𝜗ৎ one piece x reader: their favorite kinds of kisses
𓍢ִ໋❀ luffy adores kissing your cheek. he'll usually suprise you by jumping onto your back and wrapping his arms and legs around you, before placing a big, sloppy kiss on your face.
𓍢ִ໋❀ zoro loves it when he's about to take a nap and you join him by dozing off on his shoulder. he takes these moments as an opportunity to kiss the top of your head.
𓍢ִ໋❀ sanji absolutely loves kissing your hands. you love it too, the way he so sweetly submits to you, caresses you, treats you like a queen. he wants nothing more than to devote himself to you.
𓍢ִ໋❀ law cherishes those moments when he's working late at night, with you by his side. you place your hand delicately on his non working hand, and he can't help but bring it to his face and kiss your knuckles.
𓍢ִ໋❀ ace has always been a sweet and simple man. on late nights when most of the crew has retired and the two of you get to share some peace together, it almost always involves you two kissing softly on the lips. it's both sweet and reassuring.
𓍢ִ໋❀ shanks can't help it when he drinks himself stupid at a bar and your sitting right next to him. he immediately leans in and leaves sloppy kisses all over your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your skin until he inevitably passes out.
𓍢ִ໋❀ crocodile loves nothing more than bringing you expensive gifts as forgiveness for hardly having time. seeing your face light up while he wraps diamonds around your neck always compels him to place a kiss on your forehead.
𓍢ִ໋❀ doflamingo believes himself to be the rightful owner of all, including your heart. he tends to grab your face and kiss you harshly, allowing you to taste his maliciousness, possessiveness, and the twisted love he holds towards you akin to a child and his belongings.
𓍢ִ໋❀ eustass kid won't even be loud or grand with his love, but he doesn't fail to show it in quiet ways. when he finally retires for the night he collapses right on top of you, leaving kisses on your stomach until he starts to snore.
Shanks was never one to sleep without you. Even when you two were on the Oro Jackson and Buggy would tease him endlessly for sliding into your bed late at night.
So when he woke up without you in his arms— arm, really— Shanks started to panic.
The room was a mess in minutes, searching everywhere you could possibly be, under the blankets, under the bed, under the table, in the cabinets, everywhere. Then he started to take his search outside your shared bedroom.
You on the other hand, had been bothered by this map for the past two days. The original maker had failed to draw the axis lines correctly, making anyone who used it go northwest instead of north.
You’d been redrawing the map in your spare time, including tonight.
Only your work went on longer than you expected, and exhaustion caught you in its clutches.
Which is why you were now face first on the workbench, drool starting to fall, leaking down into the map.
By now Shanks had searched the medic room, the crows nest, above and below deck, and the engine room.
Why would you be in any of those? Well, besides the crows nest. You were up there quite often, scaring Shanks to death.
Almost like a lightbulb went off in his head, Shanks tiptoed to the navigation room. The room filled to the brim with maps, paper, and ink. The door creaked open, Shanks poked his head through, spotting your hunched form over the table.
He sighed, fully stepping into the room, he leaves you off the table, turning the chair to face him. He slid his arm under you, lifting you against his broad chest. You stirred, wrapping your arms around his neck, your legs straddling his hips.
“Uncomfortable?” He cooed into your ear, you nodded, face buried in the crook of his neck. This reminded you of the countless other times Shanks’ carried you to bed, when you two were much younger— sure— but he’d always find you in the same spot if you weren’t in your own bed, or with him.
Shanks carried you back to your— his— room, plopping you on the bed, gently. He took his place directly over you, head resting on your chest, you could feel him trying to have both arms around you; his right arm snaking around your waist, while his stub rested comfortably on the side of your waist, your legs were tangled together.
Shanks needed every bit of him in contact with you, even at the cost of suffocating you. That was what you signed up for when you two became a proper couple, endless nights of love and cuddles.
Luffy
Luffy x Engineer! Reader
Song: Head Over Heels — Tears for Fears
Getting to be on the Sunny was the best thing to ever happen to you, after Luffy showed you what it meant to be truly free.
You two had been attached to the hip ever since.
You’d put your mechanical skills to the use, welding any pipe leaks and screwing the engine. You also loved working with Franky, he was the best father figure you could ask for.
Sure you had your own bunk in the girls cabin, but you preferred a habitat you were familiar with.
Which is why most nights you stuffed yourself into a cabinet in the engine room, the hums and heat of the metal lulling you to sleep better than any rocking wave or sea salt breeze.
Your captain was a huge cuddle bug. Which you’d learned the hard way after you woke with Luffy fully wrapped around you, and you meant fully, thanks to the gum-gum fruit.
Unfortunately for Luffy, during the nights you stayed in the engine room he could never find you, leading him to sulk back to his room like a kicked puppy.
But after a particularly rough night, the unusual nightmares that every so often plagued his mind, got the best of him. Luffy was more determined to find you this time.
He instantly knew where you were, how had he not thought of this earlier?
Luffy bursted through the door of the engine room, “(Name)!” He called out to you. You hummed, poking your head out of your hiding spot. Luffy bounded over, hopping into the cabinet with you.
You laughed at Luffy’s antics while he tried to get comfortable, his body bending in positions not possible for a normal human. Probably because he wasn’t a normal human.
He was your captain after all.
He rested his head in your chest, placing your legs on either side of him, coiling his arms around you. There was hardly enough space for the two of you in the small cabinet, yet Luffy made it his mission to fit in there with you.
And you knew Luffy was determined.
Finally you both got comfortable, Luffy not moving a muscle, out cold. You ran your hand through his hair, smiling to yourself about your idiot captain.
You could get used to sharing your private space with Luffy.
Law
Law x Engineer! Reader
Song: Glue Song — beabadoobee
Law was never one to admit that he needed you beside him to sleep.
He never needed to.
You already knew.
Always staying beside him during the long nights without needed to be asked. And Law wouldn’t have it any other way.
As long as none of the crew find out. Especially Ikkaku, Shachi, Penguin and Bepo…
But after a fatal attack from an opposing pirate crew had you locked in the engine room all day and night.
Leaving Law pacing around his own room, wondering when you’d return.
Once the clock hit 1:30 am, Law set out to find you. Feet quiet, eyes fierce. Any crew member that saw him didn’t dare interact, didn’t even wave, or look at him for that matter.
Law now stood before the engine room that you had encased yourself in.
He’d complain that you were over working yourself, but Law knew that he was no better.
The door opened with a creek, slamming behind him. He began his search through the maze of pipes.
Law tried his best to avoid the soot and oil that seemed to always adorn your skin, though despite his best efforts, the mess still found him.
After turning left and left and right then left, he was lost.
Law had no idea that the room was this big.
He was so close to giving up. But the only thing that kept him going was finding you so he could sleep. And because you knew the way out of this hellhole.
Law backed up, bumping into a pipe.
Only this pipe was soft.
And he was no engineer, but he knew that pipes were firm. And metal.
Law whipped around, finding you.
Glued to a pipe.
Literally.
You were on the side of the pipe, arms and legs wrapped tightly around the warm metal like a koala. Drool starting to slip from your mouth.
Law let out a sigh of relief, he poked your cheek, causing you to stir, “Law…?” You mumbled, your mouth now dry. “Yeah it’s me,” he spoke softly, placing his hand on your head, “we need to get out of here.”
You nodded, prying yourself off the pipe. Suddenly clinging to Law the same way you did to the metal.
Law accepted his fate, as long as you led him out of there. Your head was resting on his shoulder; whispering directions into his ear, your arms wrapped loosely around his neck while his hands were firmly holding your thighs.
Law was able to walk back to his room after exiting the engine room, swearing that he’d never enter that room ever again. You were back to sleeping, Law didn’t dare wake you, knowing that you’d been overworking yourself, and knowing that the thing you both needed most right now was a good nights rest.
Law laid on his bed, pulling the covers over you both. You sighed, muscles relaxing after sleeping uncomfortably like that for a prolonged time. Law ran his hand through your hair, feeling a sense of ease to have you in his arms once more.
The person that means most to him.
Ace
Ace x Medic! Reader
Song: Love Me Harder — Ariana Grande & The Weeknd
Night abord the Moby Dick was quiet, and Ace was… cold?
He sat upright, rubbing his eyes. His vision coming into focus, though he didn’t need to see to know that you weren’t beside him.
Despite being a literal human heater, Ace needed your warmth at night to lull him to sleep properly.
Ever since Ace joined the crew at 17, you were the one stopping Ace from trying to kill Whitebeard— by any means necessary— somehow in between all of that you two became close, and Ace started relying on you for a good night sleep.
Though that wasn’t hard with his narcolepsy.
Nonetheless, Ace trudged out of bed, tumbling around to look for you. The moon illuminated the deck, you wouldn’t be in the crows nest, and you weren’t an engineer, so Ace first checked in the Med-room, where you spent most of the days cooped in; taking care of the dumb crew mates— in Ace’s eyes— who get injured— on purpose, also in Ace’s opinion— and steal you away from him.
Ace started to grow irritated, pacing all over the ship. The waves rocking it as per usual. Only he realized that the door to the captains room was open.
At first you’d fallen asleep with Ace in your arms, where he so desperately wanted to be, but you started having strange dreams. Nightmares really. That everyone you loved started getting sick, a sickness you didn’t know the cure for.
