sanji is attentive, especially towards those he loves, and especially when it comes to you. although you never complain about the food he makes, he notices when you poke around the plate a bit, shovel down the food with a thick swallow. at first, he thinks it's just his cooking, but the more he switches up the spices, the method, he realizes there are certain things you just don't like.
he wouldn't do this for just anyone, but he’s determined to figure you out. nami and robin get special treatment, but you're a different matter entirely—he doesn’t just want to impress you, he wants you to enjoy your meal. so sanji starts to keep a running lists of the foods you prefer and those you quietly choke down. he'd never point out that he notices, doesn't want to embarrass you in front of the rest of the crew, but he does go out of his way to prepare things you enjoy.
even when supplies are running low, he'll save a little extra, stay in the kitchen a little longer, just to make sure you never feel forced to eat a meal you don't like. even if it means he has to make something different for you and you alone, he'll still swing the dish in front of you with a flourish, set it down with a casual smile, as if you'd place your order in a proper restaurant. "for you, angel."
you always look back at him with surprise, offer him a small smile, whisper a thank you, sanji that sends his heart all a flutter. if the rest of the crew ever notices, they never say anything.
Summary | You should’ve known better than to bring a mysterious plant aboard the Going Merry. When you run into some strange side effects from its pollen, Sanji offers to lend you a hand.
Warnings & Notes | 18+, fem!reader, sex pollen, smut, porn with v little plot, friends-to-lovers, fingering, oral (f receiving), some spit play, lil bit of dirty talk, unprotected sex (oops sanji cums inside)
Author's Note | Impatiently awaiting the release of S2 got me inspired to write a personal favorite trope of mine. I've never written a sex pollen fic before, so I hope everyone's happy with the results (and that I got Sanji's characterization right lol)!
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God, you were so stupid. As the crew’s botanist, it was your job to know plants, to determine what was safe or deadly, what could serve as a salve or a poison.
Yet, the flower you encountered on a recent stop to an exotic port - beautiful, bright, and fragrant - left you perplexed. You couldn’t identify it immediately, and your curiosity got the better of you, so you eagerly brought it aboard the Going Merry for study.
And now, you understood why the salesperson seemed to be laughing at you as they happily accepted your coin; you should’ve known that something so pretty would be dangerous.
The damned thing was an aphrodisiac, a kind of strange stimulant that you’d never encountered before. Once you’d finally found an entry on it amidst the pages of your botanical reference books, your stomach dropped with dread. You’d had the plant aboard the ship for days, though thankfully it had been secluded to the closet serving as your sad excuse for a room - you were cramped in there with your books and tools and that stupid flower, none the wiser to what it was slowly doing to you.
You’d been exposed to its pollen for days, breathing it into your lungs as you pondered over it, touching the delicate petals and coming away with soft grain on your fingertips. At least you weren’t dumb enough to have ever thought about consuming any part of the plant - that would have made things truly unbearable, as you’d come to learn that that was the fastest means for its reactions to take hold.
At first, you thought maybe the flower wouldn’t have any effect on you, considering that you hadn’t felt any different in those days isolated with it. And even once you’d found another entry in your encyclopedia detailing its slow burn results, you thought that perhaps you’d incorrectly assessed it, again because you felt nothing.
But after three days around the thing you felt… something. A twisting in your stomach, a heat stoking at your core. You tried to ignore it as the day went on, but with each passing minute you could feel something taking over - Usopp’s smile made you antsy and nervous, Nami’s pretty legs crossing one over the other shot desire through you like lightning. Shit, you had no business getting all worked up about your friends like that, but it was simply out of your control.
And it only got worse when Sanji tried his usually fruitless flirty tactics, lingering close enough that you could smell his enticing musk, his suddenly silky voice forcing you to clench your legs. Once that happened, you all but booked it away from everyone else and locked yourself up, only leaving your room to chuck the offensive flower overboard in a panic. There was no way you’d risk keeping it here even a second longer, because just your luck the pollen could somehow get to the rest of the crew, too.
You’d already been cooped up in your room for an entire day, feigning illness. Everyone had stopped bothering you after you practically screamed at them to get the hell away from you. Save for Sanji, annoyingly, who simply couldn’t help but check in on you regularly, offering food and drink and even company.
Sanji had probably done so a dozen times before you couldn’t take it anymore.
You caved to your impulses, throwing open your door and yanking him inside abruptly. You pinned him against the door, hands twisted in the front of his jacket, eyes crazed as you looked into his face. You could feel his body heat, could smell him overwhelmingly. Sanji - blissfully unaware of the state you were in - looked far too pleased to be pressed between you and the door, eyes gleaming and grin cheeky.
You loathed to tell him what was going on - you didn’t want any of your fellow Straw Hats to know about this embarrassing predicament you’d landed yourself in. The plan was to stay locked up until it passed, but Sanji just wouldn’t leave you alone.
“Look asshole,” You spoke through your teeth, body clenching at that stupid smile on his face, a wave of heat washing through you, “there’s… an issue and it’d be better if you stopped bothering me.”
“An issue?” Shit, was his voice always that hot? Despite the twisting in your belly, your glower darkened in an attempt to dampen this ridiculous pining.
Frustratingly, his wolfish grin grew larger, and with a sharp intake of breath, you dropped your gaze before you could do something bad, “Yes, an issue, and it’s not your business, so go away.”
“You don’t look so good,” Sanji began, tone sultry - or was that just in your head? As if he was testing your limits, he lifted the back of his hand to your forehead, and you all but jumped with a gasp, “God, you’re on fire. Maybe a little tea to make you feel better?”
“No.” You relinquished your grip on his jacket, needing as much distance between you two as possible, though this damn room was so cramped it wasn’t nearly enough. Sanji looked you up and down curiously, and even that had the unfortunate effect of causing desire to pool white hot inside you.
“Soup?” He offered in a taunting voice, evidently finding your current state amusing, not realizing the enormity of it. His brow furrowed some as he moved towards you, to which you pointed in harsh warning.
“Sanji, just go.” You insisted, trying to resist your urge to jump his bones, to drag him back towards you without restraint.
Though still grinning impishly, he held his hands up in surrender, and, shit, that look on his face dared to make you wet, “I don’t like seeing your beautiful self unwell like this, I’m just trying to take care of you.”
Unexpectedly, you moaned at Sanji’s words; his flirtatious remarks had never worked on you before, and you so wished you’d had more control than this.
Your illicit sound caused both your eyes and Sanji’s to widen, and shamefully you tried to step back, but your legs bumped your mattress, meaning you had nowhere to run as you looked about yourself in a panic.
Though there was uncertainty in his gaze, Sanji’s eyes still gleamed with mirth, he still smirked with playful intent. He gave you another slow once over, eyes crawling the length of your body; you had to press your lips tightly together to hold back any more noises that dared to come out of you, your thighs clamping stiffly.
When his gaze eventually trailed back up to meet yours, you clenched your hands, nails digging into your palms, feeling tense all over with how desperate you were for some kind of release. There was something salacious about Sanji’s stare - you could no longer tell if it was real or your imagination. As if he could sense the effect he was having on you, he grinned wickedly.
“If you do need anything,” he started, voice so much more appealing than it had any right to be. He took a careful step towards you, looking between your eyes intently, “you know where to find me.”
A small whine caught in your throat, and you prayed it was quiet enough to be imperceptible. You had to drop your gaze, feeling utterly flushed with heat. But your luck had already run out for the day, because Sanji dipped his head some, and you caught that alluring musk of him again, making you stir.
“What is going on with you?” He teased before stepping back. He turned, hand twisting the door knob when you abruptly blurted out.
“That stupid flower did something to me!” Your words came out fast, slurring together; you weren’t sure what came over you to babble without a thought, but the pollen had seriously dampened your impulse control.
Sanji stopped and quickly spun back towards you. No longer was his expression flirtatious; instead, his brow knotted in concern, his hands grasping your shoulders before you even had the chance to stall him. You took a sharp breath, heat coursing deep in your center and head flustered from his touch.
“What do you mean? Are you okay?” Sanji’s worried tone just made you crave him even more, his instinct to take care of you way too enticing right now; fuck, when would this pass?
“I’m fine,” You squeaked out, thighs rubbing together desperately, “It's just…”
“It’s what?” With a focused look, Sanji felt your forehead again, then pressed his hand gently to your cheek, “You really are on fire, love, maybe we need--”
Again, your words spilled out like a tsunami, “I need you to stop touching me or I’m going to lose it!”
But Sanji didn’t move, so taken aback that he wasn’t sure what to do with you. His expression twisted that little bit more, driving you insane.
“Sorry, what?”
“The plant!” You grabbed his wrists, sure that you must look like a crazed woman right about now. You tried to push Sanji away, but he stood firm, “The pollen was an aphrodisiac and I’ve been unintentionally dosing myself with it for days! So, please Sanji, I feel like I’m about to burst and it's already embarrassing enough that I told you, so go!”
Sanji showed about a hundred emotions in the span of only a few seconds - worry, confusion, understanding, confusion again, until ultimately landing on that dreaded, impish inquisitiveness of his. You could see the exact moment it all clicked, that gleam of delight at your expense, that relishing curiosity. You practically threw his wrists away when you realized that you were still clutching them, groaning deeply with frustration.
