The man was leaving already.”
Buggy whips toward him “Whose side are you on?!”
Mihawk looks at you instead “Yours.”
Your stomach flips.
Buggy collapses into his chair “THIS IS SO UNFAIR.”
You hide your smile behind your drink.
Crocodile notices anyway.
“So,” he says smoothly, “which one of us is winning?”
Then you smile “I think all of you need to try harder.”
Buggy falls out of his chair.
Crocodile laughs under his breath.
And Mihawk… smiles.
And the fight for your attention is only getting started.
The worst thing you can do to three powerful men in love with you? Tease them back.
And unfortunately for them, you finally start doing exactly that.
“Are you busy tonight?” Buggy appears beside you so suddenly you almost drop your drink.
You look at him slowly “That depends.”
“On what?”
“Who’s asking?”
Buggy puts a hand on his chest dramatically “You wound me.”
“You’ll survive.”
“No, I won’t! Love is painful!”
You laugh quietly and keep walking through the hallway.
Buggy follows instantly “Come eat with me.”
“Hm.”
“Hm what?!”
“I’m thinking.”
“There’s nothing to think about! I’m fun! Handsome! Charismatic!”
“You forgot loud.”
“That too.”
You stop walking and turn toward him with a smile “You know… maybe I will.”
Buggy freezes “R-Really?”
“Maybe.”
His eyes shine immediately.
Then you add casually, “Unless Mihawk asks.”
Buggy gasps so loudly a pirate drops a plate nearby “THAT’S EVIL!”
You grin and continue walking away while he follows behind you yelling “That old scary bird man is cheating somehow! I know it!”
By the afternoon, Buggy is trying ten times harder, which is both funny and embarrassing.
“Look!” he says proudly, throwing knives at a target.
The knives miss completely, one hits the wall, another almost hits a pirate. Someone even screams.
You clap anyway “Amazing.”
Buggy straightens proudly “Right?”
“Truly inspiring.”
Crocodile walks past at that exact moment.
He glances once at the one in the wall “…Pathetic.”
Buggy points angrily “She liked it!”
You hum innocently “I did.”
Crocodile’s eyes slide toward you, amused.
You suddenly smile sweetly at him too “But maybe you can impress me more.”
The entire room goes silent and Buggy looks horrified.
Crocodile slowly removes his cigar from his mouth.
“And how exactly should I do that?”
“You’re supposed to be clever,” you say lightly “figure it out.”
Then you walk away before either man can answer.
Behind you, Buggy grabs Crocodile’s coat “SHE’S FLIRTING WITH BOTH OF US NOW?!”
That evening, Crocodile finds you alone on the balcony while you lean against the railing.
You hear his footsteps before he speaks “You enjoy causing problems.”
You smile without turning around “Maybe.”
A low chuckle leaves him “I should’ve noticed earlier.”
You finally look at him. Crocodile stands close tonight.
Golden hook shining under the moonlight. Eyes sharp on you. Dangerous as always.
“You challenged me earlier.” he says.
“And?”
“And I don’t like losing.”
You tilt your head innocently “Who says you’re winning now?”
That gets his attention. Then he suddenly steps closer until you can smell smoke and expensive whiskey.
“Careful,” he murmurs “you keep teasing me like this, people might misunderstand.”
You look up at him calmly “And what would they misunderstand?”
Crocodile smirks slowly “That you want my attention.”
You let silence hang between you, then your gaze drops deliberately to his lips for one second… only one, but it is enough for Crocodile to notice immediately.
His expression changes just slightly, now interested and hungry.
Then you step back smiling.
“Hm,” you say softly “maybe I do.”
And you leave him standing there alone. For the first time since meeting him, Crocodile actually looks caught off guard.
The next morning is chaos.
Buggy storms into breakfast looking exhausted.
“You,” he says, pointing at Crocodile, “stay away from her balcony!”
Crocodile drinks his coffee calmly “No.”
“I SAW YOU LAST NIGHT!”
“You spying on us now?” you ask.
“I was protecting my future romance!”
Mihawk enters the room exactly then. Perfect timing as always as he asks “What romance?”
Buggy turns toward him dramatically “She’s seducing us all now!”
You nearly choke on your tea.
Mihawk looks at you, one eyebrow lifts slightly “…Is that so?”
You smile into your cup “Maybe…”
That tiny answer somehow makes Mihawk stare at you longer than usual.
Buggy notices instantly “Oh no. Not you too.”
Mihawk sits beside you quietly before he notices something on your hand “A cut.”
You glance down “Just a small one.”
“You should clean it properly.”
“I forgot.”
Without another word, Mihawk reaches for your hand and here the entire room freezes.
His fingers are warm against yours, careful and gentle… so gentle it almost feels unreal coming from the strongest swordsman alive.
He studies the cut with focused eyes.
“Weapons are dirty,” he says calmly “you’ll get an infection.”
Buggy looks like he is witnessing murder.
Crocodile watches silently through smoke.
And you… you decide to make things worse.
“You worried about me?” you ask softly.
Mihawk finally looks up at you, there is something dangerous in his eyes now.
Quiet danger… the kind only he has.
“Yes.”
Simple answer.
Your heart immediately betrays you.
Buggy slams his face onto the table “I hate it here.”
After that, teasing Mihawk becomes your new favorite hobby, mostly because his reactions are so small, but they exist, and that makes them precious.
You find him outside one afternoon, sitting beneath the shade with a book in hand.
You walk over slowly “What are you reading?”
“History.”
“Sounds boring.”
“It is.”
You smile and lean over his chair slightly to look at the pages.
Mihawk’s eyes lift toward you slowly.
You notice his gaze pause briefly on your face, then your lips and then back to the book.
Almost invisible.
“You smell nice.” you say absentmindedly.
Mihawk stills completely “…What?”
You pretend innocence “Your cologne.”
With this, he calmly closes the book “I see.”
“That’s all you’ll say?”
“What should I say?”
“You could thank me.”
Mihawk watches you for a long second, before saying “You’re distracting.”
Your stomach flips “What?”
“You know exactly what you’re doing lately.”
His voice stays calm, but his eyes do not.
You grin slowly “Maybe I like seeing reactions.”
“You won’t get dramatic ones from me.”
“Small reactions are still reactions.”
Mihawk stands then, tall enough that you need to tilt your head up now “That confidence is dangerous.”
“And you still stay near me.”
A very small smile touches his mouth “You noticed.”
Before you can answer, Buggy suddenly crashes through the nearby door “I BROUGHT FLOWERS—”
He stops as soon as he sees how close you and Mihawk stand, and he looks devastated immediately “Oh, come on!”
You burst out laughing.
Mihawk actually looks amused too.
Buggy points between both of you accusingly “This is emotional warfare!”
You take the flowers from him with a grin “They’re pretty.”
Buggy instantly melts “T-They are?”
“Mhm.”
He smiles proudly.
Then you lean closer and whisper dramatically “But I still like Mihawk’s reaction cuter.”
Buggy’s soul nearly leaves his body “WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT TO ME?!”
You laugh so hard your stomach hurts while Mihawk quietly drinks his wine beside you, clearly entertained.
And somewhere behind you, Crocodile watches all of this carefully, like a man already planning his next move.
At this point, you already know Buggy is jealous… painfully jealous.
The man gets upset if you smile at someone for longer than three seconds.
But Crocodile and Mihawk are harder to read since they're too calm and too controlled.
Which naturally gives you a terrible idea.
You decide to test them. And honestly? Using each other against them is the funniest option possible.
You start with Crocodile.
You find him in his office late at night, going through papers while smoke fills the room.
“You work too much.” you tell him.
“And you bother me too much.”
“Yet you keep letting me in.”
Crocodile smirks faintly “You always come back anyway.”
You walk closer slowly, then casually sit on the edge of his desk.
His eyes follow every movement.
“Can I ask something?” you say.
“Depends.”
“Who do you think likes me more? You or Mihawk?”
The room suddenly feels heavier.
Crocodile leans back in his chair, studying you carefully “That’s an interesting question.”
“You didn’t answer.”
“I don’t compare myself to Mihawk.”
“Mhm.”