The crew would beg you to help them, clawing at you for a cure. Then it’d change to Ace, Marco, Whitebeard and so many others dead at your feet. You woke with a start, Ace still sleeping like a rock beside you.
You slipped out of bed, stumbling over to Whitebeard’s room. You opened the door, Whitebeard, the man you considered to be your father, was awake at his desk. He turned to face you, “What’s wrong, my daughter?” You couldn’t get any words out, tears streaming down your face.
He held you close until you fell asleep. Which is where you still are, in his arms as he worked.
Ace swung open the door, “Old man—” “Shh, you’ll wake her up.” Whitebeard turned in his seat, revealing you to Ace, cutting him off before he could say another word.
Ace rushed over to you, taking you into his arms. You leaned into his warmth, and Ace smiled to himself. “What happened?” He whispered, “A nightmare, stress getting to her.” Whitebeard turned back to his work.
Ace carried you back to his room, laying you down on the bed once more, “Ace…?” You stirred. Ace pulled you close to him, his warmth engulfing you, “I’m right here, firefly.” He kissed the top of your head.
You fell back into your slumber, the nightmares no longer haunting you. Ace made sure to hold you extra close that night.
Koby
Koby x Vice Admiral! Reader
Song: Lover Girl — Laufey
You’d been filling out paperwork all day, Garp kept handing you more and more every hour. To the point you thought he was giving you his own load of paperwork.
You’d stayed up for three days straight, Koby checked in every now and then. Even though you swore up and down that you were taking care of yourself, he knew deep down that you weren’t.
The moon rose on another sleepless night, you just finished signing your name on another piece of paper, your hand cramping, your fifth cup of coffee on the corner of your desk.
You could feel your head bobbing, your grip on the pen loosening, the world fading to black.
Your head hit the table. Hard.
Koby started to grow weary, he’d voiced his concerns to Garp. Without explicitly stating that you two were together. Not only would it be a humiliation ritual, but also wrong on both your sides; in the eyes of the Marines.
Grap could only tell Koby that he’d try to get you home. ‘Home’ being the one you two shared together.
Koby made his way back to your office, he knocked on the door once. Twice. Three times.
Still no answer.
Koby peeked his head through the door, freezing as he saw you hunched over your desk. Your cheek was pressed into the paper, stacks upon stacks surrounded you; your pen still in your hand, leaking ink on the desk.
Koby stepped forward, knowing exactly which floor board to avoid making a sound from the countless times that he’d snuck into your office before. He found himself beside you.
He stood there for a moment, pondering how he’d get you out of your office and home. He glanced around the room, spotting the couch leaning against the wall.
It was hypothetically big enough to fit the both of you, and he could hypothetically carry you there, and he hypothetically wanted to cuddle with you.
Okay, maybe that last one wasn’t a hypothetical.
But he starved to hold you again after three long nights without you. He lifted you from the chair, hands under your thighs, your head rested on his shoulder.
Koby laid back on the couch, you on top of him, your legs entangled, his arms wrapped around your waist. You took in a deep breath of his scent, encouraging you to relax further.
“We’ll get caught…” you mumbled into his shirt, voice muffled, “I can go lock the door.” Koby tried to stand, but you grabbed the fabric of his shirt, keeping him under you, “No, don’t go…” you whined.
You fell back asleep listening to Koby’s racing heart, lying over him on the couch. Koby took a moment to glance over all your features, like it was the first time seeing you, his eyes grew heavy; finally giving into sleep.
Corazon
Corazon x Wife! Reader
Song: Out Of Touch — Daryl Hall & John Oates
Corazon had spent another late night in his office noting things for his mission with the Marines.
He hated staying late.
Because it kept him away from you.
And Law…
But mainly you.
Corazon let out a long sigh, flipping through pages and pages of his notes and evidence against his own family.
All he wanted to do was go home, smoke a cigarette and love you.
His beautiful wife and partner in crime.
Cora gave up trying to work, closing the notebook and placing it into a secret compartment in his desk.
He used his devil fruit ability to make himself silent. Slipping through the halls like a ghost, striding through the streets and finally stopping in front of his cosy little home.
You’d chosen it, after all it was only until he’d finished the mission. Then you’d leave this rotten island, going far far away, buy a real home; far away from others, grow old together, raise a cat or two, hell maybe you’d be able to give Law the life he deserves.
When Corazon opened the door he was greeted with darkness, only the dim candle lights in the living room shone.
Corazon leaned in the door way, taking in the sight before him.
You were lying on the couch, Law curled on top against your chest. Cora felt his heart clench, he clutched the fabric of his shirt just over where his heart rested in his body.
Just looking at you two sleeping, Corazon wished he could run away with you both then and there. Unfortunately he had a job to complete.
He felt your eyes on him. Cora raised his head, seeing you reach out to him. “You’re back.” You smiled. Cora raised your hand, bringing it to his lips. “You two look like a family.” He whispered, lips brushing your knuckles as he spoke.
You moved your hand, cupping his cheek. He crouched beside you, your thumb caressed his cheek bone, Corazon melted with your touch.
He wanted this moment to last forever.
You pulled him closer by his collar, bringing him down to you on the couch. Cora now lied under you, his arms around your waist as you still held Law close to your chest.
This. This was something Corazon could get used to. This is was Corazon looked forward to at the end of the day.
You asleep in his arms. The boy he saved, his son, your son.
The little life Corazon never meant to build, but had quickly become his world.
❝ 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.
this is an obvious one, but when sanji falls, he falls hard, no matter who he's with. now when it comes to you, the first person he has experienced genuine true love AND who also reciprocated his feelings, sanji is all in. the way that he is passionately devoted to you from day one is something that not even robin or nami have ever seen. sanji loves so genuinely and purely, and the utter care he gives to your relationship is proof of that.
you fall first, but zoro falls harder.
who wouldn’t fall for roronoa zoro? the way that he works out on the deck, all sweaty and chiseled. not to mention how soft and kind he can be when he wants to. it was inevitable you ended up with a crush on him. when zoro realizes he reciprocates these feelings, you open his eyes to an emotion that has evaded him his whole life. he becomes softer, more eager to let loose and enjoy life, knowing he has you by his side.
when it comes to luffy, you fall first and then fall equally as hard.
luffy is irresistible. his pure heart and the happiness he brings to others drive you completely insane; you were bound to fall in love. like zoro, luffy is unfamiliar with the feeling of love and has trouble understanding it when it comes to you. but like any adventure, luffy is always ready to trek the unknown. and as unpredictable as he is, love with luffy is a never-ending surprise.
usopp falls first and harder.
to be frank, love with usopp is riddled with insecurity and angst. it was a huge surprise to him that you even reciprocated his feelings, so he treads lightly when it comes to your relationship. you see right through usopp’s lies, too, so he’s especially vulnerable with you. the way that you understand and know usopp is so genuine that he can’t help but fall even more in love with you than he already is.
you fall first, but nami falls harder.
nami is reluctant to feel any sort of romantic feelings, so it was difficult to tell if she even liked you back. the beginning stages of your relationship start off slow. she’s not eager to let her walls down, but once you show her loyalty and gentleness, nami starts to let you in. she would never say this, but the vulnerability she feels with you reminds her of bellemere. it makes her so scared, but so eager to jump into it with you.
robin falls first, but you fall harder.
robin may fall first, but she could take that secret to the grave if she chose to. you’ll confess first and reveal an entirely different woman than the one you fell for. her genuine charm and wit are admirable on the average day, but paired with her quirky awkwardness? it’s enough to make you fall head over heels. that’s the best thing about robin: no matter what side of her you get, you can’t help falling in love anyway.
you fall first, but franky falls harder.
franky has undeniable charm and charisma; his silky smooth tongue is enough to have anyone hooked. coupled with his smoking bod, it was inevitable that you would fall for him. now, franky isn’t a man who can be tied down, but if you happen to earn his affection, it feels like his charm is cranked up a hundred notches. franky isn’t quick to love or show any vulnerability, so when he does, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. the way he speaks to you is as smooth as butter and has you blushing harder than you ever thought possible. he treats you like royalty, with a deep, devoted loyalty that only a special few get to see.
ace falls first and harder.
ace is one of the biggest sluts on the grand line. he gets insane play, but is also fiercely loyal to anyone who has his heart. so once he’s fixated on you, there is nothing in the world that could change his mind. as good of a flirt as he is, ace can become pathetic pretty quick. he’ll ask you on dates and beg for your affection any chance he gets. but once he figures out you like him back? gods wish they could experience that type of devotion. ace would die for those he loves, and his love envelopes you so tightly that it’s impossible to resist.
sabo falls first, but you fall harder.
unfortunately, sabo is another grand line slut. he has crushes often, and they are almost always reciprocated. so when he makes his crush on you known, he expects you to feel the same way. you do, obviously. but you don’t expect how stuck up and conceited he is about it. it’s stupidly charming and makes you want him even more. but the more you get to know him, you realize how deep sabo’s passion and loyalty run.
law falls first and harder.
