Big, strong and… whiny?
Content Warning: Smut
Happy New Year! Also, my brain is fried 😔
Sanji
When you first met Sanji, he looked terrifying.
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.