Oh, how you loathed the glee in Sanji’s expression; you’d try to slap it away, except you feared doing so would just make you wetter than you already were. As he looked you over again with that trademark grin, you clenched your legs again, toes curling.
“Aphrodisiac?” Was he taunting you? “So that means--”
“Yes, it means I’m horny, okay!?” You hated how feral and aggressive you sounded, hated the way your attitude only seemed to bring him greater entertainment. With a dramatic, vulgar sigh, you dragged your hands down your face, turning away; when your shoulder bumped Sanji’s in your retreat, you jolted with a gasp.
“Well, isn’t that something?” God, he was enjoying this far too much.
“Sanji--!”
“Wait, wait.” He insisted. You closed your eyes, trying to take a soothing breath, but your body just wouldn’t calm down, the desire burning inside you only grew hotter now that he was in on your secret, “How long is this going to last?”
“I really don’t feel like talking about it right now!”
“I’m only asking--” You cut him off with a mean groan, whipping back around to glare at him. Once more, he held up his hands, but the shit-eating grin on his face was enough to make you throb. He waited a beat before trying again, licking his lips far too sinfully for your liking, “Maybe… I can help?”
“Oh my god.” You whined, your body yearning in spite of your better judgement, his suggestion making your pussy clench with the need to be touched. Foolishly, you met his eyes, which only did the job of making you want to throw yourself at him, “Sanji, don’t be stupid--”
“Is it stupid?” He insisted, stepping into your personal space again, your head dizzy with yearning. He ducked his head, eyes staring into yours earnestly, a look not quite like his usual coy ones, “Because, look, would I enjoy a little romp with you? Obviously.” You mewled smally, to which surprise briefly flashed across Sanji’s face, “So, if you think it might help, then by all means, just say so.”
You bit down hard on the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your desire in check, because you feared that you could burst any second now. Though you tried desperately to look mean and glaring, you felt far from intimidating; if that wanton look on Sanji’s face was anything to go by, then you failed miserably.
You wished that you wanted to say no. Oh, that would be so much better than agreeing to Sanji’s offer, because doing something like that with your crewmate - your friend - sounded like it would open up a whole new kind of trouble. But just the idea of it made you squirm, made your body coil like a spring; even just a moment’s thought about the things you could do made your eyes flutter.
You knew better than to go along with it. You weren’t so far gone that you couldn’t think, after all - you knew this could be bad. Unfortunately, the pollen had other ideas.
“No one can know.” You bite, body clenching again.
Sanji shrugged agreeably, playing it casually, “Of course.”
“And it won’t happen again.”
“Sure.”
“… Okay.”
“Okay.”
You stared at each other for a long beat, your chest heaving, Sanji’s eyes hooded as he shamelessly took in your expression.
God, you hoped you wouldn’t regret this.
The space between you was small already, the warmth of his breath across your cheeks causing you to shudder; the corner of his mouth quirked up in response, finally sending you over the edge.
You flung yourself at Sanji like a woman starved, winding your arms around his neck, bodies crashing together ungracefully. He was so damn sturdy, barely stumbling back as your lips feverishly met, teeth clumsily clashing. His arms wrapped around your middle, hands firmly gripping your back, fingers flexing possessively.
The moan that escaped you was downright sinful, your heart pounding rapidly inside your chest, body like static beneath Sanji’s exploratory touch. Fuck, you couldn’t tell if this was helping or hurting, your core hot and cunt pulsing, your jumping under his tender fingertips. It was pathetic the way you clung to him like a lifeline, bodies flush and mouths brazen.
As your fingers tangled in Sanji’s hair, a groan rumbled in his chest that made you frenzied, your kisses growing sloppier, tongue snaking between his lips. God, his taste was intoxicating, his tongue twining with yours, his hands unyielding nonetheless gentle as he groped at your body. Rolling your hips against his, you made yourself whimper at the feel of his firm chest, his pelvis pressing to yours.
Maybe you should have done this sooner.
Determined not to break from Sanji’s luscious lips just yet, you blindly spun the two of you around, his calves bumping the bed. Understanding what you wanted, he gripped you tightly while dropping down atop the mattress, drawing you into his lap as you moaned again.
Mouths heatedly pressed together, you shifted to better straddle Sanji’s fit legs, his cock twitching near your center. If your head wasn’t already spinning you may have been embarrassed by how wet you were, soaking through your panties.
Sanji’s hands wandered, squeezing your ass hard enough to make you gasp, using his grip to grind your hips down against his. You tugged roughly at his hair as you moved together, rutting back and forth along his growing length, clenching with the need to be filled.
Your mouths were greedy, tongues feverish, kissing as if desperate for one another’s air, noisy sounds of pleasure humming in both your throats. Sanji’s hips bucked just right beneath you, meeting you in time with the deep grind of your hot pussy.
When finally he broke from the kiss, a string of drool connected your lips, a whine sounding from your throat. Keeping up his slow, steady rhythm, Sanji met your eyes darkly, drinking you in with utter desire; you damn near came just from that look alone.
“However you want me,” he whispered against your lips, noses brushing, breath mingling. Your hips stuttered, to which he greedily grasped your ass and matched your rhythms again, “Yours to do with as you please.”
“Fuck--” You couldn’t help but gasp, feeling impossibly more turned on. You almost hated him for how damn effortlessly those sultry words came to him, grinding your hips roughly against his cock, delighting in the way his eyes momentarily crossed, “Promise?”
A short, lustful laugh escaped Sanji, his fingers groping you nice and tight, “Like this, love, I’d promise you anything.”
Another desirous sound whined in your throat as you captured his lips in a searing kiss, fire scorching bright inside you. Hips rutting rapaciously, your hands wandered down his neck and torso, shoving at his jacket as if it personally offended you. Urgently, Sanji threw it off before he grasped at you again, not wanting to lose a moment of exploring your body.
The flex of his muscles beneath your hands was maddening, taut and strong and just asking to be bit and kissed. You frantically worked the buttons of his shirt, nearly popping them as you worked your way down, down, down till the damned thing was open. Your fingers slid along Sanji’s washboard abs, causing you to groan because, fuck, this was the body he’d kept covered up all this time?
As if you couldn’t trust your touch, you split from Sanji’s lips to lean back and drink in the sight of his body, hissing desirously at how damn good he looked. Your nails scratched up his sides, over his pecs and abs, and when your lustful eyes turned back towards his, you practically keened at the focused way he was watching you.
Holding eye contact, you leaned down to nip at his chest, causing him to yelp; your body tightened as you giggled hungrily, mouth trailing up his collarbone and neck, kissing just below his jaw. Sanji leaned his head back as he twitched between your legs, letting you ravage his skin, biting and sucking and kissing to your hearts content, hickeys or teeth marks be damned.
As you all but consumed him, Sanji’s hands slid up the back of your shirt, palms hot as he traced your skin, arching into his touch. Both of your hips had fallen out of rhythm, and so Sanji reached up to grip the back of your neck, pulling you away so he could meet your eyes again.
“Let me touch you.” It sounded like both a question and an instruction, your cunt tight with utter desire. You nodded, catching your breath, and then Sanji abruptly flipped you onto your back.
Splayed on the bed, you ogled as Sanji brushed back his hair and dropped his shirt to the floor. You bit your lip, eyes hooded as he crawled over you; he pressed a single, dizzying kiss to your mouth, pulling back before you could latch onto him again.
As if understanding your urgency to be touched, Sanji’s hands reached beneath your shirt again, yanking it over your head speedily, exposing your hot skin to the cool air before he did the same thing with your shorts. You wiggled under his wandering gaze, drinking in every curve and blemish of your body like you were a three-course meal.
He lowered his mouth to your chest, biting your breast as you had done to him earlier; you bucked and gasped, feeling his smile against you. He sucked at your skin, insistently creating a hickey just above your bra, meanwhile reaching between your warm bodies, fingertips grazing over your pelvis, to which you whined.
Sanji sighed longingly as his hand moved lower and lower, teasing at you through your thin, damp panties; you clenched with a wanton mewl, desperate for so much more of him. Kissing far too tenderly over the hickey he left behind, his mouth trailed down, tongue gliding a wet trail along your stomach, ghosting along the flimsy fabric keeping him from you. For a moment, you held your breath, hands eagerly twisting in the bedsheets.
Hooking his fingers in your panties, Sanji tugged them down to your ankles, his hot breath teasing near your clit as you shucked the undergarment away with a wiggle of your foot.
He lingered painstakingly, and you looked down your nose at him, brow knotted with impatience, mouth agape as you sucked in a breath of air. His eyes were large and black with lust as he, too, glanced back towards you, expression both sweet yet taunting. You were tempted to reach out and grab his hair, to guide him towards you, but even in this fervor you managed to refrain, though you weren’t sure how long that flimsy self control would last.
“Look at you…” He sounded awestruck, and the lust in his tone made longing swirl tight around your heat, toes curling.
Now, you did reach out, fingers weaving into his hair a little more roughly than intended; it felt as if you had less control the more your desire continued to stew.
“Sanji, please.” You whispered keenly. The sound of his name on your lips like that stirred something deep in him, his gaze dark and craving, “I… shit, I need you.”