if it’s not obvious by his devotion to corazon, law is another man encaptured by passion. he loves so deeply that he’s willing to lock it all inside and keep it to himself forever. but it’s pretty obvious to everyone else that he has a huge crush on you. when you reciprocate those feelings, law can feel himself falling for you more and more. especially when you accept all his nerdy quirks that could be seen as off-putting or strange to outsiders. if it’s also not obvious by his crew, law chooses those around him based on how much comfort and emotional support they bring him. when you not only offer that, but a reciprocated emotional connection, he can’t help but fall in love.
you fall first, but kid falls harder.
kid is too sexy not to have a crush on. it seems almost juvenile to have a crush on a man like kid; he’s reckless and basically insane. however, kid’s secret softness topples those ideals. anyone rarely gets to truly experience the love and compassion of eustass kid, but when you do, it solidifies your crush almost instantaneously. and on his side, once kid shows you just how much he cares about you, he is completely aware of his feelings for you. actually, he’s actively trying to deny them to anyone who notices, far too embarrassed to admit how he feels.
shanks falls first, but you fall harder.
shanks falls in love extremely easily. he’s basically an older version of sanji. he flirts, he puts himself out there, he has one-night stands with both men and women all the damn time. it’s difficult to resist shanks’ charm, which you learn very quickly. much like sanji, shanks will be honest about how he feels from the start, but given his reputation, you have a hard time taking him seriously. but once you see past his sleezy, playboy attitude, it’s nearly impossible not to fall in love with him.
you fall first, but corazon falls harder.
given that cora was a high-up executive in the donquixote family who barely acknowledged his own brother, you didn’t think he knew you existed. that being said, when he finally gets you alone and reveals that he can talk, his goofiness allures you even more. cora letting you in is a huge risk to his plan, but when you not only agree to keep his secret, but offer to join him, his heart melts. you learn about his kindness and compassion, and welcome it with open arms in a way he had never known. it was inevitable that he fell head over heels for you.
Can I request please for headcanons for being interrupted while you're making out with law, lffy, sanji, zoro, and shanks? Thank you!
Interrupted While Making Out - Headcanons
One Piece | Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Law, Shanks | Headcanons
Luffy
Interruptions when you’re with Luffy are sometimes common but not with annoying levels of frequency. He doesn’t really care about concepts like privacy so he’s not going to actively try and avoid anybody else while he’s on the Sunny but at least, he does have his own captain’s quarters where he can drag you and have peace.
Outside of this, you’ll most likely be interrupted if he steals you to his favourite seat because he’s feeling too lazy to move. Everybody is able to see you so it’s up to you to ensure he doesn’t go too far.
This behaviour is amusing to some (Robin), distressing to others (Sanji and Usopp) and highly annoying to others (Nami). The others mostly don’t care but also nobody aside from Nami is every truly going to interrupt unless it’s for something very important like dinner which sadly, will always steal Luffy from you.
Luffy is not going to allow for an actual interruption unless it’s for food or you stop the session yourself. Not even an enemy will be able to properly draw his attention from you once he’s decided that he wants to have you pressed against him. Anybody who tries will probably end up getting ignored or hit for their efforts.
Sanji
Unfortunately for your sanity, it is far too often that you’re interrupted while you’re with Sanji. It’s not because he doesn’t look for privacy but more that you’re both inclined to get swept up in the moment and forget that you’re on a decently small ship for any kind of fun to take place.
The kitchen is the most common location because it’s where he spends most his time and thus, it’s where you go to find him when you’re seeking something fun. And as deliciously indulgent it is for you to interrupt dinner preparations, it does often result in a door opening and various loud complaints from both sides.
Luffy is, by far, the worst offender but at least he doesn’t even seem to care what he might be interrupting, unlike Nami who has almost no tolerance for it and will complain loudly at both of you after you’ve pulled your shirt back down.
Continuing after you’re interrupted is highly unlikely so whatever you were up to is certainly going to be put on hold for a few hours unless of course, it isn’t urgent, in which case Sanji is always more than happy to simply change locations and make it up to you for the intrusion.
Zoro
The chances of you getting interrupted when you’re with Zoro is not very likely because he’s always very patient. The Sunny is too loud and he’s always more inclined to take you somewhere secluded on land where you can moan his name without him having to hear constant complaints about it from the other crew members.
The few times you are caught however, it’s normally when you’re both in a considerable state of undress and it’s far, far more annoying. He can easily shrug his shirt back on though while your clothes… are often less salvageable.
Amongst the Straw Hats, Usopp is undeniably cursed with always somehow running into the two of you. He’ll just be out on a supply run and somehow find the exact spot where you’re perched in Zoro’s lap. He’s learned to just turn and leave to avoid being sliced through – a consequence one or two thugs have discovered the hard way.
Zoro doesn’t really care if you’re interrupted and most of the time, he’ll completely ignore the distraction. He doesn’t get to spend nearly enough time with you like this and he’s not about to miss out on it because some idiot found the wrong place at the wrong time so unless you’re uncomfortable, you’re not being stopped.
Law
It’s not likely for you to get caught when you’re with Law, mainly because you simply don’t have that many opportunities to even be found wrapped around him to begin with. Kisses are already a rarity in private so anything more than that will require a very unlikely circumstance to begin with.
His crew respects his privacy enough that they’re not going to just walk into a room anyway so as long as the door is closed, you can expect to be left alone. If you forget to do it yourself, he’s going to close it the moment you drape yourself over his shoulders.
Bepo is undeniably the only one who does ever interrupt though and it’s never done quietly – always joined with countless apologies and moping that immediately draws the attention of everybody else in the vicinity. If you’re in any state of undress though, you can at least be reassured that you will immediately find yourself in your own quarters.
The worst part of being interrupted is that it’s sort of irredeemable. Law’s not going to be very receptive to continuing at all and given how rare it is to begin with, this is likely not something you’re very fond of. The crew is certainly going to feel that in your mood and try their hardest to never interrupt again.
Shanks
Shame is not an emotion Shanks is very familiar with and you can’t really be caught by somebody if half the time, you start in public to begin with. It’s not like you can accuse the crew of walking in on you when you’re straddling him on the main deck.
Everybody who knows the man comes to expect this behaviour from him so they hardly even blink an eye when he laughs and pulls you into his lap, your arms laced over his neck. It is quite jarring for visitors on the ship though who often have to be assured that it’ll move to a more private setting if it gets more intense. Most of the time.
Unwelcome interruptions are rarely anything entertaining though as much of the time, they stem from true opponents who shouldn’t be ignored. At the very least, there are few foolish enough to take on such a feared pirate or to leer at your flushed cheeks and exposed skin.
A true interruption that demands Shanks’ attention will ruin the mood entirely, not only for a brief moment but for much of the upcoming weeks. If you ask about it, he’ll laugh and say that he’s busy but it takes him some time to be confident you’re safe enough to fall into those carefree habits again.
tags: fluff, light comedy, established relationship, protective, pda
a/n: sorry for playing so much with ace T.T
words count: around 1.3k - 1.4k each
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
── .✦ Zoro:
The sun is down. The sky is dark, but the town is bright with lights and music.
You just finished eating at a small place by the sea. The food was great. Now, the crew stands outside, full and happy.
Luffy stretches his arms “Alright! Let’s go explore!”
Usopp nods “Let’s split up! We’ll cover more ground!”
You feel warm. Maybe too warm. That third drink… or was it the fourth? Either way, your head is spinning just a little. But your smile won’t leave your face.
Nami pulls out a map “Okay, I’ll go with Sanji, Chopper, Zoro, and Y/N.”
“Eh? Why am I in that group?” Zoro asks, already frowning.
Nami smirks “Because I said so. Try not to get lost this time.”
You giggle and stumble a little “I’ll make sure he doesn’t.”
Zoro looks at you, arms crossed “You can’t even stand straight.”
You step forward and grab his arm “That’s why I need you.” Your voice is soft. Sweet. Maybe a little loud.
Zoro freezes. His cheeks turn the faintest pink. He glances around—people are watching “H-Hey. Don’t cling like that.”
You grin and press your cheek to his shoulder “But you’re warm.”
“Oi, marimo,” Sanji says, cigarette between his lips, “If she wants to hold you, let her. You lucky bastard.”
Chopper runs ahead, excited “Let’s find some cool shops!”
You keep holding onto Zoro’s arm as the group walks. He keeps trying to shake you off, gently. But you won’t let go.
“Y/N,” he says in a low voice “People are staring.”
“So?” You look up at him with a small smile “I like holding you.”
He sighs “You’re impossible.”
“But you love me” you tease.
He looks away, his voice barely a whisper “…Yeah.”
You blink “What?”
“Nothing” he grunts.
Nami glances back and smiles “You guys are so cute.”
Zoro groans “Don’t start.”
You lean even closer “Zoro~”
“What now?”
“Carry me.”
“No.”
“Pleaaase?”
Sanji laughs “I’ll carry you, mademoiselle—”
“No!” Zoro snaps. He sighs again and crouches “Fine. Get on.”
You cheer quietly and hop onto his back. Your arms go around his neck “Zoro’s the best…”
“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t puke on me.”
You rest your head on his shoulder, finally closing your eyes.
Zoro walks, steady and strong, even with you on his back.
Behind you, Nami whispers to Sanji, “He’s totally soft for her.”
Sanji shrugs “Still don’t get what she sees in that mosshead.”
