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Busted! (Secret Relationship)
what if the two of you are in a secret relantionship and suddenly everyone start to realize something is going on?
characters: zoro, sanji, law, koby, ace
(luffy, sabo, kid, shanks, bartolomeo)
words count: around 0.8k - 1.3k each
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── .✦ Zoro:
The Thousand Sunny is quiet most days, but today feels especially peaceful. The crew’s scattered across the deck sunbathing, napping, playing cards, and you? You’re on a mission.
Zoro’s disappeared again.
“Where did he go this time?” you mutter, padding softly down the hallway. You’ve checked the deck, the crow’s nest, even behind the kitchen. Nothing. Then you think... of course! The training room.
Sure enough, you step inside and spot him, dead asleep on the floor, his swords lying beside him like loyal dogs. He looks peaceful, his breathing deep and even. You smile. He really can sleep anywhere.
You don’t mean to sit down next to him, but somehow, you do.
Just for a minute.
Just long enough to rest your head against his shoulder.
Next thing you know, it’s dark. The room’s dipped in shadow, the ship creaking gently. You jolt upright, a little dazed.
“Zoro—sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
But he just grunts, shifting a little. His shoulder doesn’t move from under your cheek.
It becomes a pattern after that.
You find him again a few days later, this time slumped in a corner of the dining room. You lie down nearby. Sleep drags you under before you can think twice. When you wake, your head is in his lap.
“You’re fine” he murmurs, when you apologize again. Like it’s no big deal. Like he’s used to you being there.
And you start to think… maybe he is.
The naps become frequent. Easy. Comfortable. You stop trying to come up with excuses. You sit beside him on the deck while the others chatter. You lean against him while he sharpens his swords. He never pulls away.
One night, you find him leaning against the wall of the storage room, eyes half-lidded, arms crossed. The moment you walk in, he straightens, just barely, but enough for you to know he was waiting.
He pulls you in without a word. A kiss. Slow, familiar. His hands are warm on your back.
“I missed you” you whisper against his collarbone.
Zoro exhales through his nose “You saw me four hours ago.”
“Still.”
He doesn’t argue. Just leans his forehead against yours.
It’s sweet. Undisturbed. Until you hear footsteps and both of you freeze.
“Shhhit” you whisper, slipping away as quiet as you can.
Neither of you sees Chopper peeking from behind a barrel.
The next day, the crew is watching. Not subtly.
You notice Nami watching you with a knowing smirk. Robin sips her tea, but there’s amusement in her gaze. Sanji is glaring daggers at Zoro (okay, that’s normal), but Usopp is squinting at you both like he’s trying to solve a puzzle.
You clear your throat “What?”
Usopp narrows his eyes further “You and Zoro have been acting weird.”
Your heart nearly stops.
You glance at Zoro, who doesn’t even flinch as he takes another bite of his rice “What the hell are you talking about?”
“That you two are obviously acting weird lately...” Nami finally says.
Zoro doesn’t even blink “You’re imagining things.”
“You’re eating your vegetables...” she points out.
Zoro shrugs “Coincidence.”
“You showed up early to dinner” Usopp adds, suspicious.
“Must’ve been a fluke.”
Brook, not missing a beat, says, “I saw you napping with her head on your lap again. Yohohoho~”
You wish you could melt into your chair. But Zoro? Calm as ever.
“She was tired,” he says flatly “What’s the problem?”
Luffy gasps dramatically “You’re dating!!”
Zoro sighs “We were resting.”
You stare at your plate, but a warm touch to your hand under the table grounds you.
Zoro, looking at you like the whole world could wait.
Days pass. You try to be extra careful. Less glances. Less sneaky meetings. Less…everything.
But it doesn’t matter.
Because one night, the crew catches you.
It happens so fast. One moment, you’re on watch duty, and the next, Zoro is there, dragging you into a kiss. It’s heated, his hands gripping your waist, your fingers tangled in his hair, completely lost in each other.
Then “AH-HA!!”
You jolt apart.
Usopp is pointing at you both, eyes wide with betrayal “I knew it!!”
The entire crew is gathered behind him, staring.
Luffy tilts his head “Wait, were we not supposed to know?”
Sanji is fuming “Why him?! You could do so much better, Y/N-chan!”
Robin chuckles “It was quite obvious, honestly.”
Chopper bounces excitedly “I saw them sneaking around weeks ago!”
You cover your face in embarrassment “Oh my god, it was you!”
Zoro groans, rubbing the back of his neck “Tch. Should’ve known you idiots would figure it out. You never mind your own business.”
Luffy grins “Well, at least you don’t have to sneak around anymore!”
Zoro pauses, then shrugs “Guess that’s true.” He turns to you, smirking “Means I can kiss you whenever I want now.”
Your face burns “Zoro!!”
The crew erupts in laughter (except for Sanji, he cries louder).
Secret’s out.
Now you nap by his side without hiding. You lean against him on long afternoons. You sit close at meals. Luffy teases you both constantly. Sanji mutters curses under his breath. But it’s fine.
It’s more than fine. It’s peaceful.
That night, after dinner, you find yourself heading below deck. The ship rocks gently with the sea, moonlight shining through the portholes.
You already know where you’ll find him.
He’s sitting in the training room, back against the wall, swords neatly stacked beside him. When you walk in, he glances up, but he doesn’t say anything.
You sit beside him, stretching your legs out in front of you.
“I thought I might find you here” you say.
Zoro grunts, not disagreeing.
Silence settles in. Comfortable. You shift slightly, laying your head in his lap. He doesn’t move, just lets his fingers find their way into your hair, slow and soothing.
It’s a simple thing. The kind of closeness that doesn’t ask for anything in return.
His hand runs gently over your scalp. You feel your eyes drifting shut again.
“I like this” Zoro says, voice low, almost a rumble.
You blink sleepily, your cheek still pressed to his thigh “Hm?”
“You. Sleeping like this.” He pauses “On my lap.”
Your heart flutters at the quiet honesty. You glance up at him, but he’s not looking down, he’s staring straight ahead, the barest hint of pink on his cheeks.
“I like it too” you murmur.
Zoro’s thumb brushes just behind your ear, then down the back of your neck, repeating the motion. A steady rhythm. Grounding. Careful.
His fingers slip into your hair again, and he continues tracing lazy circles on your scalp. His other hand rests lightly on your arm, as if to say, I’ve got you.