“But,” he continues smoothly, “if you’re asking who would treat you better…” his hook taps lightly against the desk “…the answer is obvious.”
You smile innocently “Maybe Mihawk would disagree.”
Crocodile’s eyes narrow just slightly.
There it is. Tiny but there. Jealousy.
“How unfortunate for him.” he says coolly.
You lean forward a little “You sound bothered.”
“I’m not.”
“You sure?”
“Very.”
“So if I spent the whole evening with Mihawk tomorrow, you wouldn’t care?”
Crocodile goes quiet and then he suddenly stands slowly and dangerously.
Now he towers over you, one hand beside your hip against the desk.
“You enjoy provoking people…” he murmurs.
“I’m just asking questions.”
“You’re testing me.”
You smile sweetly “Maybe.”
For one long second, Crocodile just stares down at you, then he laughs softly under his breath “You’re lucky I find this cute.”
Your heart skips stupidly.
Then the office door SLAMS open.
“HA! I KNEW IT!” Buggy points at both of you dramatically.
“Why are you always standing so close?!”
You sigh “Do you ever knock?”
“No! Secrets happen behind doors!”
Crocodile looks deeply annoyed “What do you want, Buggy?”
You burst out laughing immediately “You planned a movie night?”
His face turns red instantly “DON’T SAY IT LIKE THAT!”
“That’s adorable.”
“STOP MAKING FUN OF ME!”
Crocodile watches this whole thing with visible irritation.
Very interesting.
You slowly stand from the desk, then deliberately loop your arm through Buggy’s.
“Well,” you say casually, “can’t ignore my captain.”
Buggy looks seconds away from fainting.
Crocodile’s gaze drops to your linked arms and you see his jaw tightens slightly for a second.
Crocodile gets jealous too.
He notices your smug little smile immediately.
“…Troublemaker…” he mutters.
You grin proudly while Buggy drags you away happily “YES! Victory!”
Movie night is terrible… absolutely terrible. Buggy picks the worst movie possible.
Half the pirates watching it fall asleep, someone throws popcorn at the screen, and Buggy keeps trying to impress you every five minutes.
“Did you see that explosion?”
“Yes, Buggy.”
“I could totally do that.”
“You would die.”
“Okay maybe once.”
You laugh and lean back against the couch.
Buggy immediately notices and slowly, carefully, he moves closer too, trying to act casual.
“You comfortable?” he asks.
“Mhm.”
“You cold?”
“No.”
“You can still borrow my coat.”
“It smells like cannon smoke.”
“That’s my natural charm.”
Before you can answer, someone sits on your other side.
Mihawk.
Buggy looks horrified immediately “Hawkeye?!”
Mihawk ignores him completely as his attention stays on the screen.
“You have terrible taste in films.” he says calmly.
Buggy points angrily “Then why are you here?!”
“You’re loud enough that nobody else could sleep.”
“That’s not an answer!”
Mihawk finally glances at him “It’s the only seat left.”
Buggy squints suspiciously “There are twelve empty chairs.”
“Not comfortable ones.”
You bite your lip to stop laughing… then you decide to make worse decisions.
Slowly, you lean slightly toward Mihawk and ask him “Do you hate the movie that much?”
“It’s predictable.”
“What would you rather watch?”
“Something quieter.”
Buggy immediately grabs your arm dramatically “I CAN BE QUIET!”
“You?” Mihawk says flatly.
“Yes!”
Buggy lasts four seconds, then there’s another explosion onscreen “OH THAT GUY LOST HIS LEG!”
Mihawk closes his eyes briefly and you nearly die laughing.
But then you notice that your hand rests near Mihawk’s on the couch… close enough to touch.
And Mihawk notices too. His fingers move once, slightly toward yours, then stop.
You decide to test him properly now.
“Oh,” you say casually, looking at Buggy, and leaning slightly towards him now “you know what? The movie isn't that bad.”
Buggy lights up instantly “REALLY?!”
You begin moving more and that's when Mihawk finally reacts. One hand lightly around your wrist, stopping you.
Your breath catches.
Mihawk’s eyes stay on the movie, but his voice drops lower “Stay.”
Buggy gasps like he got stabbed.
YOU almost gasp too.
“…That sounded serious.” you say softly.
Mihawk finally looks at you, he has a calm face but with dangerous eyes “It was.”
Oh, that is unfair.
Buggy grabs his own hair dramatically “WHY ARE YOU BOTH SO HOT?!”
The pirates nearby start cheering “KISS! KISS! KISS!”
“Shut up!” Buggy screams.
You laugh so hard tears almost form. But secretly, your heart is beating way too fast.
The next day, you decide to test the last one properly.
Buggy.
Though honestly, Buggy makes it too easy.
You find him arguing with pirates near the main hall “What did you say about my nose?!”
“It squeaks when hit! It's FAKE!”
“THAT PROVES NOTHING!”
You walk over smiling “Buggy.”
He instantly forgets the argument “Hi.”
Cute.
You glance toward the hallway behind him, then casually say “You know, Mihawk offered to train me today.”
Buggy freezes completely “…What?”
“And Crocodile asked me to dinner later.”
Silence.
“THEY WHAT?!”
Pirates immediately scatter before the explosion.
Buggy grabs your shoulders dramatically “This is betrayal! Emotional betrayal!”
“You’re very dramatic today.”
“TODAY?!”
You grin innocently “So you’re jealous...”
“I AM ALWAYS JEALOUS!”
Finally an honest man.
You laugh warmly and pat his shoulder “At least you admit it.”
Buggy pauses, then suddenly pulls you closer dramatically “Well yeah! Of course I’m jealous!”
His face is red again “You’re pretty and funny and smart and they keep stealing your attention!”
The confession comes out so fast he probably does not even realize what he says.
You blink at him and Buggy blinks back too. Then he slowly realizes “…Oh no.”
You smile softly now, not teasing this time “That was sweet.”
Buggy immediately malfunctions.
Smoke might actually come out of his ears “I-I— WELL— DON’T MAKE IT A BIG DEAL!”
Too late, because from across the hall, two dangerous men just witnessed the entire thing.
Crocodile exhales smoke slowly and Mihawk quietly watches Buggy’s hand around your waist.
And suddenly the room feels very dangerous again.
Things change after all that, but not completely.
Buggy still screams. Crocodile still acts dangerous. Mihawk still looks at you like he knows too much.
But for now, for like the first time, you stop teasing them constantly. Because somewhere along the way, things stopped being only fun.
Now your chest feels warm when Buggy smiles proudly at you. Now Crocodile’s quiet attention affects you too much. Now one look from Mihawk can ruin your entire day in the best way possible.
Which is honestly a problem… a very BIG problem.
The first soft moment happens with Buggy and flowers… again.
You sit outside near the docks one afternoon, sorting papers with a tired sigh. Everything is peaceful and quiet until someone crashes loudly into a stack of boxes nearby.
“OW— okay, nobody saw that!”
You smile immediately before even looking up.
Buggy appears seconds later. His hair is somehow messier than usual.
And in his hands, bright and fresh flowers.
You blink in surprise.
Buggy suddenly looks nervous.
“So…” he says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck “The old ones died.”
You stare at him softly “You noticed that?”
“Obviously!”
Then he mumbles quieter “You sounded sad when they started fading.”
Your heart squeezes painfully.
Buggy carefully hands the flowers to you.
“I asked this time,” he says proudly “and these should last longer.”
You take them gently. They smell sweet.
“You asked?”
“Yeah! Apparently flowers need things.” he frowns “Water. Sun. Emotional support.”
You laugh quietly.
Buggy relaxes instantly at the sound.
“There it is.” he says.
“What?”
“That laugh.” his voice turns softer suddenly “I like hearing it.”
The warm feeling in your chest gets worse.
You look down at the flowers before speaking quietly “Thank you, Buggy.”
He freezes because of your soft tone. No teasing. No joking. Just honest.
Buggy stares at you for a second too long, then quickly looks away before his face explodes red “Y-Yeah well obviously! I’m amazing at gifts!”
“You tripped over boxes bringing them here.”
“That was tactical.”
You smile, and this time, Buggy looks at you carefully like the smile means everything.