Zoro’s ear twitches “I can hear you, idiots.”
The streets are quieter now. Fewer lights. Fewer people.
You’re still on Zoro’s back, half-asleep. Your cheek rests against his shoulder. His body is warm, and his footsteps steady.
Sanji walks ahead with his hands in his pockets. Chopper’s beside him, talking excitedly about a candy shop he saw. Nami looks at the stars.
Then it happens.
“Oi, oi… look at those two up front.”
The voice comes from a shadowed alley. A group of men steps out. Maybe five… no, more. Eight? Ten?
All of them wear smug grins and old, ragged clothes. Drunk or bored, or both.
“Redhead’s got legs for days” one of them whistles.
Another points at you “And that one’s already clinging to her man. What a shame.”
You blink slowly, still a little tipsy, but even you catch that.
Zoro stops walking.
Nami’s eyes narrow “Great.”
Sanji steps forward fast, arm out in front of Nami and Chopper “Let me handle this.”
Zoro lowers you gently to the ground “Can you stand?”
You nod smiling proudly at you don't even know what “Mmhm. I’ll try my best”
He steps away from you, his hand already on one sword.
The men keep talking.
“Hey sweetheart,” one says to Nami, “you and your friend here, ditch the blond twig, the dog and that Grinch. We’ll show you a good time.”
Another laughs “Yeah the drunk one too. Bet she’s easy.”
Everything goes still.
Sanji’s eyes glow with rage “What did you say?”
Zoro doesn’t speak. He just draws his sword with a soft shing.
The leader of the group smirks “Look at these pretty boys. Gonna cry?”
Sanji takes off his jacket slowly “Nami-swan, Chopper—stay back.”
Chopper grabs Nami’s hand and pulls her behind a cart “Be careful!”
Zoro turns his head slightly toward you “Sit down. This’ll be quick.”
You nod and sit near the cart, leaning against it.
The men charge first, loud and sloppy.
Bad idea.
Sanji moves like fire, one man down with a spinning kick.
Zoro is calm and cold. His sword flashes but he doesn’t cut them, just knocks them flat with the dull side. Quick. Clean. Brutal.
But then someone tries to sneak around.
Toward you.
“Hey, maybe I’ll take the quiet one... she cute”
Zoro’s blade is at the man’s neck in a second. His voice is low, dangerous.
“Say another word.”
The man gulps.
“Zoro” you whisper. You’ve never seen his eyes like this. Sharp. Dark.
“I’m fine,” he says “But I don’t like people looking at you like that.”
Sanji grabs another by the collar and slams him into the ground “Next time you look at a lady like that, I’ll rearrange your face.”
The rest scatter fast. Limping, running, one even crawls away.
Silence again.
Chopper peeks out “Is it over?”
Nami sighs “Yeah. Idiots.”
Zoro walks back to you. He crouches “You okay?”
You nod “They were gross.”
He offers his hand. You take it.
“Next time,” he says, “stay close.”
“I was literally on your back.”
He grunts “Still.”
You smirk “Were you jealous?”
He looks away “…No.”
“You were.”
He doesn’t answer, just picks you up again, bridal-style this time.
You blink “What are you doing?”
“You can’t walk, and I’m not letting you fall behind.”
Sanji lights another cigarette, muttering, “Show-off.”
Zoro ignores him. You wrap your arms around his neck again, this time without teasing.
“Thanks” you whisper.
His voice is soft, only for you “Always.”
Zoro still holds you in his arms as the group walks again. You rest against his chest, eyes half-closed, smile lazy.
But after a few more steps, you squirm a little.
“Zoro?”
“Hm?”
“You can put me down. I can walk now.”
He pauses “You sure?”
You nod “Promise. I’m not that drunk anymore.”
He stops and gently lowers you onto your feet. His hands linger on your arms a second longer, just in case you stumble.
You wobble just a little but stay up.
“See?” you say with a proud smile “Told you.”
He nods “Fine. But don’t fall again.”
You start to walk, but then he does something strange.
He reaches down… and takes your hand.
Your eyes widen a little. So do Nami’s.
Even Chopper notices “Whoa… Zoro’s holding hands?!”
Zoro doesn’t let go. He doesn’t look embarrassed, either. Just keeps walking like it’s nothing.
Nami raises an eyebrow “Since when do you hold hands in public?”
Sanji raises both eyebrows “Yeah, mosshead, you sick? Got a fever or something?”
Zoro glances at them “Tch. I just don’t want her tripping.”
Chopper runs up beside him, grinning “But you never do that! That’s so cute!”
Zoro sighs but doesn’t snap “Yeah, well. You’re fine, Chopper. Just don’t push it.”
You look at him. Really look. His face is calm now, jaw relaxed, grip warm around your fingers. Not too tight. Not too loose. Just… right.
You don’t know why you feel shy suddenly.
But you say it anyway.
“I have a crush on you. Do you like me back?”
The group stops walking.
Zoro blinks. His eyes meet yours.
“I’m your husband...” he says, flatly “Literally.”
You freeze. Then blink “Oh yeah.”
And then you squeal.
You start bouncing in place, grinning like crazy “You do like me!”
Zoro doesn’t even try to hide the tiny smile that pulls at his lips.
You drop his hand and throw your arms around his neck “Zoro, I like you so much!”
He catches you easily “Yeah, I know.”
And then you kiss him.
Right there. In the middle of the street.
It’s soft but sure. You lean into him. He lets it happen.
He kisses you back.
Chopper covers his mouth “Oh my god…!”
Nami gasps, then laughs “This is so going in my diary.”
Sanji nearly drops his cigarette “I hate this timeline.”
Zoro pulls back just a little, still holding you “You’re drunk.”
You whisper, “But not that drunk.”
He exhales slowly “Yeah. Sure.”
You rest your forehead against his “I love you.”
He answers without thinking “I love you too.”
Another pause.
“You just said that out loud?” Nami shouts.
Sanji groans loudly “This is a nightmare.”
Chopper claps his hooves “They’re in love! So cute!”
Zoro finally sets you back down, brushing your hair out of your face.
“Come on,” he says “Let’s go back before the idiots behind us explode.”
── .✦ Sanji:
The Thousand Sunny docks at a bright island full of music, shops, and food stalls. The air smells like grilled fish and sweet fruit. It’s the kind of place the crew loves.
“Let’s eat everything!” Luffy cheers.
“You say that on every island” you say, smiling.
“Because it’s always true!”
You walk beside Sanji, your fingers brushing his. He takes your hand without even looking and brings it to his lips.
“My beautiful angel,” he murmurs “Shall we find a feast worthy of your beauty?”
“Just one that won’t kill us,” you joke “Please.”
The crew ends up at a cozy restaurant near the center of town. There’s a band playing outside, and the tables are shaded with bright cloths. People are drinking and laughing everywhere.
“Find a seat,” Sanji says “I’ll handle the food.”
You touch his arm “Don’t take too long.”
“Only death could keep me from you, mon amour.”
You roll your eyes, but your heart does that little flutter. Sanji always talks like that. He means it too, in his own dramatic way.
You sit with Nami, Robin, and the others. Everyone’s talking and laughing. Luffy tries to steal bread from someone else’s plate. Typical.
At the counter, Sanji orders. That’s when two women walk in, locals, dressed in soft, colorful clothes. They spot him instantly.
“Oh no,” Nami mutters “Look who just walked into his life.”
You turn and see them. One’s got curly black hair, the other wears silver earrings that swing when she walks. Both walk straight to Sanji.
You watch calmly.
“Hi, stranger” says the taller girl.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” the short one asks, leaning close.
Sanji smiles politely “Just visiting. I’m with friends.”
“Too bad,” the tall one says “We were hoping you’d say you were alone.”
“Oh? Then I must break your hearts, ladies,” he says, still smiling “I’m already spoken for.”
Your chest warms at that. But still… he doesn’t leave.
Then the shorter one laughs and says, “Just one drink. That’s not cheating.”
Sanji hesitates. He looks toward your table. He meets your eyes.
You shrug with a soft smile “Go ahead.”
He raises an eyebrow “Are you sure?”
You nod “You’re too polite to say no anyway.”
He stands there for a moment longer. Then he sighs dramatically, presses a hand to his heart, and says, “Forgive me, my love. It’s only a drink.”
“Don’t fall in love with anyone” you say.
“Impossible. You already own my heart.”
He walks with them to a small table in the corner. They giggle. One pours him something pink into a glass. He keeps his hands to himself, posture perfect, but he talks, smiles, flatters. You can almost hear the compliments from here.
Zoro leans closer “You’re really letting him do that?”
“Why not?” you say, sipping your drink.
“He’s literally flirting right now.”
“No. He’s just being Sanji.”
Robin chuckles “You trust him.”
You nod “I do.”
Still, your eyes don’t leave him. Even if your heart knows he’s yours, it’s hard to ignore two girls laughing at his jokes.
After ten minutes, he stands up, bows, and walks back. One of them tries to touch his arm, but he gently steps away.
“Thank you, ladies. But my real treasure is waiting for me.”
When he sits beside you again, you hand him a glass of water.
“Done being too polite?” you ask.
He takes the glass “It was torture, I swear.”
“You looked like you were enjoying yourself.”
“I was praying you’d come save me.”