You drift off to the sound of his breathing, calm and slow.
The next morning, sunlight filters through the windows.
You wake slowly, still curled up in Zoro’s lap. His fingers are tangled gently in your hair, and his thumb brushes your temple in slow, steady passes.
You tilt your head, eyes meeting his.
“How long have you been awake?” you whisper.
Zoro smirks, eyes warm “Long enough.”
You stretch, reluctant to move.
“I’m comfortable” you mumble.
He doesn’t stop touching your hair “Good.”
“Zoro?”
“Hm?”
“I think I’m getting used to this.”
He finally looks down at you, something quiet in his expression, softness, maybe. Peace.
“Yeah,” he says “Me too.”
And you smile, because in this floating world full of chaos, monsters, and adventure… it’s the quietest moments like this that feel the most real.
── .✦ Sanji:
Sanji is always everywhere. In the kitchen. On the deck. Serving drinks. Flirting with Nami and Robin. Spinning around like the lovestruck idiot he is.
Which is exactly why no one suspects a damn thing.
No one notices how his hand brushes against yours just a little longer when he passes you a plate. No one questions why he always makes extra of your favorite dish. And no one, not even Usopp, the self-proclaimed detective, realizes that when Sanji disappears from the kitchen at night, it’s to be with you.
Like right now.
It’s past midnight, and the kitchen is dimly lit. The scent of fresh tea and something sweet lingers in the air as you lean against the counter, watching Sanji work. His sleeves are rolled up, his vest discarded, and the soft glow of the lantern makes his golden hair look even more unruly.
“You’re spoiling me” you murmur as he places a small plate in front of you a delicate pastry, still warm.
Sanji grins, wiping his hands on a towel “Of course, mon amour. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t?”
You take a bite, humming in satisfaction “Mmm. Amazing.”
His eyes soften as he leans in, resting his palms on the counter on either side of you “I can think of something even sweeter.”
Before you can respond, he captures your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. You melt into him, gripping the fabric of his shirt as his fingers gently tilt your chin up. His lips taste like mint and a hint of the dessert he just made, and you lose yourself in the warmth of him.
Then a loud BANG from outside the door.
Both of you freeze.
Sanji pulls back, glancing at the entrance “Shit—”
You practically shove him away, wiping your lips as the door swings open.
“Oi, I swear, I'm not here to see your ugly face, I need—”
Zoro stops mid-sentence, looking between the two of you. His eyes narrow.
Your heart stops.
Sanji, ever the smooth talker, immediately turns to glare at him “Moss-head, do you have no manners? Barging into my kitchen?”
Zoro scowls “Tch. Like I wanna be here. Luffy’s whining about meat, and I—” His gaze shifts back to you. Suspicious.
You force a casual smile “Uh… late-night snack?”
Zoro doesn’t look convinced. His eyes flick between the two of you once more before he grunts “Whatever. Just bring food before Luffy eats Chopper.”
He turns and leaves.
You don’t breathe until the door clicks shut. Then you glare at Sanji “We almost got caught.”
Sanji just smirks, brushing his fingers over your wrist “But we didn’t.”
You always try to act normal. You really do. But Sanji makes it so damn difficult.
He’s always sneaking glances at you across the table. Always brushing against you when he walks by. Always bringing you your favorite snacks, acting like it’s nothing.
And apparently, the crew is starting to catch on.
“You guys ever notice that Sanji doesn’t flirt with Y/N as much as he does with Nami and Robin?” Usopp suddenly asks one day.
Your spoon nearly slips from your hand.
Franky strokes his chin “Huh. Now that you mention it…”
Brook chuckles “Ohhh, that is unusual.”
Luffy, mouth full, tilts his head “But Sanji flirts with everyone.”
Zoro scoffs “Yeah. Except Y/N.”
Your stomach drops.
Sanji, who had been stirring a pot at the stove, doesn’t even flinch “I’m just being a gentleman.”
Nami raises an eyebrow “Are you, though?”
Sanji turns, flashing his usual charming smile “Of course, my dear! Why would I treat Y/N-chan any different?”
You force a nervous laugh “Right! That would be weird, huh?”
They don’t look convinced.
Robin simply sips her tea, giving you both a knowing look.
In the end, it’s Luffy who ruins everything.
One day you and Sanji are in the storage room, tucked away between crates of supplies, wrapped up in each other. His hands are in your hair, his lips teasing against yours, and the rest of the world doesn’t exist... at least until the door slams open.
“SANJI, ARE YOU IN HE—oh.”
Luffy stops. Blinks. Tilts his head.
You and Sanji are frozen in place, practically tangled together.
Luffy’s face slowly lights up “OOOOHHHH!!!”
You scramble back “L-Luffy, it’s not what it looks like—”
“YOU GUYS WERE KISSING!!”
Sanji sighs, rubbing his temples “Goddammit.”
Before you can even try to shut him up, Luffy sprints out of the room.
You stare at the door in horror “Oh no.”
“OH YES” Sanji groans, already dreading what’s about to happen.
“GUYS!!” Luffy yells at the top of his lungs “SANJI AND Y/N ARE KISSING!!”
A beat of silence. Then an explosion of multiple “WHAT?!”
Usopp “I knew something was up!!”
Franky “That’s SUPER unexpected!”
Brook “OHOHO, young love~!”
Chopper “How long has this been going on?!”
Nami “You guys really thought you were being secretive?”
Robin chuckles knowingly “Adorable.”
Zoro grinning smugly “Called it.”
Sanji groans, burying his face in his hands “Kill me now.”
You sigh, crossing your arms “Well. Secret’s out.”
Sanji straightens, huffing dramatically before flashing you a smirk “At least now I don’t have to hold back anymore, mon amour~”
He dips you backward, kissing you full on the mouth right in front of the crew.
Cue, another round of screaming.
── .✦ Law:
Dinner on the Polar Tang is always loud. Jokes, clinks of silverware, and Bepo’s laugh echo off the metal walls.
You sit between Shachi and Penguin, pretending to listen to their story about a giant sea bass they swear was “this big”, but your eyes keep drifting across the table to Law.
Your secret boyfriend. Your captain. The man who never smiles in public, but melts when you’re alone.
No one knows. Not even Bepo. You’ve kept it quiet for months. Private looks, quick touches in dark halls, and soft kisses in his room late at night.