The second moment happens late at night, and with Crocodile, softness feels dangerous somehow.
You sit in the office surrounded by papers and numbers. Your head hurts. Your eyes burn. And none of these stupid numbers make sense anymore.
“…Why is everything so expensive?” you mutter.
A voice answers from nearby “Because Buggy wastes money.”
You look up.
Crocodile stands in the doorway with his usual cigar.
You didn’t even hear him enter.
“You scared me.”
“You’re too distracted.”
He walks closer slowly. His eyes glance over the messy desk “You’ve been here for hours.”
“I noticed.”
“You look exhausted.”
You rub your face tiredly “I am exhausted.”
Crocodile watches you quietly for a moment, then, unexpectedly, he pulls a chair beside yours and sits down.
You blink “…What are you doing?”
“Helping.”
“You?”
“You sound surprised.”
“You hate to share paperwork.”
“I hate incompetent people more.”
A laugh escapes you before you can stop it.
Crocodile smirks faintly, then he reaches for one of the papers “Your math is wrong here.”
Your eyes widen “Wait, seriously?”
“Mhm.”
He takes the pen from your hand smoothly, his large fingers brushing yours briefly.
Your heart immediately starts acting stupid again.
“This number belongs here instead.” he explains calmly.
You stare at the page “…Oh.”
“You were half asleep.”
“I hate that you’re right.”
“I usually am.”
You roll your eyes but then something strange happens.
The work actually becomes easier.
Crocodile organizes the papers quickly beside you while explaining things in that deep calm voice of his.
And somehow, without noticing, your shoulders slowly relax.
“You should rest more.” he says eventually.
“I don’t have time.”
“You do.”
“No, I—”
“You fell asleep on the desk yesterday.”
You freeze “…How do you know that?”
Silence.
Then Crocodile casually answers “I carried you to your room.”
Your brain completely stops working “You WHAT?”
“You were tired.”
“You carried me?!”
“You’re making this sound more dramatic than it was.”
Your face feels warm now.
Crocodile notices immediately and a smug little smile appears on his mouth “You’re cute when embarrassed.”
You stare at him in betrayal “You’re evil.”
“That too.”
But his voice sounds softer tonight… gentler.
And when he quietly moves another pile of papers away from you with a low “enough work for today.” your chest hurts in the nicest way possible.
The third moment happens three days later.
And somehow, Mihawk barely says ten words during it. Yet it affects you the most.
You argue with one of Buggy’s crew members near the training hall.
“No, because that makes no sense!” you say.
“It does!”
“It absolutely doesn’t!”
The pirate crosses his arms stubbornly “You’re wrong.”
“You literally cannot read maps!”
“That’s unrelated!”
You rub your forehead tiredly “Why are you yelling?”
“Because YOU’RE yelling!”
“I’m yelling because you’re stupid!”
The pirate gasps dramatically, then he suddenly goes silent.
You blink “…Why’d you stop talking now?”
The man stares behind you in terror.
Slowly, you turn around and see Mihawk walking toward you calmly.
Expression unreadable, but his eyes… land once on the pirate and that’s all. One look and the pirate immediately straightens.
“I suddenly remembered important things elsewhere.”
Then he RUNS away.
You stare after him “…liar.”
Mihawk stops beside you “He seemed motivated already.”
You snort softly.
Your exhaustion finally hits all at once after the argument “…I need to sit down.”
You turn and basically fall toward the nearby chair, but you misjudge the distance completely.
Your head almost slams against the wooden edge before a hand catches it first. Fast. So fast that you barely see it happen.
Mihawk’s palm shields the back of your head before impact.
His other hand steadies your shoulder easily.
The chair scrapes slightly against the floor.
You blink up at him, Mihawk still leans slightly over you from catching your fall.
“You’re overworked.” he says quietly.
Your heart beats painfully hard “…Maybe.”
“You haven’t slept enough again.”
“You all notice too much.”
“Only about you.”
The words leave him naturally, like truth.
You stare at him quietly now, and this time, you don't tease.
Because suddenly you understand something terrifying.
You really like them.
All three of them.
Buggy with his loud affection and ridiculous flowers.
Crocodile with his hidden care behind sharp words.
Mihawk with every quiet little action that says more than speeches ever could.
This is bad.
Very bad.
Mihawk studies your expression carefully “…What are you thinking about?”
You smile weakly “That my life got complicated.”
One corner of his mouth lifts slightly.
“Yes,” he says calmly “it did.”
And somehow, his hand stays behind your head a few seconds longer than necessary.
You spend the entire evening wondering if this is a terrible idea.
Actually, you know it’s a terrible idea… but it’s too late now.
The room is ready already. Drinks on the table. Softer lights. No loud pirates. No annoying crew members listening through walls.
Just you… and them.
Your hands feel strangely nervous while fixing the glasses for the fifth time.
Why are you nervous?
You literally fought dangerous pirates and marines before. Yet somehow confessing feelings to three terrifying men feels worse.
A knock suddenly comes at the door.
Your stomach flips “…Come in.”
The door opens quietly.
Mihawk walks in first and calm as always. Elegant black clothes. Golden eyes immediately finding you and then narrowing slightly “You’re nervous.”
You immediately smile to hide it “Me? Never.”
“Hm.”
You pour him a drink quickly before he can study you more “You came fast.”
“You asked.”
That warm feeling in your chest appears again.
Mihawk watches you carefully while taking the glass “You’re acting strange tonight.”
“I’m always strange.”
“Not like this.”
You laugh softly and lean against the table… maybe flirting will help “You notice a lot about me lately.”
“I always did.”
Your heart stumbles and so you look away first.
Coward.
Mihawk notices immediately “What happened?”
“I just wanted tonight to be nice.”
“It will be.”
“You sound very confident.”
“I am.”
That almost makes you smile genuinely.
You open your mouth to finally explain, but then suddenly—“BABY, I’M HERE—”
The door slams open dramatically as Buggy storms inside loudly with a giant grin. Then he freezes completely, because Mihawk is already there beside you.
Buggy slowly looks between both of you, then sighs with deep disappointment “WHY IS HE HERE TOO???”
You burst out laughing immediately.
Mihawk calmly drinks his wine.
Before Buggy can complain more, another voice interrupts “You’re blocking the doorway.”
Buggy gets shoved aside instantly “HEY!”
Crocodile walks into the room like he owns it.
His eyes land on you first, then Mihawk and then on Buggy dramatically dying near the doorway.
“…This should be interesting.” he mutters.
Crocodile sits down beside Mihawk.
Buggy stares at both of them in betrayal before finally groaning loudly and sitting at your other side.
Now everyone is here, and suddenly your confidence disappears.
This was easier in your head.
Three pairs of eyes look at you now, waiting. Buggy looks suspicious already. Crocodile interested. Mihawk calm.
You inhale slowly, then sigh.
“Okay,” you start carefully, “let’s get this straight.”
Nobody interrupts.
You swallow once “I have feelings for…”
Three different reactions happen instantly.
Buggy chokes on his drink.
Crocodile’s eyebrows lift slightly.
Mihawk simply watches you closer now.
You suddenly lose confidence halfway through the sentence but it's too late now, so you continue “…for all three of you.”
Complete silence.
You immediately look away because suddenly this feels terrifying.
Your voice comes out quieter now “Don’t make me choose one…”
Nobody speaks and you hate this silence. Maybe this was stupid… but then you force yourself to look back at them again.
You straighten slightly before walking closer to the table.
Then lean down so you’re closer to their level.
Your confidence slowly returns “We’re having fun, aren’t we?”
Buggy nods immediately, way too fast “Yes!”
Crocodile leans back in his chair slowly, eyes still locked on you “…I suppose we are.”
Mihawk simply nods once, like he already accepted this somehow.
Relief crashes through you so hard you almost laugh, but you just smile.
Then your eyes move toward Mihawk “You first.”
Buggy makes a wounded sound instantly “WHY HIM FIRST?!”
“You complained first, so now you’re last.”
“THIS IS CRUELTY!... but first for what?”
You walk around the table slowly until standing beside Mihawk’s chair, as he watches every movement carefully.
“You planned this?” he asks quietly.
“Maybe.”