He grinned wickedly, though even the taunting in his tone was flirtatious, “About to come undone already?”
You nodded, eyes pleading, “I’m like a fucking cat in heat.”
Sanji chuckled, breathing hot against your clit, causing you to twitch, “Oh, love, I’ve got you.”
And with that, he plunged a finger inside you without warning, a surprised mewl leaping from your lips as you threw your head back. God, there was no way in hell that alone could feel so good, and yet your eyes crossed, hand flexing in Sanji’s hair. He, too, groaned at the feel of you as if utterly enthralled.
Under his breath, he groaned faintly; you were so wet, clenching around his finger, making his cock twitch in his trousers. He pumped once, twice, before sliding a second digit between your slick folds with ease, wasting no time or teasing; your body was so utterly ready for him that it was intoxicating.
The pace of his thrusts steadily picked up, your hips rolling with his movements, gasps escaping your parted lips. Your head lulled, swimming with lust as your body pulsed around him, limbs twisting pleasurably.
Fingering you greedily, the scent of your desire hit Sanji, his hips bucking against your leg in need of friction.You felt nearly pathetic, the way you rocked against his hand, the way you writhed with moaning satisfaction. Even his heavy breathing, hot on your inner thigh, sent burning waves up your spine; and when he pressed the heel of his palm against your clit, you fucking shuddered.
God, you thought this would help, but Sanji’s fingers buried inside your cunt only seemed to make you wetter and needier, as if nothing would be enough to satiate you. And when he spread his fingers wide, stretching you out deliciously, you cursed that damned plant, even as pleasured whines slipped past your lips.
As he fingered you nice and deep, Sanji’s mouth trailed hot, wet kisses along the inside of your leg, sighing contently at the taste of your salty skin on his tongue. His fingers hooked, curving up into your cervix, palm steadily massaging your clit as you keened unabashedly, toes curling and knees shaking, yanking roughly at his hair. With a hiss, he bit your flesh, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to surprise you, your hips bucking again.
“Fu-uck--!” You whined, his hand unrelenting as your eyes crossed, orgasm washing over you with a surge. For that split second, it was utter bliss, vision starry and limbs melting; but like some cruel joke, your body almost immediately grew tense and tight and desperately unfulfilled again.
That stupid plant.
You tugged encouragingly at Sanji’s hair, meeting his gaze over the swell of your heaving breasts - he was still knuckles deep inside you, eyes blown and an enthralled grin on his lips. You caught your breath, pussy clamping around his fingers, causing him to moan deep inside his chest; your body shook from the aftershocks of pleasure.
“I need more,” You instructed breathily, more like a plea than anything else. You felt as if your body was crawling, causing shakes and pulses, a twisting heat growing so big inside you that it hurt. Oh, that small bit of logic still within you was embarrassed at the way you were practically begging Sanji, needing him to make you feel good.
“My pleasure…” He said huskily, immediately tossing all of your embarrassment out the window because, fuck, he was so hot right now, making you feel so good, taking care of you like this--
Then his mouth was on your clit in the next instant, and you could have fucking burst right then and there. Your hips bucked up against his warm tongue, Sanji using his free hand to keep you down, fingers flexing in the fat of your thigh. A contented hum vibrated in his throat and your pussy, making your knees quake.
Bursts of pleasure pulsed through you as Sanji sucked your clit, his fingers continuing their wanton pumping, slower and deeper than before, pressing delectably against your cervix again now that he realized just how frenzied it made you. Your hand twisted in his hair, pulling eagerly as your hips rocked against his mouth, eyes rolling back with sinful mewls. Fuck, his tongue was goddamn perfect, swirling where you were most sensitive, lapping from pussy to clit, teasing as he slowly pulled his fingers from you before plunging back in.
Your legs were already shaking again, buzzing with satisfaction; Sanji groaned deeply at the sweet taste of you, and your knees nearly clamped around his head with a gasp.
His fingers stopped pumping, pulling out of you so he could ravage your pussy with his mouth instead. You jolted as his tongue dove between your folds, his hands tightly grabbing your legs to keep you still.
You threw your head back, drool pooling on your tongue as you rode against Sanji’s mouth, tugging his hair harshly, struggling to keep your legs spread for him. He consumed you like a man starved, licking along the strip of your cunt, diving into you, nipping your clit. Every single touch was like electricity shooting through your veins, body twitching and jumping, at the will of Sanji’s touch.
His tongue was feverish, growing sloppier and more insistent, fucking in and out of you, his own hungry sounds driving you crazy. Your body felt out of your control as you writhed, legs shaky in Sanji’s hands, hips stuttering with each lap of his tongue, fingers twisting tightly in his hair.
“Fuck, please, please--!” You muttered a nearly incoherent mantra as your hips rolled greedily, hands tugging harshly at his scalp. Sanji knew exactly what he was doing to you, mouth gaining urgency, causing your legs to nearly clasp around him again; but still, he kept them wide open in his grip. The titillation was practically unbearable as you wiggled beneath him, crying with delight, quaking as your vision went black with another earth shattering orgasm.
As you came, eyes crossed and expletives escaping you, Sanji continued his ravaging, eating you out as if he couldn’t get enough of your taste. The stimulation was nearly overwhelming, whining high in your throat, hands yanking at his hair again and again because you felt so damn good that it nearly hurt.
He finally relented, coming up for a gasp of air. His lips were shiny with your slick as he grinned wickedly, delighting in your blissed out expression while crawling up your body.
Catching your breath, that scorching heat reignited like an unscratchable itch, causing you to groan desperately in Sanji’s face. He chuckled, an enticing rumble in his chest that made your body ache for him. You could smell your fragrance on his mouth as he hovered over you, arms braced either side of your head as your noses brushed.
“You alright, love?” He spoke against your lips, the taste of yourself drawing another hum from inside you.
You wound your arms tight around Sanji’s neck, catching his lips in an impassioned, feverish kiss. Hooking your ankles around the back of his legs, you drew his body atop yours, rolling your hips against his straining erection and causing him to grunt. Your tongue snaked past his lips, tasting yourself everywhere.
As you rubbed your body with his, Sanji’s hand cupped your jaw with a surprising tenderness. There was something almost romantic about it, and you found that thought so intimidating that you abruptly broke away from the kiss, darkened eyes finding his urgently.
You ached again, the lustful needs of your body feeling like a drug high, pussy still wet and desperate, an ache coiling greedily within you. Sanji’s dick teased you through his trousers, and you ground against it insistently.
“Sanji,” the way you whined out his name caused his cock to twitch, both of you gasping with hunger. Normally, you wouldn’t speak so plainly, but considering you weren’t exactly in your right mind, the words just spilled out of you, “It’s getting worse.” When he raised his brow, you elaborated while slowly grinding against him, “Everytime I come, I need more.”
Sanji’s jaw hung slack, enjoying the way you moved against him, enraptured by your unrestrained ache for him. His voice was low and erotic against your lips, “I told you to use me, didn’t I?”
You whined again desperately. Even as you burned for him, you managed to taunt, “Confident you can keep up?”
But even that quip conjured thoughts of all the ways he could make your body feel good, and your legs flexed hungrily around him. If you weren’t so high with need, you would have glowered at that dangerous look he gave you, but unfortunately, it just made you want him more.
“For you? Oh, I could do this all day.”
You tightened like a spring, a desperate moan in your throat as you clumsily began to fumble with Sanji’s trousers, practically ripping them off in your haste. For a moment, the two of you were an awkward tangle of limbs as he shoved out of the remainder of his clothing, skin hot and sweaty to the touch, dick grazing along your stomach and pelvis as you grew hungrier for him. Your nails raked along every bit of skin you could reach, dragging along his abs and waist, trailing down his back to the curve of his ass, where you dug in just a little.
Sanji propped himself up on his hands, drinking in the sight of you as you ripped off your bra, the final offensive article of clothing flung away blindly. You took the opportunity to cast your gaze down between you, licking your lips as you eyed Sanji’s cock, red and swollen and just right.
God, you couldn’t believe that you’d just written him off this entire time, that all this time you ignored this striking man with his wicked smile and sultry eyes, his goddamn perfect physique and--
“Droolin’, love?” He teased, drawing your eyes back up. Yes you wanted him deep inside you, you wanted to take all of him; but you weren’t so foggy with desire that you couldn’t taunt him back.
“Are you?” You ask with a jeering curve of your brow. Impulsively, you opened your mouth good and wide, sticking your tongue out flat with a look of anticipation.
Sanji let out a long breath at the sight of you like this, his eyes growing dark as he grasped your jaw. Much as you would have enjoyed him to be rougher and more domineering, it wasn’t quite in his nature; no, his grip was firm yet careful, finger and thumb squeezing your cheeks as he drew you up to meet him halfway. Without breaking eye contact, he spit into your open mouth, your body shivering, surprised that he followed through with it. You swallowed with a cheeky, flirtatious smirk.
“Fuck…” Sanji muttered, dragging you up for a brief, searing kiss. You grabbed at his hips, nails digging into his skin, growing impatient for him to make you feel good again. His lips broke from yours, pressing your foreheads together, “How do you want me?”