Today, before dinner, you stopped by his quarters. Things got… heated.
“Hold still” you say, laughing as you straddle his lap, pressing kiss after kiss on his jaw, his cheek, his neck.
“You’re gonna leave marks” Law murmurs, but his hands stay firm on your hips.
“Good,” you whisper against his throat, lips painted with your favourite lipstick “Let everyone wonder who’s bold enough to kiss the Surgeon of Death.”
He smirks, but you clean him up after. Or so you think.
Now, mid-dinner, you notice it.
Right on the collar of his white shirt, just above the neck, there's a soft red smudge. Lipstick. Your lipstick.
Your eyes widen.
Shachi nudges you “Hey, is that… is there something on Captain’s shirt?”
Penguin leans forward “Yo, Captain. You spill something?”
Law blinks. Looks down “What?”
Bepo tilts his head “No, that looks like lipstick.”
Silence falls over the table. Everyone stares.
You try to act innocent, chewing your food and glancing around like you’re just as confused.
“Lipstick?” you say, blinking “Who around here even wears lipstick?”
They all look at Ikkaku.
She doesn’t even look up from her bowl “Not me,” she mutters “That's not even my color.”
Penguin raises an eyebrow “So… that means…” He turns his head slowly toward you “You’re the only one who does.”
Shachi points between you and Law “Wait… Are you two…?”
Law doesn’t say a word. He just sips his tea like nothing’s happened.
You smile, wide and unapologetic “Guess I missed a spot.”
Silence.
Then chaos.
“WHAT?!” Shachi practically jumps over the table “YOU AND THE CAPTAIN?!”
“How long?!” Penguin shouts, eyes wide “Since when?! HOW DID WE NOT NOTICE?!”
Bepo stands up so fast he knocks over his stool “You’re dating the captain?!”
You raise an eyebrow “You guys okay? You look like you’re gonna pass out.”
“Don’t play innocent!” Penguin waves his spoon “You’ve been sneaking around with him! That’s our captain!”
Shachi gasps dramatically “All those times you disappeared after dinner… And that one time you came back with messy hair! I thought it was just wind!”
“Eheh, I am the wind” you say with a smirk.
Law sighs “You’re all loud.”
Bepo stares “So it’s true? You and Y/N?”
Law glances at you, then shrugs “Yeah.”
Another wave of panic.
“THE WAY HE SAID THAT!” Penguin screams.
“SO CALM—SO COOL—WHAT THE HELL!” Shachi is holding his head like it might explode.
Ikkaku finally looks up, deadpan “You’re all idiots.”
You lean into Law’s side, resting your head on his shoulder.
“Told you they’d freak.”
“Mm,” Law mutters “Still worth it.”
Bepo sniffles “I feel so betrayed… I thought we were a family.”
“We are,” you say “Just… a family with a very attractive captain who’s taken.”
“STOP,” Shachi yells “I CAN’T UNSEE IT.”
Law smirks just a little. And you can’t help it, you kiss his cheek in front of everyone, just to drive them a little more insane.
It’s been two days since The Lipstick Incident.
Two days of nonstop teasing.
“Morning, Y/N.”
“Or should we say Mrs. Surgeon of Death?”
You roll your eyes as Shachi and Penguin trail behind you like annoying seagulls.
“Captain! Can Y/N still go on missions or is she on girlfriend duty today?”
“Should we start knocking before entering the medbay now?”
Law mostly ignores them. Mostly. Except that time he dead-eyed Penguin and said, “Keep talking and I’ll switch your arms.”
The jokes died down for a few hours after that. But Bepo has become the most dramatic.
“I still can’t believe I found out at dinner like that,” he says, curled in a blanket like he’s mourning “I needed time to process.”
You plop down next to him on the couch “We didn’t mean to keep it from you. It was just… easier that way.”
He looks at you “Are you happy with him?”
You pause, then smile “Yeah. He makes me feel safe. And seen. Even if he doesn’t say much.”
Behind you, Law’s voice chimes in “I say plenty.”
You turn, surprised “You were eavesdropping?”
“It’s my ship.”
He walks over, drops a kiss on your forehead right in front of everyone. You expect chaos again, but the room is quiet.
Then Bepo grins “Okay. I approve.”
Shachi sighs “Fine. But if we ever hear weird noises from the engine room again—”
“—I will personally sedate you” Law cuts in.
The crew bursts into laughter.
Penguin raises his cup “To our captain and his secret weapon—Y/N!”
Everyone cheers. Even Ikkaku raises an eyebrow and gives you a subtle nod.
You look up at Law. He doesn’t smile much. But you see softness around the eyes, just for you.
Secret’s out. And honestly? It feels kind of nice.
── .✦ Koby:
The marine base is quiet at night, almost peaceful. You walk along the edge of the courtyard, your boots barely making a sound on the stone floor. The moon is high, casting soft light over the base. You pause near the training field and look around. No one’s there.
Good.
“Koby?” you whisper, stepping behind a storage shed.
A soft rustle comes from the shadows. Then he steps out. His hair is a little messy, his uniform jacket open.
“You’re late” he says, but he smiles.
You roll your eyes “Only by five minutes.”
Koby glances around. He takes your hand and pulls you closer into the shadow of the wall. His hand is warm. You lean into him, your heartbeat fast.
“If anyone sees us…” he says, his voice low.
“No one will,” you say quickly “They never do.”
He chuckles “We’re getting good at this.”
“You mean I’m getting good at it,” you tease “You still get nervous when someone says my name.”
“That’s because Garp keeps watching me like he knows something” Koby says, eyes wide.
You laugh “Maybe he does.”
Koby groans “Don’t say that.”
You lean up and kiss his cheek “Relax. We’re always careful.”
He smiles at you, that soft look he only gives when it’s just the two of you “I missed you.”
“I saw you this morning.”
“That doesn’t count. You were in uniform. You called me Sir.”
You smirk “Would you prefer Captain Sweetheart?”
Koby covers his face, laughing quietly “Please don’t.”
The sound of footsteps suddenly cuts the moment short.
You both freeze.
“Did you hear that?” you whisper.
Koby nods, already pulling away. You both hide behind the shed just as two lower-ranked marines walk by, talking about some drill tomorrow. They don’t see you.
Your heart pounds. When the footsteps fade, you let out a breath.
Koby looks at you, serious now “We can’t keep doing this forever.”