Then, before you can lose courage, you sit gently on his lap. Buggy almost faints, while Crocodile looks deeply entertained now.
Mihawk’s hand naturally steadies your waist the second you settle there.
Your heart beats wildly, but when you look at him, his expression softens slightly only for you.
You touch his face gently and then you lean in and kiss him. Soft at first, his warm lips against yours.
Mihawk stays still for half a second like he is surprised, but then he suddenly moves one hand higher against your waist and he kisses you back, deeper. Careful but intense.
Your fingers tighten slightly against his coat.
When you finally pull away, your breathing feels uneven, but Mihawk keeps looking at you.
You smile softly at him, and for one tiny second Mihawk actually looks happy.
Then suddenly he pulls you back in himself.
The second kiss is stronger and way more confident, like he finally allows himself what he wanted.
Buggy whimpers dramatically somewhere behind you.
Eventually you pull away laughing softly “…Okay wow.”
Mihawk’s thumb brushes once against your waist before letting you stand.
You turn toward Crocodile next “Your turn.”
Buggy points at himself desperately “I EXIST TOO!”
Crocodile smirks slowly while you walk toward him “I was wondering when you’d come here.”
“You sound very confident tonight.”
“You came to me willingly.”
You stop beside his chair and unlike Mihawk, Crocodile immediately pulls you closer himself.
Large hand against your hip, possessive already.
You kiss him softly first.
Gentle.
But the second Crocodile kisses back, everything changes… he’s hungry and intense, like he has been holding himself back for mpnths.
His hand tightens slightly against your waist while he deepens the kiss immediately.
Your breath catches against him.
Okay… wow.
When you finally pull back, Crocodile looks at you with dark satisfied eyes.
“…Cute.” he murmurs quietly.
Your face feels warm now.
You quickly escape before your brain melts completely, and so you turn toward Buggy who still sits frozen with his mouth hanging open.
You laugh immediately “Oh my god.”
“This is the greatest day of my life…” he whispers.
You walk over to him slowly as Buggy watches you like you’re unreal.
Then you gently push his jaw closed with your hand.
“Don’t be so shocked,” you tell him softly “it’s your turn now.”
Buggy’s entire face turns red instantly.
You sit carefully on his lap.
Unlike the other two, Buggy looks nervous touching you, like he thinks you might disappear somehow.
Your chest hurts a little at that, so you kiss him first, soft and sweet. And Buggy kisses you back immediately, but gently… much gentler than you expected.
His hands rest lightly against you like he is scared to hold tighter.
When you finally pull away, Buggy stares at you completely dazed “…I think I died.”
You laugh softly and poke his cheek “No dying.”
“Too late.”
You smile helplessly before standing again and returning to your seat to immediately flop backward dramatically “…Oh wow.”
Silence answers you.
You blink.
Why are they all quiet?
Buggy looks like his soul left his body.
Crocodile studies you carefully.
Mihawk still looks dangerously calm.
You suddenly grin again, then you put your hands on the cheeks of the two sitting at your side, Mihawk and Buggy, and say “Now what if you two kiss?”
Mihawk immediately gives you the most offended disgusted expression you have ever seen, actual horror, you never even could imagine seeing on his face.
Meanwhile Buggy nods WAY too enthusiastically.
Mihawk looks even more offended somehow.
You burst out laughing instantly “I’m joking! Don’t worry!”
“You were way too ready for that.” Crocodile mutters.
“I COMMIT TO ROMANCE!”
Your laughter fills the room again, and somehow… it feels nice and easy.
Finally, Crocodile speaks first.
“So,” he says slowly, cigar resting between his fingers, “you want all three of us?”
You meet his eyes and nod honestly “Yes.”
Silence again.
Then Crocodile sighs, but not annoyed, more like accepting fate “…Okay then.”
Your eyes widen slightly “That easy?”
“Not easy,” he corrects calmly “but I’m not interested in sharing you with anyone outside this room.”
Your chest warms immediately.
Then he points slightly toward you “But I got you first tomorrow.”
Relief crashes through you instantly and so you laugh brightly “You asked first, so yeah, sure!”
Buggy jumps up dramatically “UNFAIR! Then I want day two!”
“You’re scheduling dates?” you ask.
“Yes!”
“That was fast.”
“I ADAPT QUICKLY!”
You laugh harder, but then your attention slowly moves toward Mihawk who still has not said much.
Suddenly nervousness returns.
What if he actually hates this arrangement?
What if he only accepted because you asked?
“…Mihawk?”
He looks at you calmly and then he finally says “The best for last.”
Your entire heart melts instantly and without thinking, you stand and walk straight to him again before hugging him tightly.
Mihawk clearly didn’t expect that, and neither did Buggy or Crocodile, as all three freeze slightly.
But after one second, Mihawk’s arms slowly wrap around you naturally.
Buggy points dramatically “WHY DOES HE GET THE ROMANTIC HUG TOO?!”
Crocodile sighs heavily “You’re exhausting.”
But neither man actually stops you, and honestly, when you look around the room afterward… at Buggy’s excited grin, Crocodile’s amused acceptance, and Mihawk quietly holding you closer… you realize that this insane situation might actually work.
The rest is a work of your own fantasy now *smirk* *smirk*
I can't belive I'm saying this (as a big time gooner) IM TIRED OF SMUT PLSSS WRITE SOMETHING ELSE , ITS ALL SMUT. WRITE AN ACTUALLY GOOD STORY IT CAN EVEN HAVE SMUT JUST NOT THE WHOLE THING PLEASEEEE. I WANT A CUTE STORY THATS NOT LIKE 1 CHAPTER
Hands Off, Gabriela! (Various One Piece Men x Fem!Reader)
Lolita's Note: okay, i can't stop writing headcanons. i really want to write a serious fic but like, I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS! 🤦🏻♀️ and i'm getting really antsy waiting for new episodes and chapters 😔 to keep myself from going insane i made these really short… im so sorry :'3
ー reader is a really feisty and protective one who doesn't like it when others get into her coop (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑also i can't stop listening to katseye??? hello? gabriela, gnarly and gameboy are bops. and the dances are soooo hot. baddies fr.
𓍯 cw: swearing, mild aggression, slight angst on crocodile's, alcoholism, hint of an open relationship on rayleigh's and just a really feisty reader (●｀ε´●)
Luffy
look, he's not really the type to have women fawning around him often because he moves around a lot and is everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
the only times you'll find yourself protecting him is when obnoxious pirates/rookie marines who aren't aware of his true power decide to disturb him while he's busy eating, partying or doing his usual luffy antics.
there was one time where a pirate decided to get handsy with him and offered him a spiked drink.
"hey. i know what you put in that drink." you were beside luffy watching the scene unfold, already glaring daggers into the pirate's eyes. luffy turns to you and is about to ask but when the pirate attempted to run, you immediately caught them and forced the drug infused cocktail down their throat.
he'll be like 😯 then 😁 and he's slapping your back laughing saying something like, "you got them good!"
whenever things like that happen again he chooses to sit back and watch with a huge, proud smile on his face.
Zoro
secretly loves it.
sometimes he lets women flirt with him just to see your reaction, but he never flirts back. he just looks at you and smiles to himself, enjoying the way you get so pissed off.
"why don't we take this somewhere private, handsome?" the lady caresses his arm. zoro doesn't really respond and just continues what he's doing, because he knows what's about to happen.
"zoro~" you say with a very taunting smile as you sat next to him, kissing his cheek while side eyeing the woman who took a chance on him as if to threaten tell her that "he's already taken."
the woman panics and excuses herself, and now it's his turn to face your anger.
you get into an argument when these things happen. things will get heated… and then… the rest is up to you ;)
Sanji
you don't mind it when he gets really clingy towards nami and robin and does the same things he would for you.
when you see him ogle at models in magazines, or heck, even cry about how he misses vivi, you could care less.
the thing that will really get you is when strangers blatantly flirt with him and try to insult you while you're around.