The question alone made you whine, cunt clenching. The instruction left your mouth before you had time to think about it, “On your back.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Sanji grinned, one arm wrapping around your middle and hastily swapping places with you, sheets tangling as you nearly fell off the edge of the narrow bed.
Your head was swimming with need now that you were on hand and knee over Sanji, so hungry for him that you wasted no time ogling his body or nipping at his skin the way you normally would with a lover. No, you were desperately wet, and you needed him inside you now or else you may lose it.
You felt like an animal, the way you situated yourself over Sanji, reaching between you to give his hard cock a single pump in your hand before guiding him to your entrance.
Staring into one another’s eyes, you sat back on his dick in one slick motion, taking him to the hilt as you both groaned shamelessly, his thighs flexing beneath your ass. You lingered for a moment, cunt pulsing around him, Sanji’s hands gripping your hips, chests heaving. And as if he lit the fire inside you, you began to bounce up and down the length of his shaft.
“My god…” He growled, eyes back and fingers squeezing your hips as you bobbed on his dick, so goddamn slick and wet, bracing your hands atop his sturdy chest. He filled you so well, thick head pushing into you with each drop, sliding between your walls like he was meant to be there.
Oh, being on top was a bad idea, you realized as your eyes crossed, your neediness making you sloppy as you rolled your hips, your bouncing rhythmless as you chased your high. But it felt so good, every damn part of you, the fullness of Sanji’s cock making you dizzy, the way he stretched you out, the way he held onto you almost possessively. Shit, you couldn’t tell what felt best because you were so sensitive, going wild for how deep he reached, for the way his head caught inside you because he couldn’t pull out at this angle, the bit of pressure against your clit each time you moved.
You leaned back, steadying your palms just above Sanji’s knees, the shift causing his dick to meet your cervix, your head lulling back with a cry. You ground your hips in an eager, hectic pattern, clenching and whining at how full you were, gasping as Sanji bucked up into you to get that little bit deeper.
Shit, you were too horny and wet, that damned pollen making you feel like you were on the verge again, every minuscule movement felt good enough to make you cum already. And you knew you would, over and over again, Sanji’s cock fitting like a glove, thrusting against your sensitive clit, filling you to the brim--
“Fucking made for me--” You whimper like a woman possessed as you cum suddenly, abruptly, overwhelmingly. Your nails dug into Sanji’s thighs, body going rigid as you stared up at the ceiling. He twitched inside you, the both of you moaning together at the sensation. If you had the wherewithal, you would have been embarrassed by the thing you blurted out, by the fact that you came so fast again, but already desire was winding back through your body with no end in sight.
“Another one already, love?” Sanji whispered with a mystified grin, lazily rocking his hips with yours, hands trailing up to grope your waist and breasts. All you could do was hum with satisfaction, back arching as he tweaked your nipples. He gave a particularly deep, calculated thrust into you, delighting in the way you mewled, “Ah, but you’re not done yet.”
“Not even close.” You challenged, even as your voice wavered.
Sanji squeezed your breasts firmly, urging you to lean down towards him; he kissed you chastely before dipping his head, your back arching as his tongue swirled one of your peaked nipples.
As he bit and sucked at your breast, his hand massaged your other; his hips slowly began to thrust up into you again. Whimpers spilled past your lips over and over, Sanji’s cock hitting you a little harder each time, his tongue and teeth on your nipple causing your head to spin.
His hands trailed down to grab your ass while his mouth continued ravaging you, giving one cheek a firm slap before pressing you down on his cock. You were so hungry for him, needing more even with him balls deep, needing him like fresh water.
Sanji sucked a dark hickey on the inside of your breast, lips popping as he broke away from your skin. When he looked up at you through his lashes, you cupped his jaw and kissed him earnestly, which was far too intimate considering that this wasn’t supposed to mean anything. The thrust of his hips faltered for a moment, as if he, too, realized the warmth of it, but he quickly sped up his rhythm as if to compensate, skin slapping skin as you groaned into one another’s mouths.
When you gasped for air, you kept your forehead to Sanji’s, the angle of his pelvis rubbing against your clit making you clench and shake. His breath was hot on your lips as his cock drove into you, hand slapping your ass again just to hear you whine.
“I ne-eed--” Your voice hitched, his dick burying particularly good into you, “--need deeper.”
Sanji huffed out an ensnared laugh, thrusting inside you then lingering there. He rolled you against him, captivated by the way your pussy tightened around him, “Deeper?”
You bit down on your lip as he taunted you, grinding your hips together, “Mhm…”
Sanji’s nose grazed along your cheek and down your neck, mouth ghosting along your skin as he spoke lowly, “In that case: up.”
He stopped grinding, spanking your ass again encouragingly. You pushed yourself back to sit atop him, and Sanji’s brows rose pointedly.
“Up.” He repeated, and you then realized what he meant. You lifted off his cock, crying at how empty you were as Sanji pushed out from under you. As he stood, you eyed him up and down like a slab of meat, sighing longingly at his goddamn hypnotically perfect cock. He grasped your chin, tilting your head back to look up at him; he looked good like this, taking charge and commanding.
His gaze trailed from your eyes to your mouth then back to your eyes, a silent instruction that you eagerly obliged, opening your mouth so he could spit into it again. Your cunt tightened as his saliva hit your tongue, wet and needy for him to be back inside you.
Sanji gave you a swift kiss before releasing your chin, watching through hooded eyes as you arranged yourself doggy style before him, though your narrow bed forced you to brace your hands on the wall beside it. You peered back over your shoulder, arching your back impatiently as he simply took a moment to ogle your alluring body.
Just as you were about to whine with frustration, Sanji leaned over you, grabbing at your hips and pressing open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck. You pushed your ass back, the full head of his cock brushing against your curves; he took in a deep breath of your scent, face in your hair, causing you to shudder.
His lips were so soft and sweet along your skin - too sweet, considering the carnal need eating you from the inside out. Maybe under any other circumstances you would have enjoyed Sanji’s tenderness - not that you’d dare tell him as much - but at the moment, all you could do was groan insistently while pressing your ass back.
“Sanji, fuck me.” You urged, causing him to lift his head and meet eyes over your shoulder; you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but there was something serious in his gaze. Just as quickly as you noticed it, though, it was gone, Sanji leaning back to regard your ass, one hand squeezing it while he grabbed his erection in the other, lining himself up with your entrance.
His head nudged at your cunt, teasing up and down the slit, prodding at your clit. Just the baiting alone made you yearn, back arching again needily. He met your eyes once more as he slowly sunk into you, this new angle causing vulgar moans to escape you as he so easily bottomed out, filling you completely. Fuck, he got so deep, head just prodding at your uterus, your pussy constricting around his girth.
He lingered, as if allowing you to adjust to his size, though you were so damn wet and high that you just wanted him to fuck you till it hurt. With a drunken look in your face, you pushed back against his hips, mewling with satisfaction, hands flexing against the splintering wall. Behind you, Sanji, too, groaned, reaching around you to swirl his fingers over your swollen clit; the sensation caused your head to lull back, falling onto his shoulder.
You were damn near tempted to beg for him, to plead that he take you rough and quick. But as the words almost left your mouth, Sanji pulled out, stopping when all that was left was his head, before slamming back into you. You yelped with surprise, eyes crossing as he began to pump his hips, sinking into you over and over, so fast and deep that it was nearly painful - exactly how you wanted it, that goddamn mindreader.
The sounds spilling from your lips were so crass and pornographic - you were never so vocal before, but now you simply couldn’t help it. Not with Sanji’s cock buried perfectly between your folds, his hands squeezing your hips, his mouth hot on your skin. You couldn’t be sure if it was the damned plant making you like this or if it was really, simply him.
As Sanji fucked you like he was the one who needed it, you curved back into him, his chest to your back, hair tangling as his heavy panting blew across your face, the angle of your neck allowing you to rest your sweaty forehead against his chin. God, his own grunts of pleasure were all-consuming, making your cunt tighten and your knees shake; you had to grope tightly at the wall for purchase, feeling as if you could lose your grip at any moment.
“This how you want it?” Sanji muttered hoarsely, to which you hummed eagerly, “More?”
“God, ye-es,” You slurred.
He immediately started snapping his hips with even more intensity, a deep cry leaping from you. He leaned into you heavily, bracing his hands on the wall either side of yours, and you felt like you were going to come undone from how good he made you feel, how his hard cock plunged deep into you, how his hips slammed against your ass urgently.
Shit, there were stars in your eyes as you took him, pussy soaking wet and clenching tight, legs shaky with pleasure. You couldn’t help the way your limbs began to dissolve into jelly, struggling to stay upright, arching as you pressed forward, cheek to the wall in front of you, drool teasing as the corner of your mouth.
Feeling you melt on him, Sanji’s arms snaked around you again, cupping your breasts and forcing you back against him, sweat slick between your bodies as the angle change caused you to keen. His hands were delectably rough, one fondling your nipple as the other snaked down to your front, lingering just out of reach from your clit. His fingers splayed across your pelvis, pressing you back into him firmly, holding you steady as his cock thrust up into you.
“Really am made for you,” Sanji grumbled into your hair, teeth nipping at your ear. With the way your head spun, you nearly forgot what you’d said earlier until he recalled it, the gruffness of his words making you pulse around him. He moaned deep in his chest at the feel of you, hips driving with particular intensity, the pressure above your clit making you dizzy.