You know what he means. But you don’t want to think about it. Not tonight.
“Let’s just have this,” you say “Right now.”
He nods slowly, fingers brushing against yours again “Right now.”
Neither of you say the words out loud, but they’re there, floating in the silence.
This is dangerous but it’s totally worth it.
The sky looks angry today.
Wind whips through the courtyard, and the clouds hang low like they’re ready to fight someone. Fitting, considering your brain’s in a brawl with itself after what Helmeppo said the day before.
"Koby, huh?"
You can’t stop hearing it. His smirk. That I-know-something-you-don’t-want-me-to-know tone.
You march past the barracks, straight toward the supply shed, your usual spot. You pace in tight circles. The door creaks. Koby walks in, drenched from the rain already starting.
“I heard Helmeppo” he says.
You nod “I didn’t tell him anything.”
“I know. But he knows. He’s probably telling his pillow right now.”
You snort, even though your chest feels tight.
“What do we do?” you ask.
Koby looks out the cracked window “I don't think anyone would even care about what Helmeppo says, but I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
You wait.
“…What if we stop hiding?”
You blink “Just like that?”
He shrugs “We tell the truth. If we get in trouble, we get in trouble. At least it’s not lying anymore.”
You walk up to him, water dripping from the edge of the window onto your boots “You’re serious?”
He nods “You’re worth the risk.”
Before you can answer—BOOM! The door BURSTS open like it owes someone money.
There stands Vice Admiral Monkey D. Garp, holding a giant sack of snacks.
“I KNEW IT!” he bellows, pointing a meat bun at both of you like it’s a pistol “I KNEW YOU TWO WERE SWAPPING LOVE NOTES INSTEAD OF LOGBOOKS!”
Your soul nearly leaves your body. Koby jumps like he just got hit by lightning.
Garp stomps inside, water puddling under his boots “You think I’m old and blind?! I see everything! The glances! The disappearing acts! The suspiciously timed bathroom breaks!”
You and Koby look at each other, stunned.
“I—uh—we weren’t—” you stammer.
Garp holds up a finger “Don’t lie! I’ve seen more romance in your sneaky hallway nods than in a whole damn soap opera!”
Koby finally finds his voice “Vice Admiral Garp, we—”
Garp grabs two rice balls from his bag and tosses them at your heads.
“About time! I was betting with Sengoku you two would crack by this month!” He slaps Koby on the back so hard he almost falls over “Make it work, kiddo. Or I’ll make you regret everything.”
He stomps back into the storm, yelling at the sky.
“I WANT A WEDDING INVITE WHEN THIS BLOOMS INTO MARINE-SANCTIONED LOVE!”
Then he’s gone.
The silence is unreal.
“…Did he just bless our relationship and threaten us at the same time?” you ask.
Koby looks dazed “I think he also gave us lunch.”
You both stare at the rice balls on the ground.
You reach for one “So… no more hiding?”
Koby grins “No more hiding.”
You nod “Good. But that wasn’t romantic. That was a jump scare.”
By the next morning, everyone knows.
You’re not sure how.
Maybe it was Garp yelling across the courtyard. Maybe it was the rice ball slap. Maybe it was the way Koby smiled at you in front of a full squad meeting like it was no big deal. But now, it’s official.
You’re walking through the halls and two marines actually wink at you.
One gives you a thumbs-up. Another whispers, “Cute couple” like this is high school.
And then there’s Helmeppo, waiting by the stairs like he’s been practicing his lines all night.
“Well, well, well,” he drawls “Look who finally stopped sneaking off like a pair of guilty raccoons.”
You roll your eyes “Don’t you have training or something?”
“Oh, I do. But this is more fun,” he says, grinning “You two really had me fooled. All those ‘Yes, sir’s and ‘Permission to speak freely’s. Cute. Very professional. Very fake.”
“I will tape your mouth shut” you say calmly.
“Spicy,” Helmeppo whistles “No wonder Koby’s in love.”
You expect Koby to stammer. To panic. To turn bright red and pretend none of this is happening.
Instead, he wraps his arm around your waist and says “Yeah. I am.”
What.
You turn to him “Who are you and what did you do with the shy marine I was dating in secret?”
He grins, a little pink in the cheeks, but steady “I’m done hiding. I like holding your hand. I like saying it.”
Helmeppo looks personally attacked “You’re gonna make me throw up.”
Koby shrugs “Go drink some water.”
You’re still trying to recover from the whiplash when Koby turns to you again, softer this time. No audience, no drama, just him.
“I missed being close to you,” he says “Even just walking next to you without pretending it means nothing. I hated pretending.”
Your heart tugs.
“I know,” you say “I did too.”
He leans in, forehead resting lightly against yours “Now I can do this.”
He kisses you. Just a short, sweet kiss. Right there in the hallway.
Someone behind you gasps. Someone else claps. It’s probably Garp. Or Helmeppo. Or both.
You laugh into Koby’s shoulder “We’re never gonna hear the end of this.”
“Good,” he says “Let them talk.”
── .✦ Ace:
It starts small.
Ace, lover of chaos and borderline inedible food, begins pushing onions off his plate.
At first, nobody says anything. Maybe he just wasn't in the mood. Maybe he’s just not feeling it today.
Then it happens again.
And again.
.........And again.
By the fourth time, Thatch is watching him like he’s trying to solve a murder.
“You good, man?”
Ace blinks, mid-push “Huh?”
“You keep banishing onions like they stole your ship or something.”
Ace shrugs “They just taste weird lately.”
Thatch narrows his eyes “You used to eat them raw.”
“Tastes change.”
“You once drank onion juice.”
“I was bored.”
“You said it ‘cleared the sinuses.’”
Ace looks up at him with a done expression “…And it did.”
Thatch is unconvinced. He stares at the sad pile of abandoned onions like they hold answers.
A few days later, Marco walks across the deck and almost trips over you.
You’re napping.
Not unusual. But you’re napping exactly like Ace. Flat on your back. Arm flopped over your face. One boot still on, one off. Dead to the world.
Marco leans down “You good?”
You snore lightly and mumble something about “I hate onions... mh”.
Marco’s eye twitches.
He walks off slowly and finds Thatch.
“We have a situation.”
Izou, Marco, Thatch, and Jozu sit in a huddle like they’re planning a heist.
Thatch slaps down a napkin with dramatic flair.