"i can't believe you with someone who's…"
she didn't get to finish the sentence bc you slapped her face so hard she almost collapsed.
sanji gets taken aback and considers helping the lady get up, then he realizes you're still there. he'll look at you with a mix of fear and adoration.
apologizes and makes it up to you by buying what you want/making your favorite food back at the ship.
this is why you never take him to a red light district ☝🏻🤓
Law
i'm sorry but this guy has no game. at all.
he's that one guy at a bar who stands in a corner (or is sitting at the counter) while everyone is dancing and partying, having a moment for himself.
gets really awkward around women so you indulge his reaction when someone finally flirts with him.
of course you don't let it get to a point where the lady can make any more advances. and law would rather leave than entertain her any further.
almost heaves a big sigh of relief and stops himself from saying "thank god!!" when you sit next to him.
"i'm sorry, he's already taken." you say with a threatening smile.
she immediately apologizes and leaves embarrassed.
you'll tease him about it for days. and he'll be speechless about it since, well, you're not wrong.
Kid
he has huge anger issues and women are actually scared of getting near him most of the time because he quite literally SNARLS at them.
"hah?!" "what the fuck do ya want?!" are what he often says to anyone disturbing him.
seriously, even you don't know how you fell in love and got in a relationship with him.
that said, it's not like there aren't any ladies who will shoot their shot.
not before you catch them at least.
"need something from him?" you ask coldly, looking over from kid's shoulder.
"well, i was just wondering if he's free for the taking." the lady bites back.
suffice to say, she didn't come home unscathed.
like zoro, kid finds it hot when you do that. he likes his girls hot and feisty ;)
Ace
ooooohhhhh giiiirllll… this man…
you already know how much he attracts attention from men and women alike.
it doesn't help that he carries the manners that makino taught him as a kid. women totally love how respectful he is.
however, he's usually oblivious about it. until you start practically shooing everyone who even dares to make a move on him.
when he realizes that, you're def gonna try to make each other jealous. like a contest on who caves in and goes to the other to finally stop this impromptu flirting shenanigans (you do. every single time).
"hey, who is she?" when he hears that tone in your voice, he freezes and thinks of a million ways to apologize to you. and you weren't even angry yet.
after that, the whole crew immediately noticed the tension between you two.
it will take a bit of cuddling and silly pick-up lines jokes for you to forgive him.
Sabo
here's another heartthrob incoming…
he's usually very polite about it, and unlike ace, he doesn't really entertain flirts because he already has you.
doesn't mean he hates it, though.
"care for a drink, pretty boy?"
"no thank you, i've got enough company for tonight." sabo grins, then he moves aside and gestures towards you, who already has an eyebrow raised and arms crossed over your chest.
lowkey has a thing for showing you off every time that happens.
Katakuri
you will never catch this man in a bar, or anywhere else outside the whole cake chateau (unless he's on a mission). plus, he values his merienda (way too much) and would rather use that time to eat sweets and drink tea with you.
Rosinante
who wouldn't fall for a silly, clumsy man like him?
one time, he tripped while walking on the street and it caused the bags of groceries to topple over.
"do you need help?" someone asked, with no intention of flirting…
he was about to thank them when he heard your footsteps
"i can do that for him, thanks!" you say, almost giving away that you're pissed.
poor stranger, they just wanted to help.
rosinante laughs it off and ruffles your hair, finding the whole situation unnecessary and your protectiveness, adorable.
Shanks
two words. good luck.
he revels in your reaction every time he gets hit on. he even goes as far as calling you over (much to the stranger's dismay and disbelief) just to tease you about how much of a slut hot he is to have people fawning over him like that.
it's a perfect way to rile you up, honestly. bonus points if you're both too drunk.
"what the hell do you think you're doing, woman?" you slur at the lady beside him, who's brazenly caressing his arm, slamming the mug of beer on the table.
"easy, sweetheart. she's not gonna hurt me." he tries to calm you.
everyone at the bar could swear you must've used conqueror's haki the second you glared at him. he got so taken aback.
but this was what he's looking forward to.
you chugged another mug of beer, gave him an earful (with the stranger forgotten), and he didn't sleep beside you that night.
makes it up to you in the morning with… whatever he can think of, if you know what i mean.
Beckman
he looooves making you sit/stand next to him, like a guard dog with watchful eyes.
like shanks, he adores seeing you be so protective over him.
he always notices when someone would try to flirt with him, and he always notices how your aura will just be so strong that you don't even give them a chance to walk and start a conversation with him.
you don't even need to speak a single word to let them know that he's yours.
"relax, i'm not going anywhere." he chuckles, hand on the small of your back.
Crocodile
being with him is already a power struggle in and of itself.
so when women flirt with him, you choose not to bother, even if you want to. it's not like what you have is something that's gonna end up in marriage…
you do, however, try to confront him behind closed doors.
it will blossom into an argument. and if you're someone who gets offended easily, you'll most likely end up receiving quite a bit of hurtful words from him.
he's gonna say things like "what you're doing is pathetic."
good luck thinking of witty comebacks to keep him on edge ;)
Mihawk
he is another katakuri. unless he's out making underground deals with the cross guild, he'd rather be alone or spend time with you.
you won't really need to be protective over him since he will reject them outright. no questions asked.
i mean, why would he entertain someone else when he already has you?
you'll be the one watching in amusement when those poor unsuspecting flirts are about to have an embarrassment to remember in their life.
Rayleigh
my prayers go out to you…
he's always out drinking and there's probably some occasional one-night stands, but it's never with the same people.
he has a habit of going MIA for months, but he will return and stay for a bit… only to do the same thing again 😭
on the VERY rare times you're out together, he won't really entertain anyone besides you.
it's very casual and endearing, and even if it's not obvious, people will definitely feel that you two are a power couple.
and no one will dare to mess with you both. especially you!
- Ace is always groggy to wake up in the mornings, as much as he knows he has responsibilities, maybe a few minutes won’t hurt too bad.
“Man, wish I could stay here all day”
- Ace very much pulls you close to his chest, savouring the moment, burying his face in your hair, before he feels one of your hairs tickle his nose and he ends up sneezing. It’s not the most assuring way to be woken up with the smell of fire and smoke, but, well, seems like Ace has sneezed and accidentally set his side of the duvet on fire when he turned his head.
- You decide to let Ace deal with it, he made it, this is his mess to fix and his problem now.
- Ace always cuddles you with his arm rested around your shoulders, your head rested against his chest. Ace always snores loudly, laying on his back and without fail, theres always a bit of drool that’s at the corner of his mouth when he sleeps.
- If he forgets to pull his hat off? It always covers half of his face when he’s asleep. Sometimes it slips off and lands on your head and Ace panics in the morning because he can’t feel it on his head. When he doesn’t forget to pull his hat off? It’s always rested on the nightstand, or it’s on the floor.
“Alright, up we get, we need to go y/n”
- He always just hoists you up over his shoulder to drag you out of bed. Though. Sometimes you have to drag Ace by the ankles out of bed because hes a stubborn bastard.
- Marco has gotten used to waking up early with his responsibility as both first mate and doctor. There’s always something happening on the Moby Dick that needs his attention, however, by some damn miracle, theres no urgent matter that needs to be tended to this morning. Marco has an early morning alarm clock that’s ingrained in him, however, that doesn’t stop him from holding you for a bit longer whilst he waist for you to wake up.
- Marco’s mythical zoan devil fruit always comes out a bit whilst he sleeps, another habit, there are times where he has fallen asleep and his phoenix tails rest by your legs, either curling around your ankles or just being a warm presence for you whilst you sleep.
- If you’re ever hurt or sick? Marco will pull you into his arms and let the phoenix flames curl around you, letting you bury your face in his chest is the flames are too bright for you whilst your trying to fall asleep.
“Too bright? Yeah, they always are, here, put your head on my chest, might block out the light a bit, yoi”
- Sometimes Marco’s phoenix wings come out when he’s asleep, they are actually very soft so you are not complaining when they rest across you. But, Marco always stretches in the morning, specifically his arms as he likes to crack his shoulders for some relief because of his devil fruit being out whilst he sleeps. In doing so? When he stretches his wings, they do have a habit of knocking his glasses off of the nightstand, so the doctor of the Whitebeard pirates does spend quite a few minutes of the morning trying to find where his glasses have gone.