Sanji’s hand on your breast trailed up your neck to your jaw, urging you to turn your head so he could kiss you sloppily, his tongue shoving hungrily into your mouth, thrusts unrelenting.
When your lips broke apart, he kept you there, forehead to yours as he groaned, “Say it again.”
The request made a spring tighten deep inside, a moan falling from your mouth into his. Again, under different circumstances, you’d be nearly embarrassed by your dirty talk, but now it just made you wetter.
“Your cock was made for me,” You mewled, voice hitching, lips brushing Sanji’s with each word. He whined, hips persistent up against yours, only encouraging you, “Fits me so fucking good--”
Unexpectedly, his cock slammed up hard into you, the both of you yelping as he stiffened and held you tight. You could feel him cumming deep inside, twitching and grunting, filling you to the brim. And you were right there behind him, turned on so much by the fact that he was spilling into you; you lost control with a wild cry, body trembling with your release.
For a long beat, the two of you stayed just like that, tangled together and panting heavily. Your head was still spinning, Sanji’s cum slowly leaking down your thigh; and like the curse that just wouldn’t quit, your body lit up again carnally, ready to keep going and going and going.
“Shit,” Sanji hissed into your hair, finally coming back down to earth.
The both of you quivered as his hands dropped to your hips, easing himself slowly out of you with a low keen; the loss of him caused his seed to ooze out of you, soaking the inside of your legs. He rested his sweaty forehead between your shoulder blades as he caught his breath.
“Sorry, I didn’t think I’d cum that fast.”
You hummed contently, blindly reaching back to knot your fingers through his hair. Even as your body ached for him again, your lips curved up with jest, “You can do this all day?”
To your teasing, Sanji roughly squeezed your hips; you could feel his smile against your clammy skin, “Oh, I promise that. Just gimme five minutes.”
True to his word, Sanji recovered in record time; you spent those few minutes waiting touching yourself, though even that couldn’t make you feel as good as he did. That goddamn pollen was unrelenting - you’d lost track of how many orgasms you had once Sanji returned to you, using his hands and mouth and cock to bring your ruination time and again. And even then, you kept begging for more.
By the time your body had stopped burning, you realized just how spent you really were, muscles aching in all the right ways, limbs quivering even while you did nothing.
Fuck, even once you were back in your right mind, you couldn’t stop thinking about Sanji - that was the best fucking sex of your life, but how the hell could you tell him that? This was your crewmate, your friend, an obnoxious flirt, and, apparently, some kind of sex aficionado, considering all the ways he managed to make you cum. Once he eventually left the safety and comfort of your room, the spell would really be broken, you weren’t sure how you were ever going to look at him normally ever again.
But right now, as you watched him redress slowly - because he was just as worn out as you were - you tried not to let the panic set in. You were certain there was no fucking way you could just be normal with him moving forward. The thought that you and Sanji would be sharing a secret this big made something coil inside you, and for a moment you nearly panicked, thinking that maybe the plant’s effects hadn’t totally worn off and were back with vengeance.
But, no, it had nothing to do with the damned pollen. You realized, frighteningly, that it was completely and utterly you getting worked up thinking about what Sanji was able to do to you; your reaction had nothing to do with that plant at all.
You weren’t certain if Sanji could tell that you were panicking, because you weren’t sure what was going on in his head, either. Yet, when he met your watchful gaze while shrugging into his shirt, he gave you that dazzling, gorgeous grin of his, and you couldn’t help smiling back; though, the butterflies swirling in your stomach filled you with something akin to dread.
Sanji bit the inside of his lip as he studied your face; it seemed like he was trying to make up his mind about something, which only made you more nervous.
Before you could think or react or stop him, Sanji swiftly dipped down to where you lay on the bed, tenderly cupping your cheek and swooping in to steal a kiss that made your heart skip a beat inside your chest.
Shit, maybe this did mean something after all. And that terrified you most of all.
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Addt, Author's Note | Been a little while since I've written smut, so hopefully this wasn't just repetitive or disappointing lol. I don't totally love the ending, but it isn't the worst, so c'est la vie~
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.
you used your safe word for the first time.
A/N: based on this request, part i is here and is featuring kid, doffy & crocodile. enjoy the meal.☆
CW: f!reader, established relationship, specific CW are listed under each character
WC: 2,3k
one piece masterlists. ☆ my ko-fi
— ft.Trafalgar Law
CW: rough sex, i'm sorry for the safe word but it was so funny, v sex, law is tired
Hair sticking to his forehead, Law snaps his hips forward harshly, the bed creaking under his force. One hand pins your lower back almost bruising as leverage and to keep you helpless, lying flat on your stomach, back arched at a mean angle. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your muffled moans is so obscene in the quiet night. Law’s breath comes in raspy pants. Anxiety and lack of sleep make him rough, almost punishing. His fingers dig into your skin, holding you open for his brutal pace. “Fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth, leaning forward, his chest dewy with sweat pressing against your back, one arm wrapping around your waist to keep you still.
You choke on a broken whimper, holding the pillow as if it was your lifeline. “Slow down!” You try to gasp between strangled sounds.
But Law doesn’t listen, forehead resting on your shoulder, leaving a trail of hickeys on your neck. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you back on his cock with each thrust. “Take it,” He urges you, but your exhausted body is begging for mercy.
“Can’t take it,” you almost weep, Law’s movements becoming even more forceful, as if he was trying to fuck the insomnia out of himself, your body jolting with each impact.
“Just a bit more,” he whispers hoarsely, voice shaking with exhaustion and frustration. Anxiety and fatigue are like monsters inside him, keeping him awake, frustrated, angry, desperate. “I know you’re tired…” your body is practically limp under his. “But I need this.” You tighten your grip on the pillow, vision going blurry for a second. When you turn your head, you watch Law’s flushed face, tattoos glistening with sweat, deep and dark circles under his eyes, how hard he’s fucking you until his body gives up and collapses from exhaustion.
It’s not him. Not anymore.
“L-” You try to speak but air rushes out of your lungs brutally. Unable to take in anymore, your resolve creaks and you exhale a word you never thought you would say so seriously, even less in such a situation. “... bread.”
For a second, Law doesn’t react, his brain too fogged to process. But then, he freezes mid-thrust, the word piercing through the haze of his mind like a needle, his arms releasing your waist as if your skin were on fire. He stares down, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your back. “You said it…”
You never did.
“Can’t take it… you’re too rough, sorry…” You murmur brokenly, body sore and trembling. Law’s eyes snap open, finally seeing you for real - your exhausted state, shaking body, red marks on his hands left on your skin. As gently as he can, he pulls out, turning you on your back. The tears in your eyes, the fatigue on your face… It hits him so hard his heart aches. He really hurt you. He never did. Always have been careful even when being rough.
“Shit.” He struggles to cross your gaze. “Don’t apologize. It’s my fault. I messed up. Again.” You hear the guilt in his voice, witness the vulnerability in his eyes, the concern in his fingers hesitating to touch you despite the need to examine your body. Confused, his walls totally crumbling, Law's quick witted mind finds nothing smart to say. “Sorry,” he just mutters again. “Do you need… to be alone?”
You automatically grip his wrist before he ever has the chance to blink. “Don’t run away. Stay. I just need you… close to me.” You hesitate, then add. “And maybe a hot, soothing shower.”
Law can’t say no to you, especially not when you’re asking for something so simple yet meaningful. Without a word, he helps you to sit up and guides you to the shower. The cursed water immediately affects him, all his strength leaving his body. Totally dizzy, Law still grabs some soap, washing your skin, his hands cautiously looking for injury, examining every single inch of your body. The kiss he presses on your shoulder is so hesitant, but when you melt under his touch, he kisses you anywhere his lips can reach, his gestures carrying all the words he just can’t say. Carefully, he turns you around, only to bury his face in the crook of your neck. Voice muffled against your skin and the water falling crushing over your bodies, he breaks down, apologizing over and over. You grab his chin, pressing a kiss on his lips. “I know you’re sorry. I’m not mad at you.”
“I’m so fucking tired,” he admits, voice breaking - stress, insomnia, guilt, it’s all too much. Despite everything, he dries you carefully, brings you your night clothes and pulls you into his arms, brushing your hair gently, his fingers soothing you, massaging your scalp, the tension in your shoulders until your body gives up. Instead of leaving as he always does when he can’t sleep, Law just stays with you, listening to your soft breath, palm pressing against your pulse points, as if your heartbeat was the only lullaby he needs to put his mind at ease.
Wearing nothing but Zoro’s kimono, skin still wet from the - useless - shower you just took, you squirm, but Zoro grips your hips tighter. “Can’t control myself when I see ya like this, girl…” He snaps his hips, harder, deeper, his large hands spreading your cheeks apart to watch his thick length disappearing inside you, fat tip hitting spots that make you whine. The kimono rides up further with each brutal thrust until it’s bunched around your waist completely. “Shit, look at this ass…” He squeezes it hard before smacking it, captivated by the little jiggling of your skin. Your vision half-blur, you gasp, the strength of your arms leaving your body as you fall on your forearms.