“Exhibit A: Ace has stopped eating onions.”
“Exhibit B,” Marco adds, “she naps like a dead log in the middle of the deck. Just like him.”
“Exhibit C,” Izou says, adjusting his coat, “he brushed his teeth twice in one day.”
Silence.
Jozu blinks “…What does that mean?”
Izou sighs “He’s trying not to taste bad, obviously.”
Marco nods slowly “Only one reason for all this.”
Everyone says it at once “He’s kissing someone.”
They all lean back like they’ve cracked the code.
Thatch grins wide “And we all know someone who always hated onions.”
Back on deck, you yawn and stretch, bumping into Ace as he leans on the rail.
“Morning” he says, smiling softly.
“You smell like mint” you mutter, surprised.
He leans in slightly “That a bad thing?”
You shake your head, trying not to grin “Nah. Kinda hot, actually.”
What you don’t notice is the small army of Whitebeard pirates across the deck, hiding behind barrels, crates, and a suspiciously placed sail, watching you both with the intensity of trained spies.
Thatch whispers, “Look at him. He’s glowing.”
Marco squints “Is that a love glow?”
Jozu nods “He’s never glowed before.”
Izou fans himself “My heart can’t take this.”
Thatch whispers like he’s narrating a nature documentary “Observe: the rare, emotionally available Ace, brushing his teeth and avoiding onions for the sake of romance.”
Marco chuckles “Should we say something?”
Thatch shakes his head, evil smile creeping in “Not yet. Let’s have a little fun first.”
The crew knows. You just don’t know that they know. Which is why things get weird really fast.
First, Thatch starts offering you food. All the time. Which wouldn’t be strange except “Here, Y/N, extra meat, no onions. Just how you like it” he says sweetly, placing it in front of you with a wink.
You blink “Thanks…?”
He beams “Y’know. For important stuff. Like kissing for example.”
You choke “What?”
“Kissing your enemies goodbye in battle, of course. Wouldn't be cool if you smell like onions.” he says innocently “What else would I mean?”
You narrow your eyes. He walks off humming the wedding march.
Weird.
Later that day, Marco corners Ace.
“You ever think about switching toothpaste brands?”
Ace looks up from his nap spot, squinting “What?”
“I heard mint’s nice” Marco says, deadly casual.
Ace raises a brow “I already switched. Why?”
“No reason,” Marco shrugs “Just figured you’d want to impress… someone.”
“…Like who?”
Marco just walks off.
Ace stares after him, confused.
Then there’s Izou.
He appears next to you while you’re doing your hair, watching like a hawk.
“Hmm” he says thoughtfully.
“What?”
“You’ve got a new little strand tucked behind your ear. That’s new.”
You frown “So? My hair just got a bit too long.”
“Just reminds me of how Ace tucks his hair sometimes. Cute. Subtle. Copying your crush is a classic move.”
You freeze “Wh-What crush?”
He smiles slowly “Oh, I didn’t say you had one.”
You almost trip over the comb.
And don’t even get started on Jozu. He starts playing “matchmaker” out of nowhere.
“Hey Y/N, what do you think of guys with freckles?”
You pause “I mean, freckles are nice... why?”
“No reason.” He grins “You like fire powers too?”
“…You’re literally describing Ace.”
“Am I?” he says, like he’s shocked at himself.
You walk away suspicious. The crew snickers behind your back.
By the end of the week, you’re starting to get twitchy. Ace too.
“Are they acting weird?” you whisper one night as you sit beside him on deck.
“Definitely,” he says, arms behind his head “Thatch winked at me when I refused onions at dinner.”
“Marco suggested I take a nap ‘in a more open, sunny place.’” You glance at him “Sound familiar?”
Ace groans “They’re onto something.”
You whisper, “Do you think they know?”
He shrugs “They’re dumb. I think we’re safe.”
The crew, literally hiding, listening in with cups pressed to the wood.
Thatch whispers, “They think we’re dumb.”
Marco snorts “They’re in love and hiding it like toddlers under a table.”
Izou fans himself “Give it another day. Then we strike.”
It starts over breakfast.
Again, totally normal day. Birds chirping. Sun’s out. Pirates being loud. You stroll in beside Ace, acting casual. Like you didn’t kiss him good morning five minutes ago behind the barrels.
You sit down.
He sits next to you.
Everything is fine. Until Thatch slams his fork on the table and stands up dramatically.
“Okay, this has gone on long enough.”
You and Ace both freeze.
Marco leans in lazily, sipping his coffee “So. You two are dating, right?”
Your eyes go wide.
Ace doesn’t even blink.
And at the exact same time:
You: “No! Who would even date him?”
Ace: “Yeah, we’re obviously dating.”
Silence.
A beat.
Then Jozu chokes on his juice. Thatch drops his spoon. Izou wheezes like he’s been punched.
Marco just blinks “Well. That answers that.”
You turn to Ace in slow motion “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY??”
He frowns slightly “That we’re dating? What—why did you say that so disgusted?”
You hiss “Because you weren’t supposed to just admit it!”
“Why not? We’ve been caught.”
“I was trying to lie!”
Thatch is howling “Oh my god—‘Who would even date him??’ Babe, the man LITERALLY has your name carved into his pillow.”
You whip around “He WHAT?!”
Ace shrugs “Just the initials. It’s cute.”
Izou fans himself “I’m going to die. This is the best breakfast of my life.”
Marco grins “This is better than I expected”
Jozu “It’s like watching a romance novel crash into a comedy sketch.”
You bury your face in your hands “I hate this. I hate ALL of you.”
Ace pats your back gently “I think it’s going great.”
You glare at him “You’re enjoying this.”
“Of course. I don’t have to sneak around anymore. I get to call you mine out loud now.”
That… makes your face heat up. You try not to smile. You fail.
Thatch yells, “THEY’RE BLUSHING. IT’S REAL.”
Ace slings his arm around your shoulders, smug and unbothered “Don’t worry, babe. We’ll survive the embarrassment.”
Izou smirks “Barely.”
Marco raises his cup “To the worst cover-up attempt in Whitebeard history.”
Everyone cheers.
You groan and slump against Ace, who kisses your temple like the traitor he is.
Soft. Smiling. Loud and proud.
And now you’re never living this down.