- Law sleeps in bouts, so he’s usually awake long before you are, either due to staying up for the entire night, or he just wakes up early. Law is usually reading when you are asleep, glasses resting on the end of his nose as he keeps his back against the headboard of his bed. He’s not the biggest cuddler, he’s a man that likes his own space, but that doesn’t mean he wont ever give affection. Affection with law is typically given when your alone, after all, the last time he openly started caring about someone? They were shot multiple times and killed.
- Sometimes when you wake up, you can feel Law’s thumb brushing over your knuckles and your hand or the back of your neck, if you can somehow convincingly pretend that you’re still asleep? You can even hear him quietly muttering about the muscles and nerves that belong to where he’s currently tracing.
- Law always sleeps on his back, usually he rests his hands over his chest, or his hand is usually rested next to yours whilst you sleep, sometimes your fingers are entwined together when he’s dead asleep. Maybe his grip tightens when you try and pull away.
“Morning, y/n-ya. Sleep well?”
- He’d mutter in that tired morning voice.
- Law would always ask, he always slept better when you were by his side, your very presence sometimes making the nights spent staring up at the ceiling better. Though, Law has found himself having to remind you that as much as you want to stay up with him until he falls asleep, sometimes he needs the quiet and its also unhealthy for you to be up for the majority of the night.
- Much like Marco, it would be very rare for you and Killer to get a peaceful morning, well, its pretty much never, but lets pretend by some miracle that this morning is one of those impossible chances you have a bit of peace.
- Killer keeps his mask on when he sleeps, he trusts you but there are boundaries that he has which you must respect, no matter how long you’ve known him. Killer hates the idea of revealing his face when he’s awake, to reveal it whilst asleep feels like something that he will never do.
- Killer always rests his arm over your waist, he sleeps on his side and keeps you close to his chest. Laying on his side is just more comfortable for Killer. Killer makes sure that his helmet is rested on the makeshift pillow so he doesn’t accidentally headbut you with the damn thing during the night, he has grown to find it comfortable, but it is still a hard material that can break skulls.
- Killer keeps his weapons by his bed constantly, his hand sometimes twitches near them whilst he’s asleep on instinct, the kid pirates have been attacked whilst they were sleeping before and since that moment, he always keeps his blades by his bed near the mattress slots. Besides, he can also throw them if the one quiet morning that he’s gotten is interrupted, he’d throw that blade at the door if it was anyone but Kid who had interrupted him.
"How long do we think we can get away with this?...I reckon another two minutes...Good target practice"
- His muffled voice comes through the mask.
- Killers’ breathing is always at a rhythmic pace, he’s learned how to control his breathing for decades, either as a form of meditation or because he just breathes like that.
- Mihawk is a night owl, but he understands the importance of sleep. Though at the Kuriguana island, it’s hard to tell when it is day and when it is night because of the eternal darkness that the island is in. It’s called gloomy island for a reason after all.
- Mihawk isn’t the cuddly type, he will hold your hand when you sleep, entwining your fingers before he lets his eyes shut.
- Mihawk is a book reader before bed, its become a good bit of gossip between the both of you to pick apart either the writing or some of the annoying characters that are put forward, you both make wagers of what’s going to happen in the chapter to see if its predictable and you both definitely have a bingo card.
- There’s a massive bookcase of old notes that were left behind by the previous owner of the castle along with great thick tomes of either badly written love stories or old lore of the island. You’ve both started to put parts of the history together about the ruins and the castle owners, and Mihawk does enjoy a good mystery.
“Good morning, the lupins should have flowered this morning, do you wish to go see them?”
- Mihawk’s voice is always quiet in the mornings, he isn’t a morning person, not at all, he prefers the night much more than the day. Sometimes he brings up breakfast in bed, other days sometimes you bring it up for him. You can both cook and therefore share the responsibilities. When he cooks? You wash up, when you cook? He washes up.
- With the hot climate of Alabasta Kingdom at the Baroque works headquarters, feeling a cold gold hook around your stomach is very good, if not slightly threatening, maybe its a tool to help your heatstroke, or maybe its a threat of death if you leave the embrace before Crocodile lets you.
"Tch, you are able to stay on your own side of the bed, you do know that right? Rather than latching onto me like a damn barnacle".
- Hed scowl but he secretly likes it.
- If you are actually very cold during the desert nights? Crocodile will never admit it but he will quietly pull his cloak around you to make sure that you aren’t shivering, definitely because the movement of you shivering keeps him awake, not because he’s worried.
- Crocodile lets you rest on the side of his body that has a hook, he can’t really feel it due to the numbness so he doesn’t mind you resting there, anywhere else and he may turn away from you during the night because sleeping beside someone sometimes irritates him.
- It’s extremely rare for Crocodile to ever stay during the morning, usually you wake up with his side of the bed empty, especially when there has been a new development in the world, Crocodile is always preparing and trying to figure out the next move that he needs to take in order to achieve his goal.
- On the rare moments that Crocodile does stay? He always has a cigar lit in the morning, breathing out the smoke to the side.
WARNINGS: slight angst, descriptions of imprisonment/abduction/coercion, all entries have a happy ending
CHARACTERS: Mihawk, Sabo, Luffy
WORDS: 4,498
A/N: This took a lot longer than planned to get finished. I know I said earlier that Shanks would be part of this prompt but so much has been happening and I was delayed enough as it is I decided to just finish Luffy and post it with just three. This is a prompt I'll most likely return to with another group so Shanks will be part of that one. sorry for the wait for postings again guys I'll hopefully be back on track soon. Thank you all for your patience and I hope you enjoy 💕
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MIHAWK
Marriage was something that had never been mentioned before between you and Mihawk. Not that it hadn’t played on both of your minds at some points but you were both comfortable with how things were and were steadfastly committed to each other without the need of some ceremony. Besides now that he was part of Cross Guild, he shuddered to think what kind of spectacle such an affair would become when the clown caught wind of a wedding. He liked his privacy and always intended his personal life to be kept just that, personal. Which meant no one pried into his life, no one knew a thing about your connection to Mihawk. For the longest time that had worked to both your and his benefit but as you’d soon find out, when the whole world didn’t know you were spoken for and to who, it could go against you too.
Mihawk first grew suspicious when you hadn’t called on time, in all your years together he could count on one hand the amount of times either of you missed or were late to call the other. All of those times were it had happened, the call was made less than twenty minutes later and the lateness explained down to external circumstances or annoyances. So when there was still no answer when he tried to reach you and you hadn’t made any attempt to call him by the hour mark, he was already shouldering Yoru and striding out of Cross Guild’s base all while ignoring any calls after him. As he set sail and held his sharp, golden sights on the horizon he couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t going to like what he found when he would eventually arrived at your current home.
You woke slowly, your body and mind heavy and hazy. Blinking through the unnatural stupor you tried to focus your vision but your eyes stung and the glaring bright light shining down on you made it difficult to come to grips with your surroundings. Weakly you pressed your forehead against the cool floor you were lying on and tried to brace your hands against it to push yourself up but your arms refused to move from behind your back. You pulled again, harder this time and now you heard the defiant clink of chains keeping them held in place. Your mind sharpened and you forced your body into action, now remembering someone coming to your home in the dead of night and instead of confronting you face to face threw some sort of gas bombs inside to knock you out faster than you could escape. Your nose wrinkled at the memory of the strong and awful smell still fresh as its affects still lingered in your body.
Behind you, you heard the sound of a door unlocking and multiple footsteps calmly walking in. One set of steps seemed to quicken in excitement and hurried closer. Suddenly you were pulled up and turned to become face to face with a grinning face, their eyes sweeping over you in appreciation and anticipation. “Its them! You actually did it!” He cheered while you struggled in the hold of the other person keeping you in place. Your glare intensified when the excited man tightly squeezed your face and forced you to look at him. “You’re even better up close…Now I really can’t wait for our wedding, you’re perfect.”