Zoro ignores your velvet walls clamping around him, too focused on the obscene picture you’re painting - his kimono contrasting beautifully on your skin, your ass bouncing with each brutal thrust. He grabs a handful of your hair roughly, pulls your head back while thrusting even deeper, making you gasp and choke on his cock. Every single vein, every single inch of him is being massaged by your cunt totally puffy. “Takin’ me so well, girl…” He grunts, spanking your ass roughly once more, leaving the mark of his fingers on your poor flesh.
Short of breath, you try to grip the sheets but Zoro tugs on your hair, lifting up your upper body, pressing his broad chest against your back, wrapping one strong arm around your throat, squeezing it tight to hold you in place, his breath coming sharp and raspy against your ears. You gasp again, almost drooling, lips swollen, Zoro’s thick length splitting you open over and over, the sound of wet flesh slapping together fills the room along with your choked screams. “Shh,” Zoro mutters, keeping you in his chokehold to muffle the noises spilling from your lips. Your fingers try to claw his arm, but Zoro’s grip doesn’t loosen, his balls slapping loudly against your cunt with each deep stroke.
“Zo-” You try to speak but air rushes out of your lungs once more. “S’too m-” Another pitiful whimper rumbles in your chest, your eyes watering from the lack of air and overwhelming pleasure.
Struggling to breathe, to think, to speak, you try to use your safeword - but no words come out. Sloppily, your fingers reach for Zoro’s bicep, finding the bandana wrapped around his arm. You don’t even have the time to tug on it, Zoro releases your throat in a blink. “Shit girl… too rough?” He strokes your side as you catch your breath, trying to calm down your thumping heart. As he watches you sputter for air, guilt floods him, realizing how badly he lost control of his strength. He pulls out as gently as he can, still you wince. “You’re okay, girl.” When he speaks, his words sound like a promise, his fingers brushing your hair away from your flushed face.
“It was just too much,” Your voice is broken. “Sorry girl, got carried away…” He murmurs, adjusting his kimono to cover your naked frame, lifting you up with ease. Focused, dedicated as always, he helps you to get clean before dressing up. Noticing how your legs can barely support your weight, he doesn’t blink nor sigh, keeping you in his strong embrace - soothing, safe, not in a chokehold this time. When you finally get out of the bathroom, the night is quiet in the Sunny, sky starry, almost dreamy.
Sitting at his favorite place on the desk, Zoro keeps an arm around your waist, pressing your back against his chest. “Taste,” he murmurs, showing you the bottle of saké he took in the kitchen. The taste of alcohol is almost sweet on his lips, rich, intense - it makes your head spine. “Too much, uh?”
Zoro presses another kiss at the corner of your lips before settling you between his arms, playing with your hair. Distractedly, he ties up your hair with his bandana, exposing the back of your next to his kisses. “You’re okay, girl. It won't happen ever again. Promise.”
And Zoro always keeps his promises.
— ft.Vinsmoke Sanji
CW: overstimulation, mention of squirting, slight fingering, oral sex
Sanji’s tongue is insatiable, sucking lightly on your clit, his hands gripping your thighs to keep them spread wide open. Your body jerks and twitches uncontrollably from the overload of pleasure, but Sanji refuses to let up even though you have cum already way too many times. His mouth is slow, reverent, chin and lips coated with your wetness, kissing your oversensitive, swollen clit, making your thighs almost shut around his head, but he holds them open. “Just cum on my face one last time, love… need to taste you again…” He begs, voice muffled against your soaked cunt, his words vibrating, sending waves of pleasure blended with discomfort through your body.
Trying to ground yourself, you hold onto Sanji’s hair as if it was your lifeline, the sheets beneath you are so damp it’s uncomfortable - you squirm. “Sanji…”
His face is buried so deep between your legs, his nose pressing against your clit as he breathes in your scent, eating you out like if he was a starving man. “You taste so good… you’re going to squirt again for me, right?” Drained out, shivers running down your spine, skin covered with goosebumps, you pant. Sanji doesn’t even care about how painful you squeeze his head with your thighs, solely focused on pulling another orgasm out of your exhausted body. “Just one last time,” he promises, but you know it’s a sweet lie - he could eat you out all day without stopping. Slowly, he looks up along your body, watching your breasts heave with each desperate breath. “You’re so sensitive…”
Gently, he slides two fingers inside you, curling them up just nicely, on purpose to make you squirt. Gasping, you writhe, the sensation building in your lower stomach blurring the frontier between pleasure and pain. He hits that spot inside you, the ones that make you insane - toes curl, eyes rolling back. But not this time. Your head spines. It feels too… everything. Hot, exhausting, weird, uncomfortable.
You’re high. Almost dazed. Pushed into a weird space between pleasure and overload. You feel like you could pass out if you cum one more time. In your dizzy, hazy mind, only one thing comes to you, one word. Voice barely above a whisper, it falls from your swollen lips. “...blue.”
Sanji freezes, fingers stopping their motion - as realization hits him, he pulls them out and looks up at your body, noticing how glazed your eyes are and how your skin is flushed and sweaty. His face is so obscene, glistening with your juice, but he doesn’t care, concerns flickering in his eyes with guilt. “Did I hurt you?” He asks, voice trembling with care and worriness, little tears stuck in his lashes.
“No…” You immediately ensure him. “Just… too much stimulation. Couldn’t take it anymore.” Sanji’s hands trace delicate patterns on your legs, his fingers are all shaky and unsure.
“Sorry… I’ve been so selfish…” His voice almost cracks, heart shattering. It was supposed to be about your pleasure, not his. “Let me fix this. Please?” With wet puppy eyes and a pleading expression, Sanji rests his hand on your stomach.
“You have nothing to fix, I’m fine…” Sanji shakes his head, insisting, and you know he won’t wash his guilt away if you don’t let him pamper you even more than he already does. So you indulge in his genuine, gentle care, how his hands are always kind when they massage you, how he’s always running a bath with bubbles and your favorite dessert waiting for you on the nightstand when you come back from the bathroom. His kisses are always the sweetest - able to melt you, to ease all your worries, especially when they turn into french kisses.
“Are you mad at me?” Sanji asks, unsure, massaging your shoulders, his fingers working on a little knot of muscles.
“I’m not, I swear I’m doing just fine right now. It was just… too much overstimulation.” His gaze locks to yours, trying to figure out if you’re telling the truth. “You know I would never hurt you, right?” He questions again, weakly.
“I know. You’re my sweet boy. Just a bit too obsessed with oral sex.” Cheeks flushed, Sanji coughs, brushing your hair. “I’ll… try to control myself,” he promises and you laugh, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips.
But even if you’re not mad at him - never been, Sanji still makes it up to you for the whole weeks, cooking all your favorite dishes, letting flowers and notes on the nightstand each morning, as if he were trying to apologize for a grave mistake when all he did was being a bit too sidetracked and obsessed with how sweet you taste against his lips.
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wet rag men who… let’s you drag him around and does absolutely nothing about it because he can’t say no to you
wet rag men who… probably has a terrible back posture
wet rag men who… twitches in his pants when you walk past or even mutter a word to him
wet rag men who… does what hes told no questions asked but thats just in general…maybe
wet rag men who… cries when hes overstimulated—sobbing if you will.
wet rag men who… is overly appreciative and cant exactly wrap his head around the fact that YOU, a beautiful being, loves him
wet rag men who… even while dating, still hesitates to hold your hands or start a kiss first
wet rag men who… also cries when being both degraded and praised
wet rag men who… so awkward it hurts. A convo would barely make a start due to him having to stop and think about what to say—and even then itll still be ‘wrong’.
wet rag men who… when kissing you, doesnt know where to put his hands
wet rag men who… feels slightly out of place next to you, how the hell did he bag you? polar opposites
wet rag men who… secretly takes pride in standing next to you most times. he wouldn’t want it any other way
𑣲 one piece boys when they fall for someone in a different crew !
➺ characters included . . .
portgas d. ace , sabo , roronoa zoro , vinsmoke sanji , usopp , eustass kidd , trafalgar law , shanks
➺ tags . . .
fluff , sfw , falling in love , short hcs , slight angst for ace & sanji , gn!reader , strawhat!reader (for non-strawhat characters aside from shanks) , men being lovesick , swordsperson!reader for zoro , major massive huge elbaf spoilers for shanks ,
hymn's authors note ♡
first headcanons post ! ! if you have any suggestions for other headcanon posts you'd like me to do , please send them my way ! ! for all characters besides shanks , zoro , sanji , and usopp -- assume the reader is in the strawhats . for all strawhat boys and shanks , assume the reader is in some other crew ! !
𑣲portgas d. ace
• ace never had any "plans" to fall in love, at least not for a long time. he was content with his newfound family with the whitebeard pirates, and frankly, the hunt for blackbeard as well as thoughts of luffy took up most of his brain power.
• however, all of that changed in the deserts of alabasta. you were absolutely captivating to him. with you, he felt more peace than he had in a long time.
• you had checked all of the "perfect partner" boxes he didn't even know he had — got along well with luffy, a bright smile, a good sense of humor, and above all else, you could keep up with him.
• he'd throw some sly flirts at you or be exceptionally chatty and polite with you. ace would also really like to see your abilities and strengths — he thinks people who can fight are so hot.