CLINGY MUCH? | ONE SHOT
Shanks x GN!Reader
Zoro x GN!Reader
Mihawk x GN!Reader
a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ff cringe and oc
tags: sfw, fluff, soft, ooc(?)
masterlist | ko-fi
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SHANKS
You were many things aboard the Red Force—calm, sharp-tongued, and painfully unbothered by Shanks’ endless antics.
You were also completely unaware of the fact that the most feared (and flirted-with) captain in the New World couldn’t seem to stop touching you.
Not in a creepy way. Not even in a romantic way… at least, not that you noticed.
He’d toss an arm around your shoulders like it was a habit. Rest his hand on your waist when laughing. Tug you into his side when something “dangerous” happened, like a slightly aggressive breeze or a seagull flying too low.
You just chalked it up to him being Shanks.
Until, one bright morning, the crew decided enough was enough.
It started with Benn Beckman sighing dramatically as he walked onto the deck.
“Do you two need a room or something?”
You blinked from where you stood, arms crossed. “We’re not even doing anything.”
Benn pointed. “His hand has been on your lower back for ten minutes.”
Shanks blinked down at his own hand like it betrayed him. “Huh. Didn’t even notice.”
You raised a brow. “Are you okay? Do you have tactile issues?”
Lucky Roux snorted as he passed by with a turkey leg. “Yeah, it’s called ‘falling for someone and not knowing what to do with your hands.’”
Shanks turned red. You remained… utterly unaffected.
“Touch-starved pirate disease,” Lime Juice muttered, jotting fake notes like a doctor. “Tragic. Symptoms include: prolonged physical contact, excessive grinning, and spontaneous cuddling in public.”
Hongo popped his head out of the crow’s nest. “I saw him brush your hair behind your ear during the storm last week.”
“That was because it got in their face,” Shanks defended.
You nodded. “He didn’t want me to get stabbed by my own bangs. Very heroic.”
“You’re wearing a braid,” Yasopp called from the helm.
A long pause.
“…Okay, I’m not good with excuses,” Shanks muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. His hand bumped yours in the process.
You tilted your head, eyes narrowing. “Captain.”
“Yes?”
“You’re touching me again.”
“...I genuinely didn’t notice DAHAHAHA.”
The crew erupted into laughter.
You blinked slowly and glanced down at your joined hands, then back up at him. “You’ve been holding my hand for a minute now. You good?”
“Maybe.”
You stared.
He stared.
“…You’re kinda warm,” he added, grinning.
“I’m wearing gloves.”
“Exactly. Impressive.”
You didn’t smile, but your voice was flat with dry humor. “You wanna marry me, too? Get it over with?”
Shanks choked. “Whoa—what?”
“You’re already touching me like I’m your lover. Might as well commit.”
The crew howled.
“I’m starting to like them more than you, Cap,” Benn said, lighting a cigar.
“They’ve got more bite,” Lime Juice grinned.
Lucky Roux offered you a celebratory turkey leg like a sword. “You just proposed better than he ever could.”
You calmly took it, giving a single nod. “Thanks. I accept my own proposal.”
Shanks was still frozen. “Wait, are we actually engaged now?”
You took a slow bite of the turkey leg, deadpan. “Keep touching me like that, and you’ll owe me alimony.”
ZORO
You were minding your own business—arms crossed, eyes half-lidded, back leaned slightly against the Sunny’s railing—when a familiar weight thunked into your side.
Again.
You didn’t flinch, didn’t glance, didn’t even blink. Just spoke.
“Zoro.”
“What.”
“You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what.”
“Treating me like a living chair.”
He grunted. “You’re stable. And not annoying.”
“That’s a compliment?” you asked, still deadpan.
“Take it or leave it.”
The crew had noticed. Of course they had. This was the sixth day in a row Zoro had casually latched onto you like a sleepy barnacle.
“Oi, mosshead!” Sanji snapped, appearing from the galley with smoke swirling and a righteous fury in his eyes. “Get off them, you clingy cucumber!”
Zoro cracked open an eye. “Make me.”
“Oh, I will!” Sanji stomped over dramatically. “Y/N-chwaann shouldn’t have to carry your freeloading swordsman body weight! If anyone deserves to be close to them, it’s me!”
You raised an eyebrow. “You literally tripped into my lap yesterday trying to ‘tie your shoe.’ You were barefoot.”
“It was a metaphor!” Sanji cried. “For falling head over heels!”
Zoro scoffed. “That was the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Says the mossy limpet glued to their side like a touchy fungus!”
Zoro didn’t move. “Jealousy’s not a good look, curly.”
“You—!!”
“Guys,” Nami sighed, “can’t we go one day without turning affection into a shouting match?”
Brook leaned on his cane, chuckling. “Yohohoho! Young love… or something!”
Usopp squinted. “Wait. Has Zoro always been this clingy with Y/N?”
Robin smiled mysteriously. “Since thriller bark, at least.”
Franky nodded solemnly. “Saw him fall asleep on their shoulder mid-battle once. SUPER unconscious.”
“I thought he was dead,” Chopper added, horrified. “Turns out he was just really comfy.”
Zoro’s grip on your shoulder tightened very slightly, and you finally glanced sideways at him.
“Do you know you’re this touchy?” you asked.
He looked like he wanted to evaporate into the deck. “I… just don’t mind you being close.”
You blinked slowly. “Is that samurai code for ‘I like you’?”
Sanji audibly gagged. “Oi! Don’t flirt in front of me!”
“We’re not flirting,” you said.
Zoro mumbled, “Might be.”
Sanji died inside.
“Y/N-chwann” he said gravely, dropping to one knee. “I beg of you—pick me instead! I would never lean on you like a sweaty tree log!”
Zoro growled. “Because you’d faint from being close.”
“AT LEAST I’D DIE HANDSOME!”
You looked between the two of them and sighed.
“I just want to drink my tea without being fought over,” you muttered, walking off—Zoro immediately following, like a shadow with swords.
“You’re still touching me,” you noted.
“Didn’t say I’d stop,” he replied casually.
You stopped walking, turned, and looked him square in the eye.
“You’re aware this is very couple-coded, right?”
He blinked, then grunted. “Guess we should make it official then.”
You blinked right back. “That was fast.”
“Why waste time.”
You smirked just a little. “Romantic.”
He shrugged. “You’re warm. And you don’t talk too much.”
“That’s your idea of a proposal?”
“Worked, didn’t it?”