At that you pulled your face free and bit down hard on the repulsive man’s fingers and managed to kick him in the chest and send him backwards before the man’s obvious bodyguard and lackey threw you to the ground and planted his foot on your back to painfully hold you in place. Your ‘fiancé’ recovered and held his bleeding hand against his chest and pulled out a syringe from his pocket and scrambled forward. You struggled even though it was useless and tried to bite at his hand again as the needle broke your skin and the substance flooded your system. Just as quickly as the gas had worked the night before the injection was also taking effect. As your eyes grew heavy your only thought was of how you’d miss your arranged day to call Mihawk and you wondered if and when you’d ever see him again.
Your head was throbbing and body felt more drained than it had the last time you woke. With your arms kept chained behind your back for so long your muscles felt as though they were screaming at you for relief. You winced at the dreary organ music that began and echoed around you. You felt the sturdy hand on the back of your head and tried to move only to feel your ankles were held in place. Your captors had learned their lesson from the brief time you were conscious because now you were gagged too. Part of you wished you were unconscious still because the ceremony was boring you senseless and the man that was forcing you to be part of this charade of a wedding’s cologne nauseated you completely. You glared hard at the priest when he declared it was time for the vows.
If it weren’t for the obstruction in your mouth you would have bitten your tongue off the second you regained consciousness instead all you could do was stare daggers at the man intent to be your husband simply because you looked good to him. As he placed a hand dramatically on his chest to begin a full monologue for his vows you felt a shiver run up your spine and whipped your head over towards the door. Your heart raced and you tried to smile as the familiar presence washed over you in reassurance and a silent but deadly promise you would be fine. As the precise, whistling slice cut through the air, you stared in awe as the congregation screamed in panic as the front of the building was cut away to rubble and Mihawk entered, silent and his deadly gaze locked in the man who dared to attempt to take you from him.
Very rarely would Mihawk waste the use of a blade like Yoru on vermin like the men standing with you on the altar but on a special occasion like this, it seemed like a valid exception to the rule. As the church swiftly emptied of spectators who no longer wished to be apart of the farce, Mihawk shot forward. Before either man could decide whether to flee or try to beg for their lives the swordsman had already closed the distance and pulled you back in the same swing that separated their heads from their shoulders. In no time at all your chains were cut away and your mouth was free. Ignoring the aches and tension you gladly pulled yourself close to Mihawk as his hands encircled you. “I would have been here sooner had I received an invitation.”
You choked out a laugh and quickly pulled Mihawk into a quick but forceful kiss, only pulling back just enough to stare into his eyes lovingly. “If I’m ever to be in this position again I’d like to think you’re the one beside me in the first place and an invitation won’t be necessary.”
“Well we’re both here now. No time like the present right?” Mihawk smirked at you before casting a glance around the peacefully quiet and empty church. Just how he liked it, no fanfare, no extravagance, just you and him getting to say your vows to each other in private.
SABO
If anyone could relate to the strained and nearly suffocating ties that family could create, it was Sabo. The pressure of their expectations and demands regardless of what was best for their child and morally good was something he also lived through and managed to escape. If it hadn’t been for Ace, Luffy, and eventually Dragon and the Revolutionary Army he shuddered to think of the life his family could have forced him into had things gone their way and they’d thoroughly crushed his spirit. Had his parents kept him as their prisoner in his own home he would have been married off to the first royal to elevate them to a higher status. After his memories returned there were some nights he woke from nightmares of being chained into a loveless marriage with a spouse as cruel and soulless as his parents.
So when you ran away from your home and found safety in the Revolutionary Army, Sabo knew exactly what you’d been through. He was able to sit and listen and offer advice as best he could on days when your conscience for abandoning your family conflicted with you knowing deep down you’d made the right decision. After a few months of being on the base you began to settle more into your new life and the feeling of guilt and unease gradually slipped away but still you worried of what would happen if and when your family managed to track you down, they had the money and the resources after all. That was were you and Sabo differed. His family had believed he’d died when he was a child and never felt the need to find him. Your family however were more motivated to find you and as Chief of Staff he put everything he could into ensuring your whereabouts never became something they found out.
Then in no time at all you had been a part of the Revolutionary Army for over a year. In that time you’d developed your skills and became a valued part of the organisation, not someone simply seeking refuge. Sabo and Dragon had insisted you didn’t need to train like they did. You could have found a different role, one that kept you on the base that was just as important but you refused. You’d lost too much of your life and actually living because of the hold and fear your family had had over you. You wanted to prove your worth and actually play an active role to repay Dragon, Sabo and the rest of the Revolutionaries. Slowly and surely your confidence grew and you were an agent of impressive standing, but the one condition to you being active on missions was that you had to go with a partner or part of a group.
While your family had seemed to give up by this point, you knew never to be too careful. But after two years you became a little complacent. The second you had forgotten of your life with your family, they acted. When you were on an island wrapping up with a brief recon mission you were thrown to see your family’s head servant sit in the seat opposite you in the bar of the hotel you were meant to be observing your target at. Unable to leave because the risk it posed to the mission, and unable to cause a scene or act in a way that would blow your cover you had no choice but to sit there and listen to him smoothly talk to you, his presence alone dragging you back into a place in your mind you’d fought so hard to bury. “Your family is in crisis. They poured so much money and resources into trying to find you, you know?” He explained with a regretful, pained tone as you bit your lip and looked anywhere but his face. You told yourself to just look for your target and to shut out his words but it was harder than you thought it would be. “Lifelong friends distanced themselves as wild and evil rumours about what happened to you spread. Took such a toll on everyone as the weeks turned to months, then years. They have practically nothing left and now… No. I can already tell you don’t want to know. I won’t burden you with such information when its clear it won’t change their fate.”
From his judgemental tone and the slow, painful return of your sense of guilt at running away you reached out to stop him. “Tell me.”
Between the servant laying down the ground work and saying the right things to make you agree to seeing your parents and apologise for running away and causing them such distress, and your parents knowing just what to say to get their hooks into your mind again it was all too easy for them to have you right were they wanted you. No amount of training could simply and magically undo their hold over you. You had gotten stronger but the mental scars from your past were just a little stronger. Your parents had you again and they were intent you weren’t getting away from them unless it was on their say-so.
In less than a day they had your head twisted with emotional guilt and manipulation into somehow agreeing that you would finally marry into the family they’d made a match with just before you fled. This would be your way of making it up to them, to absolve yourself and earning their forgiveness by helping them return to their high standing. As you’d finished getting ready your father had sneered at you. “Besides if you’re too weak to do your duty you can always run away again, just make sure to do it after you’re married and your husband’s problem instead of ours.”
Now here you stood, trembling at the altar, head down and reverted back into their pawn, unable to move let alone speak. Your mouth felt dry and your tongue felt heavy and twisted as your breathing hitched with every panicked, quickened breath. You briefly twitched when your intended husband tightly gripped your hand in an attempt to make you ‘behave’ but you couldn’t focus and flinched when the shadow of the priest fell over you as he stood in front of you and your unwanted fiancé.
“Dearly beloved!” He called out grandly and your body went rigid in surprise, your head snapping up and eyes widening to see none other than Sabo standing before you. Had your mind finally broken? Were you imagining things in order to cope? “We’re gathered here today to celebrate a momentous occasion.” Without warning he looped his arm around you and pulled you back so you were protectively positioned behind him. Your eyes widened when from out of Sabo’s robes he produced his signature pipe and pointed it at the man you were meant to marry and then slowly at the rest of your family beginning to rise from their seats. “The momentous occasion being that this person behind me never has to look at any of you ever again. This sham of a ceremony isn’t happening.”
“Now wait just a minute!” Your father declared, neglecting his own sense of self-preservation as he charged towards the altar. He only stopped his advance when flames burst out and wrapped around the end of the pipe, the flames causing Sabo’s stare to glint dangerously. Your father swallowed slightly and continued, with less aggression than just a moment ago. “Obviously there’s some misunderstanding. They agreed to this wedding!”
“Yeah, I can already picture how you convinced them.” Sabo muttered darkly before turning to look at you, his gaze softening as he offered you a reassuring smile. Silently promising you he would protect you and keep you safe as he had since the first day you came into his life. “Now that I’m here you can answer honestly. What is it you want?”
Immediately you tightened your grip onto his arm that was still around you, feeling like you breathe easier now that he was here. “I want us to go home.” You told him, strength returning to your voice. “I don’t want to get married. Not to him.”