• after leaving alabasta and saying goodbye to luffy's new friends, he thought that his brain would go back to normal. however, every so often you'd creep in and give him this sense of hope he never knew he could ever have.
• who knew mr. fire fist could have such a dumb crush on someone? being alone at sea could be daunting sometimes, and imagining holding you to his chest or laying his head on your thighs made him steam a little bit.
• even in the depths of impel down, he still thought of you every so often. of course, his mind was still mostly full of luffy, but thinking about luffy and his new crew eventually led his thoughts towards you.
𑣲sabo
• similar to his brother, sabo never expected himself to fall in love, let alone with a pirate. he always expected that if it did happen, it would at least be with a fellow revolutionary (therefore, more obtainable.)
• it all started going downhill when he saw your wanted poster -- it wasn't love at first sight, rather attraction at first sight. it takes sabo a whole lot more than some pretty eyes to fall for someone! it was about a year into robin being part of the revolutionaries, so he asked her a few more questions about you than he did for the other strawhats. she was suspicious, but ultimately found his curiosity a little cute.
• what didn't help was that he already had interest in luffy's crew, simply because they were luffy's crew. at first, he decided that this "attraction" to you was really just "curiosity" because of that fact.
• oh, but the moment he saw you during the events of dressrosa, he had to try so hard to ignore how hard it was to pull his eyes away from you. of course, his focus was mainly on his brother and how happy he was to see his little brother again, but even despite that there was you.
• he kept his cool, though, because this is sabo.
• koala caught this little crush immediately, and decided she'd make it her ultimate goal to tease sabo about it as much as she could. out of respect for sabo, she didn't make his crush public knowledge, so most of her teasing would happen when it was just the two of them.
• sabo's gaze would linger on your wanted poster for a little too long, and then he'd catch a mischievous giggle from koala. he was trying his hardest to not come to terms with his feelings for the sake of work. no matter how bad he wanted to, sabo couldn't fall for you yet with the state the world was in. he still had much work to do.
• that wouldn't stop him from reading articles about you in the newspaper with a small smile on his face that wasn't the same as the one he had when reading about luffy, and feeling so proud of you for all you were doing. (even though, this is the newspaper and you're a pirate, so he knew he wasn't getting the full story.)
𑣲roronoa zoro
• unlike the other two, it's not that zoro didn't expect himself to fall for anyone, he never even thought about love. of course, he's not that stupid, he knew what it was he just never thought about himself being in love or imagining what kind of partner he'd have.
• zoro had overheard a conversation about you once. at first, he wasn't listening at all and was instead laying on the deck of the sunny trying to fall asleep. however, he tuned in when he heard the word "sword" mentioned. nami was talking about some swordsman pirate she read about in the newspaper who had just done some interesting things. this conversation is what first piqued his interest, but he never really gave it much thought.
• he saw you for the first time during sabaody. you were fighting, and zoro was watching you from afar for a minute, simply because you were using a sword. you seemed pretty talented to him, although zoro, being his usual self, assumed he could win in a sword fight against you. however, the gracefulness you had held still in his mind.
• zoro thought about you a few times during his two years on kuraigana island. it wasn't often, because most of his thoughts were filled with getting stronger and returning to the strawhats, however every so often perona would talk about a story you had in the newspaper. usually, he would start to tune perona out after a few words, but he couldn't ever make himself do that when she was talking about you.
• the next time he saw you was when the strawhats briefly encountered the crew you were part of. this was also the first time he saw you up close in person. you spoke to him first, asking him about his swords and what he does for training. he gave his usual answers, which ended in the two of you bickering, but zoro found this conversation fun.
• when you crossed back onto your ship, he found his gaze one-eyed lingering on you for a second too long, before snapping back to normal and going to take another nap.
• zoro thought of you more often now, mostly of what little he had seen of your sword skills back on sabaody. he couldn't help himself but want to see more, and have more bickering matches with you like the one he'd had when your crews met.
𑣲vinsmoke sanji
• i don't even know where to begin with this guy. when he saw you for the first time -- he was positively awe struck. sanji is usually one to fall fast, but this time he fell fast and oh so hard. in his eyes, you were actual perfection.
• the one downside was you being part of another crew, so he couldn't see you often or cook for you every day like his heart desired. all he wanted was to show his affections for you with his favorite love language, food, and shower you with many, many compliments.
• even so, he'd make light of the situation, calling the two of you star crossed lovers or romeo and juliet whenever you'd occasionally meet.
• sanji especially thought of you during whole cake, when the threat of him being married to another was on the horizon. of course, he was thinking about his crew too and keeping them safe, so he couldn't just run away from all of this.
• he'd think about how if all of this went through, he'd never have a chance with you because he'd be married to another and divorce would be too unsafe because of their situations. sanji knew that he'd still dedicate himself to pudding, but even so he couldn't surpress his thoughts of you.
• sanji felt overwhelming relief when he returned to his crew -- not only because he was back home with his real family, but also he wouldn't be stuck in a life without you being a permanent piece of it.
• even though sanji has crushes quite often and finds a lot of people beautiful, he had never been as in love with someone as he was with you. being the man he is, he was still gentlemanly with women and showered them with thousands of compliments, but somewhere along the line he stopped being able to imagine himself with anyone but you.
𑣲usopp
• usopp doesn't get crushes often. he'll find people attractive here and there, but most of his brain power goes towards getting himself out of all the impossible situations he seems to get himself into.
• he saw you for the first time when the strawhats went to an island for a quick pit stop to refill the fridge. your crew also happened to there, and you and usopp ran into each other in a little gadgets shop. usopp had seen your wanted poster before, and found you slightly intimidating (like he does with most people).
• so, when the two of you ended up talking for a while about some of the random things you found in there and some common interests you had, usopp felt his confidence grow by a lot. he found himself wanting to prove himself to you, more than he had with anyone in the past.
• usopp would think about what you were thinking when he was mentioned in the paper, or what you thought about his "god usopp" wanted poster, or even just what you were doing day by day.
• he wanted to have stories to tell you when he saw you again, but for once, not ones that were exaggerated or untrue. of course, that wouldn't stop him from pushing the truth just a liiiittle bit -- but still, what mattered is that he looked cool and confident and strong to you.
• when the crew first got to elbaf, he thought of you. he'd been waiting to go to this place for so long, and now that he's gotten there, he kept thinking about what you'd think of everything there -- just based on the simple conversation the two of you had in the gadgets shop.
• for a while, he tells himself its not a crush, and that he just admires you because you seem like a brave warrior. but as time went on, he realized it was sort of useless to ignore how his heart beat gets faster when you're even mentioned just in passing.
• usopp sees you as another inspiration to become an even braver warrior of the sea, so that every time you run into each other, he can show off to you!
𑣲eustass kidd
• this is the LAST guy to fall for someone easily. however, when he does and its for a strawhat, he's annoyed with himself more than anything. on the bright side, though, since he holds luffy in a high regard, that must mean luffy's crew is respectable too.
• kidd first caught sight of you during sabaody. you didn't catch his eye much then, though. he was too busy showing off to his fellow supernovas in order to make himself more known than he already was.
• he had thought about you once or twice since then, but when he really fell was 2 and a half years later during the events of onigashima. kidd watched you fight -- strong, capable, and captivating. it takes a whole lot to catch kidd's eye, and you had all that was needed.
• when leaving wano, he was being his usual loud, arrogant self -- but killer noticed him showing off a little more around you specifically. this was a small change, but it was evident that he had some sort of respect for you, no matter what feeling that respect was grounded in.
• killer knew kidd was really gone when he saw this weirdly smug but also ... sparkly? look on his face when they were finally setting off from wano. it was like he was proud to have shown off in front of you. kidd is always proud of showing off, but the expression on his face made killer decide that this pride was rooted in something else.
• eventually, the amount of times you'd randomly pop into kidd's mind and his heart beat would randomly speed up started to piss him off. not at you, he found himself unable to be mad at you, but at his heart or brain or whatever else was acting up because of you.
• even so, there was a small part of him that wished to run into the strawhats just so he could see you fight again.
𑣲trafalgar law
• yet another case of never really seeing himself in a relationship. he was always too focused on his revenge plot, wanting everything to go as planned. he loved his crew, and that's about all that was needed in his life. not to mention, he thought he was going to die and was genuinely prepared to do so. really, he didn't want to put someone through loosing a partner, therefore he didn't want one.
• not only that, with everything on his mind, it's not like he'd fall easily in the first place. that was until he met you aboard the strawhat's ship, of course.
• everyone on that crew was memorable and special in their own ways, and even if he didn't want to admit it they did make a difference on him. however, you made the biggest impact.
• naturally, since you're a strawhat, he had heard of you before — although, he never really thought of you much. even so, law fell for you slow during the events leading up to dressrosa.
• at first, he didn't even realize it was happening since he was too busy thinking about his nearly-realized goals. sometimes, you'd catch him staring at you a bit intensely, but really he was just thinking hardly about something and you were what caught his eye.
• as time went on while law was with the strawhats, he found himself thinking about you more. he'd hang around you often, even if it was just in silence — there was something slightly comforting about you being around him. and with all the chaos happening, he needed that comfort.