You laugh “Liar.”
He leans closer “I only ever mean it when I talk to you.”
You smile and take a bite of your food.
But you don’t let go of his hand under the table.
The meal is almost done. Luffy’s plates are stacked like a tower. Usopp is bragging about something that never happened. You lean back in your chair, sipping a cold drink. Sanji sits beside you, close but calm.
You feel his warmth next to you. You feel… okay.
Until they show up again.
The same two girls from earlier. The tall one waves. The short one smiles like she’s just so happy to see him again.
“Is this seat taken?” the short one asks, already pulling over a chair next to Sanji.
“You’re back,” Sanji says politely “What a surprise.”
You don’t say anything. You’re watching. Listening.
They sit anyway.
Tall girl rests her arm on the back of Sanji’s chair “You left so fast earlier. We didn’t get to hear more about you.”
Short Girl adds, “We’ve never met someone so… elegant. You must be used to lots of attention.”
Sanji chuckles nervously “Please, you flatter me.”
You raise an eyebrow. He’s not leaning toward them, but he’s not moving away either. He’s being polite. Too polite.
You glance at Zoro. He’s smirking.
Nami mutters under her breath, “I’d slap them.”
Robin sips her drink “This is getting interesting.”
One of the girls tries to feed Sanji something off her plate.
You drop your fork.
Everyone goes silent for a second.
Sanji finally leans back “Ladies, I can’t—”
You stand up slowly. You smile. But not the nice kind.
You walk over and rest your hand gently on his shoulder. He turns to you like the sun just came out. You don’t look at him yet. You look at the girls.
And you say, loud and clear “That’s my husband.”
The words hit the table like thunder.
Both girls freeze. One blinks. The other pulls her hand back like she touched fire.
Sanji turns bright red. His eyes go wide. Then his mouth falls open “Y-your… husband?”
You finally look at him.
“Yes. You’re my husband, aren’t you?”
He starts nodding so fast it’s like his head is going to fall off.
“I’m your husband!” he says, grinning like an idiot, heart eyes in full bloom “Forever and ever! I belong to you, my love!”
He grabs your hands, kisses them one after the other “Your husband. Only yours. Always.”
You smile sweetly at the girls “Thanks for keeping him entertained.”
They stand up awkwardly, mutter something, and walk away quickly.
Sanji’s still holding your hands. Still blushing. Still staring at you like you just saved his life.
“I love when you get possessive” he whispers.
“You just love when I call you ‘husband’” you say.
“…Maybe.”
You lean down and kiss his cheek “Then behave, husband.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
Sanji’s still holding your hands like they’re sacred treasure. The girls are gone, the crew is snickering quietly, and you finally sit back down beside him.
He hasn’t taken his eyes off you.
“You’re incredible” he whispers.
“You’re lucky I am.”
He gives you a dreamy sigh “Marry me again.”
“You’d flirt with the waitress at the wedding.”
He gasps “I would never!”
“You’d compliment her hair while holding my hand.”
“…I would,” he admits “But I’d still only see you.”
You give him a look. That look.
And then you glance down at his hands.
“Hey.”
“Yes, angel?”
“Why didn’t you wear your ring today?”
He blinks “What?”
You raise an eyebrow “It’s usually easier once they see that you’re taken.”
Sanji looks down at his bare left hand like he just noticed it. Then he immediately starts digging in his coat pocket.
“I—I was washing dishes this morning!” he says, panicking “I didn’t want to scratch it! I swear I meant to put it back on!”
“Uh-huh.”
He finally finds it. A simple gold band, a little worn from kitchen life, but still shining.
He grabs your hand and slides it on with dramatic care, like he’s proposing again.
“There. Forgive me?”
You hold up your hand and show him the matching one on your finger.
“I always wear mine.”
He groans “I’m the worst husband ever.”
You lean in close “You really are.”
He tilts his head, eyes hopeful “But I’m your husband.”
You sigh, pretending to be annoyed, but you can’t help the smile creeping across your face.
“Yeah,” you say softly “You are.”
He lights up again.
“You make me crazy” you say.
He kisses your hand “Then let’s be crazy together.”
“Get a room, this is disgusting.” Zoro says while drinking.
“Nooo, no room. I want to see.” Brook replies getting punched by Nami before he can even do his usual laugh.
The crew laugh but you don’t put your eyes away from your husband, blushing and smiling softly and he does the same.
── .✦ Law:
The fire crackles in the middle of the camp. Meat sizzles, drinks pour, and the air is full of laughter and victory.
The war is over. Kaido is down.
Tonight is for celebration.
You're sitting close to Law, sake cup in hand. It’s warm in your chest now. The fourth cup? Maybe fifth? You lost count. Whatever. You’re relaxed. Happy. Tipsy.
You lean back, stretch, and laugh at a joke Usopp just told, even if you didn’t fully hear it.
Shachi blinks “She’s having fun. Someone mark the date.”
“I’m telling her you said that” Ikkaku warns, grinning.
Law glances at you “You good?”
You grin “Mmhmm. Sake’s nice.”
He hums but watches you for a beat longer.
Across the fire, Luffy stands on a barrel “This party needs more energy!”
Sanji spins around at your laugh “Y/N-chwaaaan! You look radiant in firelight! Please, dance with me!”
You shake your head and gesture at Law “Taken.”
That single word makes Penguin choke on his drink.
Kid raises an eyebrow “Taken, huh?”
You smirk and lean into Law’s space, voice teasing, “Don’t worry, Captain. I’ll make it obvious.”
Law narrows his eyes “What does that mean?”
You grab his hat, pluck it off his head, and drop it on your own. It’s too big and slides over your eyes.
Shachi lets out a shriek-laugh “Oh my god, she’s wearing his hat!”
“Y/N, give it back.” Law says flatly, reaching for it.
You tilt your head “No.”
“Give it—”
“Say please.”
He stares at you “You’re drunk.”
“Didn’t say no” you sing.
Zoro makes a low sound that might be a laugh. Sanji, meanwhile, is clenching his wine bottle like it personally betrayed him “She’s flirting with him? With that guy?”
Nami snorts “They’re sitting in each other’s space, Sanji. She’s on him.”
“Tragedy!” Sanji whispers.
You grab Law’s face with both hands “Hey.”
“What.” he says stiffly.
“You know I like you, right?”
The fire quiets. Everyone freezes. Even Luffy stops mid-meat-bite.
Law tenses “What are you doing?”
“Reminding you. In case you forgot.”
Shachi and Penguin look away. Bepo buries his face in his paws. Ikkaku groans “Oh no, it’s happening.”
You poke Law’s cheek “I like your murder face.”
Kid laughs out loud “Murder face?!”
“Shut up” Law growls, glaring across the flames.
You curl up next to him, still wearing his hat “So handsome.”
“Y/N,” he mutters, voice low “Stop.”
You tilt your head “Why? You’re mine, right?”
“…Yes.”
Usopp drops his cup.
“Excuse me?!” Sanji shouts.
“Did we just get a whole relationship reveal during party time?” Nami blinks.
Robin smiles gently “I was wondering how long they’d keep it quiet.”
Kid looks between you and Law “You? With him? Damn.”
“Respect.” Heat adds, raising his drink.
You raise yours too, still leaning into Law “Cheers.”
Law looks like he wants the ground to swallow him.
You wiggle your fingers in Law’s hair, still wearing his oversized hat.
“You know,” you say, voice soft but playful, “you’re kind of impossible to ignore when you blush like that.”
Law tries to pull his face away, but you catch his chin gently “Don’t be shy.”
He groans, but you can tell he’s smiling behind the cup he’s raising to hide his face.
Sanji is practically vibrating with jealousy a few feet away “Oi! Don’t hog the captain! She’s mine too, damn it!”
You laugh “Sanji, you’re sweet, but Law’s got me.”
Law’s eyes flash toward Sanji “Careful.”
You glance back at Law, eyes sparkling “You know you’re the hottest boyfriend I could ask for.”
Law freezes. Then, deadpan but with a tiny smile, he says, “I’m your husband.”
The camp goes silent.
For a split second, your brain glitches—wait, husband?—and then you explode, louder than anyone expected, “OMG YAYYY! I FORGOT YOU MARRIED ME! BEST NEWS EVER!”
You throw your hands up in the air, practically bouncing in your seat like you just won the lottery. Your smile stretches impossibly wide, and your eyes sparkle with giddy excitement.
“Law! We’re married! Can you believe it?!” you gush, nearly knocking over your sake cup “I totally forgot you married me! I’m so lucky! This is the best news ever!”
Law’s eyes widen as he watches you go full-on happy dance mode, his usual calm cracking. He reaches out quickly, steadying you by the shoulders.
“Hey, hey, sit down.” he says with a low chuckle, his voice gentle but firm.
You wobble slightly but don’t stop grinning “Can’t! I’m too excited!”
He sighs, shaking his head fondly, trying again to settle you “You’re going to fall.”
You catch his hands, laughing “Maybe, but it’s worth it!”
Law’s cheeks darken just a bit, but he can’t help the soft smile tugging at his lips “You’re ridiculous.”
You lean closer, eyes bright and teasing “Ridiculous? I prefer when you call me adorable.”
A few of your crew are watching, amused. Penguin smirks “She really lights up when she talks about you.”