“Glad to hear it,” Sabo beamed happily at you, the smile dropping into a cold and threatening expression as he returned his attention onto the congregation. The fire under his control growing slightly. “Now, seeing as I’m still dressed as a priest will I be performing any funerals today or have you all the common sense to get out of my sight and never attempt something like this again?”
Faster than you thought possible everyone fled, even your stubborn parents and you let out a long, relieved sigh, moving closer to tightly hug Sabo. Immediately his flames subsided and he turned to hug you properly. While he didn’t show it he was relieved he’d managed to get to you in time but even if you had been forced to say your vows, it wouldn’t have stopped him from ever coming to your rescue.
LUFFY
As much as Luffy loved visiting every island he and the crew came across, nothing ever beat the islands were a festival or party were taking place. Before they’d even finished docking the Sunny at a safe spot he and the rest of the crew could already hear the fanfare, music, and excited chatter drifting through the air along with the scent of enticing food. When Luffy took a huge breath inward you laughed softly when he took too big of a breath in and choked harshly on confetti and flower petals that were also being carried through the wind. Lightly you rubbed his back when he caught his breath. “You okay Luffy?”
“Stupid flowers.” Luffy gasped out before recovering swiftly and grinning at you, back to his excited, cheerful self. “Would have been stupid if I died from that before getting to see the island. Nami! Can we go yet?”
“Almost, we still need to decide who stays with the Sunny.” Nami informed him as she leant against the railing. “Personally I’d love to go and shop away my stress after that last storm before we got here.” It was a fair request, the storm that you’d all sailed through had been a very draining one and it seemed only fair that Nami definitely take the time to relax and unwind.
Naturally Sanji leapt up to volunteer to join her and assist in carrying the mountain of bags she would definitely be returning with. It was also a no-brainer that Luffy would be going as there would be no way he’d stay on board if a festival with a lot of food on offer. Robin also wanted to observe the festival and study it for her own curiosity. In the end it was decided that Zoro, Chopper, and you would stay on the Sunny for now and let the others explore. You couldn’t help but notice Luffy’s pout when you offered to stay behind and tried your best to reassure him. “I went on the last two islands. It’s only fair I stay on the ship this time.” You smiled, playfully nudging him to the walkway. “We don’t know how long this festival is going to last, you don’t want to miss all the food, do you?”
With a grin you watched Luffy become fired up, focussed on making sure to get as much food as he could before the end of the festival and hurried, calling back a loud goodbye to you, Zoro and Chopper before he disappeared from sight. You let out a small, amused sigh as you leaned against the mast and lightly waved to the rest of the disembarking crew who were taking their time. Once they were out of sight you went to the Crows Nest to see what you could of the festival from the highest point of the ship while Zoro flopped onto the grass to nap while Chopper lay in the shade beside him. As you got comfortable you lay your cheek against your lightly folded arms on the windowsill and stared out at joyful sights of the city in the distance, already anticipating the excited and amusing stories the others would tell you when they eventually returned.
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“Huh? A wedding?” Luffy asked through a mouth full of food looking around at all the activity. None of this seemed like any wedding he heard about. Although now that he thought about it, a wedding was just a big party really. “Whoever’s getting married must have a lot of friends. When does it start?”
“Well…” The stall vendor began with a thoughtful hum. “The last one took his Lordship three days to decide on his new spouse. We’re on day two at the minute, it’s just how it goes here.”
“Huh? He doesn’t know who he’s marrying either? This guy seems really stupid. Does he forget things a lot?”
“Please don’t speak rudely of our ruler.” The vendor frowned, giving Luffy the benefit of the doubt as he was a visitor and explained further. “Our ruler loves to be married and when the mood takes him he announces a festival to be held. In that time he chooses carefully who his next spouse will be. He’s so charismatic that as soon as he asks for your hand in marriage you fall in love with him immediately and accept. Some have even divorced those they’re already married to when his Lordship decided he wanted to marry them.”
As Luffy chewed his food he couldn’t help but pull a face. It seemed strange to him but then again Robin had explained to him that a lot of islands will have different thoughts and ways of doing things even if they didn’t necessarily make sense to him. As he took another bite of a new food to taste he shrugged and grinned. If it meant this island got to constantly throw parties like this and enjoy themselves this much, how bad could it really be? When a new smell from further down the street caught his attention, all thoughts of a Lord’s wedding and the purpose of the festival promptly left his mind.
It wasn’t until fireworks went off and horns blared loudly that caused the civilians who were used to this thing cheering out that Luffy finally remembered. He looked around and tilted his head curiously to see than nothing looked different. Where was the wedding going to happen? Weddings also meant more food but he wasn’t seeing anymore being brought out. Even though he didn’t want it to happen, at least at Sanji’s forced wedding to Pudding there was an enormous cake. Where was the cake for this wedding? Surely someone who loved getting married wouldn’t forget that. Getting confused about the strange festival again, Luffy turned to the first person he came across and asked.
Similar to the vendor they gave Luffy an equally peculiar look but explained. “We’re not important enough to attend the wedding or the feast.” They laughed softly while pointing out the large building at the top of the city. “The Lord and his betrothed will marry there with the other spouses, guards and important citizens in attendance.”
“So…no cake?” Luffy pouted before glaring up at the building. That didn’t seem fair. If the guy got married so often he wouldn’t miss some food this time around right? With his mind made up Luffy grinned and stretched his arm out, shooting through the air for the building pointed out to him. However he greatly over shot himself and instead of landing outside the building with the intention of sneaking in for food he instead crashed through the roof to the sounds of screams and yells of surprise.
Sitting up and shaking his head he blinked and looked towards were the loudest voice of all was yelling for his guards to attack. Luffy readied his fist but froze to see you standing next to the yelling man and immediately hopped to his feet and pushed the attacking guards aside with ease as he approached the altar. He knew something was wrong when even over the panic of the guests and attacking guards, you kept your gaze solely on the man Luffy guessed to be the Lord, an expression on your face he didn’t like. You didn’t look goofy and smiling like Sanji did when he ‘fell in love’ with another person. You didn’t even seem to notice him.
When Luffy got to the altar the Lord tried to take a swing at him that Luffy dodged without even needing to look and kicked him aside while grabbing your arm to stop you from hurrying to the Lord’s side. Carefully but firmly placing his hands on either side of your face, Luffy managed to get you to look at him and his eyes narrowed to see your gaze clouded over. “Hey! What’s going on with you? Why aren’t you on the Sunny?!”
“Huh? Oh hi Luffy.” You answered, your voice sounding almost sleepy. “I was on the Sunny but then Zoro insisted I go…Next thing I knew…” You paused to look at the Lord being helped to his feet by his other spouses who had the same weird look on their faces as you did. “He was asking me to marry him and I just…I just couldn’t say no.”
“You can say no!” Luffy urged you with a growing anger. This wasn’t like you, this was wrong. Something was going on and he knew it. “You don’t know him! You can’t marry him! You’re meant to stay with me and the others on the Sunny! Tell him no!”
At Luffy’s words he saw a flicker of life spark in your eyes and you seemed to shake slightly, trying to fight to come to your senses but something was holding you back. Slowly you shook your head, teeth grinding together as you tried to force your true feelings out. “Luffy…I want…”
“To marry me, right?” The Lord asked as he moved closer to you and Luffy spotted a strange stance that told him immediately the man was a Devil Fruit user. Refusing to let him touch you to continue keeping you under his influence he poured as much haki as he could into his arm and sent a fierce punch into the Lord’s chest, sending him crashing through the wall of the building and hurtling through the air and into the distance just beyond the city.
Without the Lord in proximity to you and the others in the room you and the other spouses, even some of the stronger looking guards began to shake off the effects of his strange ability. As your mind cleared you sighed in relief and hugged Luffy tightly, sinking into his hold when he immediately returned it. On the way back to the Sunny, he explained his side of the story and you laughed softly. “Thank goodness you’re motivated by food otherwise I would have been married to that creep.”
Even though Luffy laughed and agreed that you had his stomach to thank, his arm around you tightened its grip slightly. He got lucky today but knowing he almost lost you of all people in a way he hand’t expected made him certain to never let such a thing happen again.