• since law was expecting to possibly die during the events of dressrosa, he pushed his feelings down and never gave them any thought. however, by the time he was with his crew again and he felt somewhat safe, he began to miss you.
• law never thought his time with the strawhats would impact him that much, but after being away, he realized it did. or, specifically, you did.
𑣲shanks
!!! warning for super duper major super spoilers for elbaf, tread carefully
• the two of you first met when you were young, him a member of roger's crew and you a member of a different crew. both being young pirates, shanks always waited to run into you so you could spar or talk or whatever you wanted to get up to.
• shanks thought of you often, though he never approached you with any intentions except for those of a rival. he cared for you, so he never wanted you to get caught in the crossfires of his past, who he was born as, and whatever tomfoolery the roger pirates got up to.
• when he was young, he'd imagine a world where he could freely be with you without worrying about your safety because of him. especially after he became a holy knight, then returned to the life of a pirate, and that stupid seal was on his arm. shanks kept a far distance from you while the seal was present, genuinely fearing something happening to you.
• after his arm got bitten off, he felt a sense of relief. not only because that meant his major connection to marie joa and the holy knights was gone, but also because he didn't have to worry about harming those he cared for unintentionally anymore.
• he began to seek you out more often, visiting you just to tell you about random things in his life, pestering you to join him no matter how many times you said you wouldn't.
• and when he couldn't be with you, he'd think about you during the strangest moments. you occupied his thoughts often — more often than he'd like to say out loud.
• however, despite how much he obviously cared for you, because of who he is he could never bring himself to be honest with you about what he was up to or his plans for things. this is also partly why he never decided to actually seek an official relationship with you, no matter how long he'd had feelings. shanks believed you were too good for him, too good for his constant act.
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now with you and 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘, sharing little kisses would be normal between the two of you. platonic, romantic, however you wanted to see it.
you two were at the table, glued to each others sides as luffy practically inhaled his lunch.
"[❦] you’re not gonna eat all of that anyway just share!" he exclaimed, already poking at your spaghetti with his fork.
you were slurping the delicious noodles, savoring it right in front of his face. "mm. dunno, lu’! sanji really did his thing with lunch today tonight."
luffy visibly frowned, eyes batting at you. your tomato-sauce covered lips mirrored his frown, already giving in. you didn’t even have to say it, his fork was already twisted into the noodles, slurping the spaghetti right with you.
it didn’t take long before it turned into some kind of competition on who could eat the most of it, the most off of YOUR plate.
you two were both on the last remnants of the spaghetti, slurping up the same noodle and ended up lips to lips.
"luffy!"
"[❦]!"
"luffy!"
"[❦]!"
the both of you turned to sanji, instantly arguing to him over who ate more of the spaghetti, asking for more. the look on the blonds face showed how irritated he was at the fact that luffy got an easy kiss from you without even trying.
sneaking a kiss onto 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 would be relatively simple. plan it for the middle of the day and find him in his usual napping spot, easy!
your feet padded against the wood of the sunny, eyes scanning for the mossheaded man. you were shocked you didn’t spot him instantly with those loud ass snores that could be heard across the ocean.
you slid onto the floor in the quietest manner, moving in to kiss his cheek before you felt his warm palm against your forehead- stopping you.
"you’re supposed to be asleep, zo’."
"you can’t tip toe for shit."
you rolled your eyes, moving his hand and kissed his cheek. you gave him a cheeky smile and sped off of the deck to go find your next victim, leaving him with a warm face as he sunk back against the wall.
to sneak a kiss on 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈, just ask her if you can test some lipglosses on her. she’d be skeptical at first, but would eventually say yes if you bribe her!
"nami quit movin’!"
you put on yet another gloss, another glossy kiss to her cheek.
"literally what is the point in this and why didn’t you just ask sanji!"
"because he’d pass out and you’re right here!" another kiss to her upper cheek, now you were starting to run out of space.
"what about usopp? or luffy, or hell even zo-" you cut her off, pressing a glittery pink kiss to her lips.
"that one! this color i like this one! thanks nami!" you got up, picking up all your glosses and skipped right out of the girls cabin.
she unfroze, getting right up behind you. "hey, hey what about my berries? come back!"
𝐔𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐏 was right in his workshop, jumping back with a squeal when you whispered “boo” in his ear from behind.
"usopp it’s just me!" you giggled, looking at whatever contraption he had on his work desk. "you can’t just do that while im working, [❦]! but i wasn’t actually scared or anything i was exercising my throat."
"okay okay sorry. what’re we working on today?"
"we are not working on anything. the last time you helped me it ended up with a shining star glitter bomb. i swear i still have it in my hair." usopp muttered, putting some plant into a ball for his slingshot.
"that was totally an accident." you walked around the room, poking whatever you thought was interesting. "stop touchin’ stuff while im not looking."
you didn’t reply, searching through one of his drawers before you found a box that read in bold, "LUFFY AND [❦] DO NOT TOUCH." on it. of course you opened it. a box full of glitter bombs and makeshift slingshots filled the box up to the rim.
a smirk stretched both ends of your lips, picking up a few of the little bombs and putting them away in your pocket. you grabbed a slingshot and another bomb, shooting it right into usopps temple, covering his face and hair in the sparkly substance. "[❦]!!"
before he could get the chance to complain more, you took your thumb and wiped off the glitter on his lips, cupping his face and placed a kiss on them as an apology.
"sorry usopp! gotta go find sanji!"
𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 would be in the kitchen, per usual, flipping through his cook book to find a recipe for the crews dinner tonight. that’s when you slip inside unnoticed and hug him from behind.
“sanji!” he jolted at the feeling of your arms around his waist and the sudden warmth of your voice on his ear.
“[❦]! what’re you doing here, it’s not time for dinner yet, mon coeur.”
you hummed, moving to sit on the counter as he looked up at you. “can’t i visit my favorite cook? but if you truly want to know i wanted to ask for a milkshake.”
before you could even blink, sanji had all the ingredients for your favorite flavored shake in the blender and into your hands. you brought the straw up to your mouth while his patient eyes waited for a response.
after a few sips, you wiped your mouth with a smile. your feet hit the ground you took one more sip. “ten out of ten, sanji. not that i expected anything less.” you could practically see his eyes turn into hearts before you pecked his cheek, swiftly leaving with your drink- (also swiping an extra straw). sanji was love struck and slouched against the kitchen island.
getting to 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 is probably the easiest to get a kiss on out of the crew, probably easier than zoro!
the tiny reindeer was cleaning up the med bay, his face beaming when he saw you walk in. “hi [❦]! can i help you?” you almost melted at the smile on his face, holding up your milk shake.
“yes actually. sanji made me this milkshake and there’s a flavor in it that I can’t put my finger on. wanna try it?” if his face wasn’t beaming before, it was now. chopper nodded his head almost aggressively when you put in that second straw and handed him the milkshake.
“s’good! it taste like he put banana in it!”
“really? i guess I taste it now that you say that.”
while chopper took another sip, you pressed a quick kiss to his forehead, leaving chopper confused but with a free milkshake in his hand so he didn’t question it.
𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 was right where you knew she’d be! right in her library as you carefully tiptoed inside, tips from zoro. she was facing one of the numerous shelves, a book in hand as one of her devil fruit ones grazed the books at the top.
"[❦]?”
you froze in your steps, a frown stretching upon your lips. she hadn’t even turned around and knew you were there! time for plan b.
"m’not [❦]!" you exclaimed confidently in a mock attempt to sound like chopper.
without turning, she chuckled and shut her book. "chopper? my mistake, i wasn’t aware your feet got bigger overnight."
"my feet didn’t get bigger i was just stomping..?" robin turned around finally, striding over to wear you were standing. you rocked back and forth from the tips of your toes to your heels, looking at the floor. "my feet aren’t big."
"no, but you have a very peculiar pattern in the way you walk and it stands out." she poked your nose, making you tilt your head up. "what did you need, [❦]?"
your cheeky smile returned, your hands cupping her face and standing on your tippy toes to give her a kiss right on her cheek. "nothing! that’s it!" and you walked right out.
robin lifted her hand to her cheek, a smile tugging at her lips.
BONUS: 𝐀𝐂𝐄 was sitting right next to you at the dinner table with the rest of the whitebeard pirates, drunkenly holding your hand as he sang along to whatever drinking song the crew was singing.
"[❦]?" he turned to you, cheek slumping into your shoulder. "you’re the coolest girl in all of the seas. dunno how i landed you. so so cool."
"you’re drunk, ace."
"doesn’t mean im not telling the truth." he mumbled, squeezing your hand again, lifting his head. he tapped his cheek with his finger, signaling you. "kiss?"
you rolled your eyes, about to protest but just ended up leaning in to kiss his flushed cheek until he grabbed your face and kissed you right on the lips.
you didn’t get to react before his head fell right into your lap, the same way it did in the middle of eating a good meal. "stupid firefist can’t even keep his ass awake.." you said under your breath, thumb stroking his jaw.
a/n from princess awesomeness: almost forgot i don’t only have to write for one show ☺️☺️ anyway i had no fucking idea what to do for brook and franky so i hope ace suffices. no proofread, DEEP SIGH.