From behind you, Sanji dramatically screamed into the ocean.
MIHAWK
Kuraigana Island was a wasteland of stone, wind, and uncomfortable silences. You didn’t mind. You were the type to thrive in eerie places — quiet, observant, and allergic to nonsense.
Which is probably why Mihawk didn’t bother with small talk.
Or... so you thought.
Lately, the world’s greatest swordsman had developed a habit of materializing wherever you were. You’d be cleaning a blade — and there he was, pouring tea. You’d sit on the crumbling stone wall for some air — and there he’d be, suddenly trimming the overgrown vines right next to you.
At first, you thought it was coincidence.
Until today.
“...You know you don’t have to sharpen every one of my knives,” you said flatly, watching him work silently at the bench beside you.
“I didn’t,” Mihawk replied, still honing the blade. “Only the dull ones.”
You blinked. “That was my butter knife.”
“Then it was very dull.”
From the far side of the ruins, Zoro grunted as he finished a set of squats. “He refilled their canteen twice this morning.”
“Once,” Mihawk corrected, still not looking up.
“Twice,” Zoro insisted. “Once after breakfast. Then again after they just looked at the sink.”
Perona floated down with a snort. “He also folded their coat. While they were still wearing it.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Wait. Is that why my sleeves were shorter for a second?”
“You had a wrinkle.”
“I always have a wrinkle.”
Mihawk looked up with that unreadable expression. “And now you don’t.”
Zoro huffed. “What even is this? He acts like a butler. But like, a scary one.”
Mihawk narrowed his eyes at him. “I’m not a butler.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Perona muttered, arms crossed. “You fixed the strap on their satchel too.”
Mihawk didn’t respond to that.
Perona raised a brow. “You gonna deny it?”
“No,” Mihawk said coolly, “because it was crooked.”
Zoro leaned against a stone pillar, towel around his neck. “He also moved your seat at the dining table.”
“That was my seat,” you said.
Mihawk finally gave you a long, side glance. “You’ve sat on the left for the past four mornings. I simply ensured it remained consistent.”
You deadpanned. “You rearranged the furniture.”
“Briefly.”
Zoro stared. “And when they tripped over that vine—”
“I cut the vine before they fell,” Mihawk snapped with a tone just shy of defensive.
“Bro. You lunged across the courtyard.”
Mihawk sipped his wine calmly. “It was in the way.”
You raised an eyebrow. “And when you pulled me by the hood into the shade the other day?”
“You were overheating.”
“I wasn’t sweating.”
“You were blinking slowly.”
You stared. “That’s just how I blink.”
There was a long pause.
Then Perona gasped. “Wait, wait — you also fixed the strap on their scabbard!”
“I adjusted it. The weight distribution was uneven.”
Zoro clapped once, grinning. “So you are clingy.”
Mihawk’s eyes narrowed, the glint in them sharp and dangerous. “I am not.”
You leaned your chin on your hand, amused. “Then what would you call this?”
He paused. “Awareness.”
Perona lost it. “You mean hyper-awareness. Of one (1) person.”
Mihawk ignored her. “It’s strategic. I simply ensure you're at your most efficient.”
“That’s not efficiency,” Zoro said, wiping his forehead. “That’s doting.”
Mihawk arched a brow. “You think a swordsman cannot be observant?”
“You folded their laundry in order of fabric weight.”
“They prefer it that way.”
You blinked. “I never said that.”
He side-eyed you, expression cool. “You didn’t need to.”
You blinked again.
Zoro grunted. “You see? He’s acting like we’re all weird for noticing.”
Perona jabbed a finger toward him. “He's totally doing the ‘if I act calm, no one will notice I'm obsessed’ thing.”
Mihawk finally gave a soft, tired sigh — the kind that said you people are exhausting.
Then, turning to you, he asked, “Would you like tea?”
“I haven’t said I was thirsty.”
He didn’t blink. “You will be.”
You stared. “Are you psychic?”
“No,” he said simply. “You’re predictable.”
You squinted. “...That sounds like flirting.”
Mihawk blinked slowly. “I don’t flirt.”
Perona groaned. “OH MY GOD—”
Mihawk stood up, cloak sweeping behind him, expression unreadable as always. He held out the canteen like he’d already won this conversation.
You took it with narrowed eyes, muttering, “Thanks... I guess.”
He nodded, calm as ever. “You’re welcome.”
Zoro crossed his arms. “Still denying it?”
Mihawk looked at all of them — then at you — and with perfect poise said,
“I’m just efficient.”
And with that, he turned and walked away.
You stared after him, took a sip from the canteen, and sighed.
“…Efficiently annoying.”
Roronoa Zoro | bf headcannons
contains ✰ sfw!, crew member!reader, fluff, post-timeskip, established relationship, wannabe nonchalant!zoro
bf!Zoro who tries to be nonchalant but is indeed… chalant
bf!Zoro who secretly loves when you yap while he lifts weights
bf!Zoro who loves the weight of your body against his as he rests his eyes underneath the sun
bf!Zoro who can’t hide his annoyance when any other man tries to speak to you, especially the cook on the ship
bf!Zoro who is smug about the fact that your his and his only
bf!Zoro who always keeps an eye on you whenever you’re at a bar to ensure you’re safe at all times
bf!Zoro who loves to be your black knight when you don’t want to drink and teases you about his favor in return
bf!Zoro who drinks all the free drinks you get from the men at the bar
bf!Zoro who can’t hide his jealousy when you praise someone else’s strengths
bf!Zoro who loves manhandle you
bf!Zoro who gives you piggy back rides once you complain about your feet hurting
bf!Zoro who pretends like he hates carrying you and tells you that you should’ve brought comfier shoes but secretly loves it
bf!Zoro who blushes madly around you but gets mad whenever someone points it out
bf!Zoro who loves it when you tend to his wounds and change his bandages for him
bf!Zoro who wouldn’t think twice before putting his life on the line for you
bf!Zoro who may not understand all your interests or hobbies but still supports you nonetheless
bf!Zoro who has a harder time hiding his feelings than he likes to admit
bf!Zoro who laughs and smiles around you the most since you’re the only one he truly lets his guard down around
zoro with a clingy s/o? almost like luffy that just likes to hang on him or be on him at all times
[TOGETHER]
Synopsis: zoro x reader, fluff, reader is clingy towards him and he pretends to be annoyed. thanks so much for your request, I hope I did it justice! gif isn’t mine credits to the creator!