“Yeah, I’ve never seen her this happy” Shachi adds.
Law’s hand stays steady on your shoulder, and after a moment, you finally settle back down, still glowing.
“Don’t scare me like that” he mutters quietly.
You squeeze his hand “Never. You’re stuck with me... husband.”
He groans dramatically but the warmth in his eyes says otherwise “I’m already regretting marrying you.”
You laugh “Good.”
Luffy’s mouth is wide open, still holding half a meat leg “Wait… married?!”
Nami drops her drink “You two are married?!”
Kid bursts out laughing “Well, no wonder you’re so attached, freaky doctor!”
Sanji’s jaw drops, completely stunned “Husband?!” He looks like he might faint.
Bepo squeaks and hides behind a tree.
You bounce happily “Yep! Secret’s out! We’re married, but only the crew knew.”
Law sighs, adjusting his hat back onto his head “I wanted to keep it quiet.”
“Too late now! You said that yourself!” You grin.
Robin chuckles “Well, congratulations. I always thought you two were close.
Zoro shrugs, grumbling, “Figures.”
You lean into Law, wrapping your arm around his waist “Guess you can’t escape me.”
Law looks resigned but happy “Good.”
Sanji crosses his arms, muttering, “I need a drink…”
You giggle and whisper to Law, “Worth it.”
Law just shakes his head with a small smile.
The campfire flickers as everyone recovers from the big reveal. You lean against Law, still smiling but your eyes hold something deeper, a shadow behind the joy.
Law notices. His gaze sharpens “You’re quiet now.”
You take a shaky breath “I… I'm drinking to forget, but it's not working.”
His eyebrows knit “Forget what?”
You glance away, voice low “How you almost died in the fight. I saw you, Law. It scared me.”
For a long moment, no one speaks. The warmth from the fire feels heavier.
Law’s usual hard edge softens, and he reaches out slowly to pat his hat on your head.
“Hey” he says quietly, voice gentle.
Law reaches out and pats his hat gently on your head. His voice is low, almost careful.
“You’re important to me.”
You look up at him, surprised but steady “Same here.”
His hand lingers a moment on your shoulder before he pulls back slightly, the usual sharpness softened.
He almost forgets you’re in public, his hand lingering on your shoulder like he wants to pull you close. The tough captain’s guard drops for just a second.
Kid smirks “Whoa, Law getting soft.”
Penguin frowns, eyeing your sake cup “You’ve had enough.”
You reach for it again.
His hand shoots out, stopping you “No more.”
Shachi nods “We need you clear, not drunk.”
You pout “But I’m having fun!”
Bepo hops closer, worried “Captain, she’s too loud already.”
Law stands, arms crossed, watching you “They’re right. No more drinking.”
You frown but lower the cup “Only because you said so.”
Law’s lips twitch into a rare smile “Good.”
Your crew surrounds you protectively.
Ikkaku teases, “Lucky he’s soft with you.”
You lean on Law, feeling safe “I am.”
Sanji mutters, “Unbelievable...”
Law’s hand slides around your waist, pulling you close “Stop worrying now. Stay with me.”
You sigh happily “Always.”
── .✦ Shanks:
The sun is high. The air smells like salt and grilled fish.
The Red Force is docked near a lively island. There's music, laughter, and drunk pirates everywhere. Shanks is somewhere near the tavern, talking too loudly, laughing like nothing in the world is wrong.
You sip your drink under a shaded canopy near the docks, far from him but close enough to hear his stupid laugh.
You haven’t spoken in four days.
Not since the fight.
"You're impossible" you’d said.
"You're too stubborn" he'd answered.
Then silence.
Now? You're pretending he doesn't exist. He's pretending the same. Except that you know he sees you. Just like you see him. Always.
“Why are you even mad?” Lucky Roux had asked.
You didn’t answer. You didn’t even know anymore.
“Wanna talk about it?” Yasopp tried.
You glared at him until he walked away.
Suddenly, a shadow falls over your table. You glance up.
It’s a man. Not part of the crew.
Tall. Dark skin. A silver earring. Broad shoulders and a smirk you don’t trust.
“You look lonely” he says, leaning close.
You raise a brow “I’m not.”
“No one should drink alone on a day like this.”
You say nothing. But you don’t tell him to go away either.
From across the street, you feel Shanks before you see him. He’s leaning against a wall, one foot crossed over the other, grinning lazily.
He’s watching.
Of course he is.
The stranger sits down beside you “Name’s Davor” he says, offering a hand.
You shake it, quick “Mm.”
“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing away from the party?”
You smile, small. Still not interested. Still mad.
But then your eyes meet his again... Shanks.
He tips his head slightly, smug as ever. His eyes are saying, Go ahead. Play. You’re still mine.
Your blood heats up.
Fine.
You turn to the stranger, eyes a little softer “You look strong” you say, laying a hand lightly on his arm.
He grins, surprised “I train a lot.”
You let your fingers trace the curve of his bicep “I can tell.”
From the corner of your eye, Shanks pushes off the wall.
Still smiling.
Still calm.
But his jaw is tight now. You know that look. He’s coming.
Davor leans closer “Careful. You keep looking at me like that, and I’ll think I have a chance.”
“Yeah, but careful...” you say, smirking “I bite.”
“I like that.”
You let out a fake little laugh, sweet and mean at the same time.
Shanks steps behind the man without a sound “Hey,” he says, cheerful “Enjoying the view?”
Davor looks up “R...Red-Haired Shanks?”
“Red-Haired Shanks, yes.” He nods at you “That seat’s taken.”
Davor blinks “She didn’t say she was—”
“She didn’t have to” Shanks cuts in, voice low now.
You lean back, sipping your drink, acting bored.
But your heart is racing.
Davor glances between you both “I didn’t mean any disrespec—”
Shanks claps a heavy hand on his shoulder, all teeth “Course not. Just be careful. Some things look unclaimed when they’re not.”
Davor stands quickly “Got it. Sorry, ma’am.”
He walks away fast.
Silence.
You look at Shanks.
He looks back, eyes hot and shining.
Neither of you says anything.
Then, he leans down, his lips near your ear.
"That was cute," he murmurs "Trying to make me jealous."
You roll your eyes “Didn’t try. Just succeeded, or you wouldn't even be here.”
He chuckles “You done being mad?”
You shrug “Maybe.”
He reaches for your drink, takes a sip without asking “Good. 'Cause I’ve missed you.”
You don’t reply.
But you don’t stop him when he sits beside you either.
Not this time.
Shanks stretches his legs out under the table like he owns the world, like he didn’t just interrupt a conversation you were clearly enjoying.
He takes another sip of your drink. Loudly.
You don't look at him.
He waits a second. Two.
Then “So... was that your type?” he asks, too casual “The whole broody and tall thing?”
You blink at the horizon, bored.
Still not speaking.
Shanks grins. He thinks this is funny "Should I cut my hair and start lifting barrels just to compete?"
Still nothing.
"Hello?" he singsongs, nudging your knee with his "Cat got your tongue? Or did Davor take that too?"
You sigh. Long. Loud. Then, you stand.
His smile falters just a second.
"Where you goin’, sweetheart?"
You don’t answer.
You walk.
Back toward the bar. Back to the party.
Back to Davor, who’s drinking something bitter and looking around like he wants to vanish into the floor.
You sit next to him again.
He jumps “Uh—didn’t expect to see you again.”
You smile sweetly “Why? Did my Captain scare you?”
“...A little.” He laughs nervously.
You lean in anyway, eyes half-lidded, voice soft “Don’t worry. He’s not gonna do anything. I won't let him.”
Across the square, Shanks is still sitting at the table. Watching.
You meet his eyes.
He raises his cup in a little mock-toast. That damn smirk is back, the one that says, Go ahead. You’ll come crawling back anyway.
So you turn back to Davor.
“I didn’t get to finish admiring these muscles earlier” you say, touching his arm again. Slower this time.
Davor blushes, but tries to play it cool “You really wanna keep poking the dragon?”
You grin “Why not? It’s not like he’s breathing fire yet.”
Behind you, you hear a whistle.
It’s Shanks.
You don’t turn around.
You just smile wider.
Let him feel the burn this time.
Davor laughs awkwardly when you run a finger down his arm “You’re bold...” he says.
You smirk “You’re still here.”
He shrugs “Only because he hasn’t killed me yet.”
You glance sideways. Shanks is still at the same table, drink untouched, elbow on the wood, chin resting on his hand and eyes fixed on you.
His smile is now gone.
He stands.
The chair screeches back. He walks slow, boots steady on the wood. No smirk now.
You brace, but don’t look away.
Davor sees him coming and tenses “Alright, maybe I should leave now—”
“No,” Shanks says, voice sharp “I’ll talk.”
You tilt your head “Oh? Now you want to talk?”
“I’ve always wanted to talk.” His eyes burn into yours “But you were too busy flirting with that guy’s forearms.”
You lift your chin “I wasn’t flirting. I was proving a point.”
“To who?!”
“To you!”
He runs a hand through his red hair, frustrated “Y/N, what do you want from me right now?”
“I love making you jealous” you say, arms folded, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
He steps closer “I’m not jealous” he says, jaw tight. Then softer, “Just… stop.”
His voice lowers even more “You were right. About the fight. I was stubborn. I didn’t listen. I acted like a damn idiot.”
You blink.
You weren’t expecting that.
“I…” You shift your weight “I don’t even remember why we fought.”
He stares at you “Are you serious?”
You nod “No clue.”
For a moment, the two of you just… stand there. Then his lips twitch. A small, surprised smile. It grows. That warm Shanks smile. Real.
You smile too.
“Wanna start over?” you ask, voice lighter now.
He nods, eyes soft “Yeah. I’d like that.”
You hold out your hand “Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N. I think I have a crush on you.”
He laughs, taking your hand, pulling you in close.
“Babe,” he murmurs, brushing your hair back, “I’m your husband.”
You grin, leaning into his chest “God, I love when you talk domestic to me.”
He kisses your forehead.
“Let’s go finish this somewhere more private.” he whispers.
“Lead the way, Captain” you say, arms wrapping around him.
Davor clears his throat in the distance “So uh… I’m just gonna go—”
“Good call” Shanks says without looking at him.
"Oh Devor!" you call making him turn in surprise "For real... nice arms."
You smirk, still tucked against Shanks’ side, while Davor nods awkwardly and shoots a terrified glance his way.
Shanks turns to you and flicks your forehead. You pout, rubbing the spot like it actually hurt, acting confused about why he did it.
He smiles at you before leaving a kiss on the same spot on your forehead "Idiot, I love you. Now if you're done here..."
And just like that the storm ends.
── .✦ Ace:
The sun is high when the ship docks near a strange little island. Green trees, bright flowers, and weird fruit hanging from every branch. It almost looks like a dream.
You lean on the railing, watching as Ace stretches his arms beside you.
“Another island, another chance to explore” he says with that wide grin of his.
You poke his side “Another chance for you to pull dumb pranks?”
He laughs “No promises.”
He always pranks you. Hiding your shoes. Filling your drink with chili powder. That time he pretended to fall overboard just to hear you scream his name.
You still haven’t gotten him back.
Not yet.
As the crew unloads, you stay close to Ace. You already know the plan.
Marco leans in and whispers in your ear, “You sure you wanna do this?”
You nod “He deserves it.”
Thatch tosses a weird purple fruit into your hands “This will do the trick. Looks freaky, but it’s just sweet inside. Take a bite, pretend you lose your memory. He’ll freak.”
Ace is walking ahead, clueless. You smirk. Time for revenge.
The moment comes during lunch.
Everyone is sitting under a big tree. The sun is warm. Laughter fills the air.
You sit beside Ace and hold up the fruit “Hey, look what I found.”
Ace raises an eyebrow “That looks… sketchy.”
You shrug “You afraid of a fruit now?”
He scoffs “No. I just don’t want you turning into a duck or something.”
You grin and take a bite.
Everyone goes quiet.
You chew slowly, then suddenly drop the fruit and grab your head “Ow… what… what’s happening…?”
Ace sits up fast “Babe?”
You look around, eyes wide “Who are all of you?!”
He freezes “Wait, what?”
“I... I don’t remember anything! Why am I here?! Who are you?!” you shout, pointing at Ace.
"Yeah sure... nice prank, now you can stop alreaady." he says rolling his eyes at you.
You try your best to stay serious, confused and scared... and it actually works because one look over at you and Ace scrambles to his knees “It’s me! Ace! We’re pirates! You love me, remember?!”
You stare at him like he’s a stranger “Pirates?! I don’t even like the ocean!”
You hear muffled laughs behind you, Thatch’s hand over his mouth, Marco shaking with silent laughter, Izou biting his lip so hard it might bleed.
Ace grabs your shoulders “You’re joking. Right? Right?!”
You blink at him, dead serious “Please don’t hurt me! Someone help!”
He turns pale “What?! Hurt you?! I would never! I—guys, help! What do I do?! Should we call a doctor?! Is there a doctor fruit?! I don't know!!”
You sniff, faking a tear “I don’t even know your name!”
He holds your face gently, panic all over him “It’s Ace! Portgas D. Ace! We’ve been together for years! You sleep on my chest every night, you steal my food, you… love me.”
You’re so close on giving up already, you hate seeing him like this. But then you look over at the crew and they start silently making gestures to make you continue it.
And you do.
You’re back on the ship.
Ace insisted.
“If she sees our room,” he told the crew, “she’ll remember everything. Right?”
Marco just raised a brow “Maybe.”
Thatch was trying not to burst into laughter again “Yeah, maybe.”
So now you’re walking beside Ace, pretending to be confused but curious.
You glance around the deck, eyes wide “This is… a nice boat.”
He corrects you instantly “Ship.”
“Right. Sorry, bro.”
Ace flinches “Bro?”
You smile sweetly “Yeah. You’re being really nice to me, bro. I appreciate it.”
He narrows his eyes “You called me ‘lovebug’ yesterday.”
You shrug “Guess I was weird before the memory loss.”
He mutters something under his breath.
When you reach your shared room, he pushes the door open with hopeful eyes.
Inside, it’s warm and messy. Blankets kicked half off the bed. His shirt on the floor. Your hairbrush sitting on the dresser.
He points at the pictures stuck to the wall “See? That’s us. Kissing.”
You tilt your head “Wow. Looks like I liked you a lot, bro.”
He looks physically wounded “Please stop calling me that.”
You walk over to the bed and flop down “It’s comfy in here.”
Ace stands there, running a hand through his hair “You really don’t remember any of this?”
You shake your head with wide, fake-innocent eyes “Nope. But you seem chill. Kinda cute, too.”
He perks up “Cute?!”
“Like… for a brother.”
He groans “I’m not your brother!”
You stare at him, unblinking “Sorry. Bro.”
Ace falls to his knees beside the bed and grabs your hands “Okay, no. That’s it. This has gone too far. Bro here. Bro there. Bro??? I’m your husband!”
Your eyes go wide “What?!”
“Yeah?” he shouts “We sleep together, we travel together, we fight together, we’re in love! You kiss me every morning! You steal the blankets! You chew too loud but I still love you! And don’t make me say what we do closed door now!”
The rest of the crew looks annoyed by this last sentence.
“It’s not like you’re quite “closed door” anyway…” Marco says as if he’s scolding you both.
But Ace doesn’t even seem to care. He just stares at you with the sorriest expression you ever seen on him.
You sit up fast, eyes softening at Ace. The prank suddenly doesn’t feel as funny anymore.
“…Ace.”
“I don’t care if you don’t remember me,” he says, voice quiet now “I’ll make you fall for me again. I’ll tell you everything, every story, every stupid moment. I’ll wait as long as it takes.”
Your chest tightens.
You bite your lip, then finally blurt out, “Ace… I’m sorry. It was a prank.”
He blinks “What?”
“I didn’t think you’d fall for it that hard! I thought you were just playing along until a minute ago!” you say, grabbing his hands “It was Thatch’s idea. I just wanted to get you back! I didn’t mean to… Ace, I’m so sorry.”
He stares at you in silence.
Then slowly leans back.
Then throws his hands in the air and screams into the room.
“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?!”
You’re hugging him, trying not to laugh and cry at the same time.
Then you hear a snort.
Then a muffled cackle.
Thatch is holding his stomach, tears running down his face “OH MY GOD. ‘BRO?!’ BRO?! I’M YOUR HUSBAND?!’ I’m gonna DIE.”
Marco leans against the wall, arms crossed, shaking his head with a small smile “I warned you not to prank someone more dramatic than you.”
Izou is fanning himself “I almost broke character when she said he was ‘kinda cute’... That was brutal.”
Ace whirls on them “You were all in on this uh?”
Thatch throws both hands in the air “Obviously!”
“You could’ve given me a heart attack!” Ace says.
Marco smirks “I was watching to make sure you didn’t set the ship on fire with your emotions.”
Izou snickers “That speech, though. The blankets. The chewing. I was this close to crying.”
You nudge Ace “Aw. They all thought it was sweet.”
Ace glares at you, then at the others “You’re all monsters.”
Boo! Greetings, my kinky mochis and welcome to my first Kinktober! I'm quite nervous, but also excited to be trying this challenge. I hope my writing can live up to your wildest fantasies. I’ve catered this list according to your requests (and my self-indulgence). I’ll try my best to complete every prompt and add more —keep in mind it won’t be every day, but mostly, since I must be realistic about my writing habits and want to deliver the very best. Feel free to join this event’s tag list by commenting on this post or any of the solo texts. I’ll also be implementing a personal tag for this event #mochi kinktober since I saw other creators do it. What day got you most excited? So, ready to go trick-or-treating?
DAY 1. handcuffs, orgasm control 🫀 | Sabo
DAY 2. degradation, semi-public, possessive sex 🫀 | Portgas D. Ace
DAY 3. cum licking, outdoor sex 🫀 | Monkey D. Luffy
DAY 4. praise kink, multiple orgasms, creampie 🫀 | Shanks
DAY 5. lingerie, mirror sex 🫀 | Black Leg Sanji
DAY 6. monster fucking, creampie 🫀 | Charlotte Katakuri
DAY 7. medical play, dacryphilia 🫀 | Trafalgar D. Water Law
DAY 8. blindfolds, impact play 🫀 | Eustass Kidd
DAY 9. breeding, daddy kink 🫀 | Roronoa Zoro
DAY 10. orgasm denial, kneeling, marking/biting 🫀 | Mihawk Dracule
DAY 13. fire play 🫀 | Portgas D. Ace
DAY 11. oral sex, overstimulation 🫀 | Monkey D. Luffy
DAY 12. dom/sub, sensory dep 🫀 | Sabo
DAY 14. spanking, brat taming, hair pulling 🫀 | Trafalgar D. Water Law
DAY 15. sex pollen, messy sex, threesome 🫀 | Roronoa Zoro & Black Leg Sanji
DAY 16. size difference, punishment, quiet sex 🫀 | Charlotte Katakuri
DAY 17. threesome, voyeurism 🫀 | Shanks & Mihawk Dracule
DAY 18. finger sucking, dildos 🫀 | Yamato
DAY 19. writer’s choice, double penetration 🫀 | Portgas D. Ace & Trafalgar D. Water Law
EXTRA DAYS. birthday sex, breeding/creampie 🫀 | Trafalgar D. Water Law
A man at the bar disrespected you and—before you could even react—someone had already kicked him straight through a wall.
You were frozen, trying to process what had just happened, when the blond man turned to you… and the scary aura instantly melted away. He asked if you were alright in the softest voice imaginable.
Then, once you shyly nodded, he immediately launched into full dramatic-gentleman mode.
You were charmed instantly…
That’s how you ended up not only falling in love with him, but also sailing the seas with the Straw Hats.
In the beginning, intimacy with Sanji was done “the right way” (his words): he was the perfect gentleman— attentive, giving, making sure you came multiple times before he even considered himself.
You weren’t complaining. It was incredible.
But you also started worrying that he was always pouring everything out and never receiving.
So one day you decided to flip the dynamic. You wanted him to feel just as loved and spoiled as he always made you feel.
Sanji folded instantly.
He was so excited to finally be on the receiving end, to let himself be pampered and taken care of.
It didn’t always start sexual.
Sometimes, after a rough day, he’d just barge into your quarters without a word, flop his head onto your lap like an exhausted puppy, and turn into the clingiest, whiniest baby.
It took him a while to warm up to being vulnerable during sex.
But once he got a taste? He was ruined for going back.
He melts in your arms. He craves you taking full control every now and then.
A little reassurance, some sweet talking, and suddenly he’s in deep sub-space— flushed, dazed, staring up at you through those long lashes, whimpering and begging.
“Chérie, please… I’ll be good… please, please, please… mhm, I can’t—I can’t take it anymore, please touch me…”
Since he asked so nicely, and he’s been such a good boy, he gets everything he wants and more.
Ace
Ace looks intimidating as hell from the outside.
When you first saw him on the ship—grumpy, constantly trying to fight Pops, with that insane Devil Fruit and ridiculous strength—you thought he was just stubborn and terrifying.
Then he slowly let his guard down around the crew… and turned out to be the complete opposite.
Once he was comfortable, he became goofy, chaotic and incredibly whiny.
He talked nonstop, word-vomiting at whoever got caught in his orbit.
And eventually that orbit included you.
Just when you thought he couldn’t get any more of a big baby, he fell in love and proved you very wrong.
He needs to cuddle you every single night (and gets moody if he misses it).
He shows up randomly during your tasks just to steal a kiss.
One time Marco almost lost his mind because Ace kept trying to sneak into your room when you were sick.
Marco had banned him to prevent spreading the illness, so Ace spent three straight days moping around the Moby Dick, whining to anyone who would listen (mostly torturing Marco).
He even slept outside your door. Marco let out the most tired-old-man sigh when he saw the idiot lying there in a very uncomfortable position the next morning.
Sex is no different.
Ace wants to fuse your bodies together— literally.
He’ll whine that you’re “not close enough” five times before you finally smack him.
Even when he’s buried inside you, it’s still not enough.
He wants your souls to merge.
He’ll start strong, enthusiastic, in control…
Then you suck his cock and he completely crumbles.
A lot of things make him fold instantly: you wearing his hat while riding him, marking up his neck, tugging his hair just right…
The man could get hard just hearing you breathe.
And he’s loud.
Everyone on the ship knows exactly when you’re fucking because Ace cannot shut up.
He moans, whimpers, curses, talks the filthiest pirate dirty talk.
Sometimes you have to sit on his face just to muffle him.
It works every time— Ace is in heaven, pulling you down with both hands so your full weight is on him.
Problem is, he pays zero attention to oxygen.
He’s already passed out twice from it… and he’ll probably do it again before he learns.
Afterward he’ll sleep face-down, buried in your chest like a human weighted blanket.
In winter? Perfect.
In summer? You suffer.
He still wants to do everything even when the heat is unbearable— not to him, but to you...
Thatch
Thatch isn’t as intimidating as the other commanders.
He’s probably the friendliest to newcomers, always cracking bad jokes and making people feel at home.
With you, he was no different— welcoming, warm and secretly slipping you extra treats.
You never imagined this man could be anything other than a giant teddy bear.
Until the day the Whitebeard Pirates faced a serious threat and you got caught in the crossfire.
Compared to those monsters with their deadly skills and powerful Devil Fruits, you were helpless.
You thought it was over— until suddenly ten enemies were on the ground bleeding in seconds.
“Are you alright?”
You looked up and saw Thatch, swords still drawn, expression deadly serious.
You’d never realized how terrifyingly good he actually was with a blade.
In your head, his only weapon was a spatula.
After that day you grew closer, and eventually feelings bloomed.
Thatch wasn’t whiny at first.
But once you accidentally unlocked that side of him… oh boy.
This man is dramatic as hell.
A slightly unenthusiastic nod while tasting his new recipe? He’ll act like you just told him his cooking is trash (half the time he’s just teasing, but sometimes he’s 100% serious).
Like the time you forgot to kiss him goodnight.
He was insufferable the entire next day until you “repaid the kissing debt”
He’s usually a service dom, but sometimes he gets in a mood.
You started noticing the signs: sudden clinginess, quieter voice, that sad-puppy energy.
One day everything felt off and he looked like a wilted vegetable.
You asked what was wrong. He said “nothing.”
Then mid-thrust he suddenly buried his face in your chest, stopped moving entirely, and let out the longest, most defeated sigh.
“Thatch, darling… what’s wrong?”
You were used to his theatrics, but nothing prepared you for what came next: “I just… I want to be your little princess tonight.”
You almost laughed at the wording and the way he said it.
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t want to think or do anything… Today was so stressful, I just want…”
“You want me to take the lead?”
It was the first time you’d seen him look so openly pathetic— and it was unfairly attractive.
When he slips into that whiny, needy subspace he becomes incredibly clingy and vocal.
Soft little pleas of “Please baby, touch me more” and “I’ve been good, right?” Big strong arms wrapped around you like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets go.
It’s rare, but when Thatch lets himself go like that, he’s the sweetest, neediest version of himself.
He doesn’t ask for it often—he likes being in control—but when he does, or when you offer to switch things up, he gets this cute, giddy little spark in his eyes.
Honestly? The man deserves princess treatment more than anyone.
Shanks
Shanks is a bitch.
A whiny, annoying, red-haired, shameless bitch who knows exactly how to get under your skin.
He’s a brat. A menace.
And you love that filthy, unwashed, unshaven cunt way too much.
The way you met? He drunkenly kicked some creeps bothering you… then immediately started bothering you himself.
The whole Red-Haired Pirates crew panicked. Benn had to drag him away while Shanks whined “Noooo, I want to go back to the pretty lady!”
Once Benn finally got him under control, Shanks just gave you the saddest little wave. “Bye, pretty lady :(”
And somehow… you were charmed (?)
The next day he showed up sober, bowed dramatically, and apologized like a gentleman.
You curse the day you let this chaotic pirate hurricane into your life.
And you curse the day you joined his crew because of love.
The only woman on board— if it wasn’t for Benn you’d have gone insane within a week.
Loving Shanks means dealing with his two modes: harmlessly goofy and affectionate… or absolute rat.
One second he’s all “Not here, kitten whiskers. Daddy will discuss it later” (and getting smacked for it), the next he’s a puddle of whines, clingy and needy.
It gets worse when he’s drunk.
He’ll keep you glued to his lap, kissing you shamelessly in front of everyone.
And fuck, he’s an incredible kisser.
You end up letting his hands slip into your panties right there in public and you genuinely stop caring who sees.
“Can’t have you the way I want you here,” he mumbles between messy kisses.
You can feel how hard he is against your thigh.
If you don’t stop him now, he’ll fuck you on the table for the whole bar to watch.
So you convince him to go back to the ship.
He’s reluctant— he’s lazy, warm, comfy and doesn’t want to move.
But the second you leave without him? He’s stumbling after you like a lost dog.
The walk back always takes forever.
He stops in every dark corner to keep kissing you, rutting against you, whimpering and breathing shakily once the ache becomes unbearable.
Never in a thousand years would you have imagined the Emperor of the Sea could be like this.
And yet… here you are.
Pleasantly surprised doesn’t even begin to cover it.
Bonus: I didn’t feel like writing it, but Luffy and Roger also fall under the “Big, strong, and… whiny?” category.