Zoro was not a man who enjoyed the affection of others but ever since you came along his tolerance only slightly increased. there wasn’t a moment in the day when you weren’t clinging onto some part of him. whether that be an intertwined pinky or hanging from his muscular arms.
As the Going Merry sailed the waters of the east blue, Zoro was lazing around at the bottom of the masts. arms resting on the nape of his neck, you were nestled beside him, one arm tracing shapes on his clothen chest and the other wrapped around his bicep.the green haired man huffed in feigned annoyance as you cling to him. although his body language said otherwise as his eyes closed at the sensation. he actually enjoyed the clinginess you displayed, missing it when you let go for just a second. he believed a level of stoicism should be maintained so as not to show how vulnerable he really could be. the only person who he entrusted with that side of himself was you, it was shown on rare occasions and today was one of those.
“I’ve gotta get up now.”
Zoro said as he tried to get up, your arm was entangling around him, entrapping him to the floor, so he couldn’t so much as sit up.
“Five more minutes.”
“No.”
He made another attempt albeit it was weak. he had no intention of getting up just yet, he just wanted to see you look at him with those pleading eyes.
“Please!”
you begged, looking at him with those eyes knowing he’d give in. your plan had worked or so you thought as he’d given up the fight ages ago.
“Fine, but no more than five minutes.”
wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer so you were practically on top of him. it was safe to say you both stayed like that a lot longer than five minutes.
Authors note: this is my first request and if anyone has any others feel free to send them! I’ll try to get to them as quickly as possible. proofread but there still might be mistakes. feedback is appreciated! 💗
Imagine leaving shanks sexually frustrated
Part 1 Part 2 (here)
Four hours later
Benn: I'm impressed (y/n), he has finished four of the books. But he seems to be loosing steam. So what ever you did to motivate him, do it again.
You: on it *gets up and heads to the office where you find shanks leaning back in the desk chair, tiredly staring at the books and an abacus*
Shanks: *looks up at you and is clearly wondering if your reward is enough compensation for the tedium that is record keeping*
You: why don't you take a break darling, you look stressed.
Shanks: I am, which is one of the reasons I hate it. *Let's his head droop and he closes his eyes to ease the strain they felt*
You: let me help you relax *spins his chair to face you*
Shanks: *let's out a breathy whine*
You: *threads your fingers through his hair as you straddle his lap*
Shanks: *snaps his eyes open wide in surprise and excitement* ?
You: *chuckles and presses your lips to his*
Shanks: *wraps his arm around your waist and squishes you against his chest as he eagerly returns your kiss*
You: *parts your lips in invitation to him, and gently rolls your hips against his*
Shanks: *moans and deepens the kiss*
You: you feeling relaxed yet?
Shanks: *starts impatiently rolling his hips in tandem with yours* uh huh *pulls you back into a kiss and lifts you so you're now seated on the desk*
You: *puts your foot on his shoulder and pushes him back on his chair when he tries to stand up* ah ah ah
Shanks: *panting and irritated because you knocked the air out of him* but you said you'd help me relax
You: true, and I also said you could fool around with me after you finished archiving the these *holds up one of the books*
Shanks: *scowls at you* oh you'll pay for this
You: *sarcastic as fuck* sure you will, but only after these are done *hops off the desk and leaves*
Shanks: *watches you go as spite fills his belly and he returns to work with renewed vigor*
Imagine meeting your soul mate Shanks
Shanks: *staring at his soulmate mark on his arm while drinking alone at the bar on the other side of the room*
Rockstar: what's the boss doing?
Benn: *glances at Shanks* he's staring at his soul mate mark
Rockstar: he has one!
Benn: yes, keep it down, he usually hides it. He doesn't want them getting hurt or killed because of him. He usually stares at it when he's drunk and wants to be alone, dunno why though.
Shanks: *stares at it because he's dreaming of you and mourning a future he feels he'll never have with you *
Later that evening
Benn: *walking through town when he sees you and spots your soul mate mark* no fucking way
You: *walks past him on your way home*
Benn: *follows you home and waits a while to make sure you aren't leaving before heading back to the bar*
At the bar
Benn: *smacks Shanks* get up and come with me
Shanks: *squints at Benn in irrigation* what's up
Benn: *pulls him out of his seat and out the door* I have a gift for you
Shanks: a gift? Aren't you a gift enough?
Benn: *rolls his eyes* glad to see you aren't loosing your touch boss, but you might want to save it for later, you may need it.
Outside of your house
Benn: stand still
Shanks: what why?
Benn: *starts straightening Shanks up to make him look presentable and rolling up his sleeve*
Shanks: what? Hey, don't do that, someone might see.
Benn: *takes Shanks by the shoulders and pointedly looks him in the eyes* you're just going to have to trust me on this, and for fucks sake stand up straight *rings your door bell and abandons shanks there*
Shanks: hey what are you doing?
You: *opens your door in your PJs holding a mug of hot chocolate* can I help you?
Shanks: *rubs the back of his head* haha, you see my friend shoved me up here and told me to trust him, so I don't really know what I'm doing here.
You: *you drop your mug and your jaw when you see his mark*
Shanks: are you okay?
You: *shows him your mark*
Shanks: oh my... We're-
You: it would seem so
Shanks: ... What now?
You: I don't know.
Benn: *yells from across the street* set up a date!
Shanks: *now really flustered* a date!
You: how about tomorrow we have lunch at the blue moon cafe in town square?
Shanks: huh
Benn: he'll be there! Come here you *grabs Shanks's shirt collar and drags him away*
Imagine earning your keep on the Red Force
You: *through the strangeness of the grand line you were teleported to the Red Force*
The crew: *points their weapons at you*
Shanks: *watched you fall from the sky* put them away boys, the little bird isn't going to hurt us.
You: I didn't mean to come here, please don't throw me overboard.
Shanks: I'm not gonna throw you overboard, we'll drop you off at the next island. But, in the meantime, you'll need to pull your weight around here.
You: I don't know much about sailing, but I can clean and cook.
Shanks: thats perfect, we'll get you set up with a hammock in one of the store rooms so you can have some privacy.
A week later
Yassop: LAND HO! *Rings a bell*
The crew: *spills out of the depths of the ship to get a glance at the island*
Benn: oh I remember this place, it's the island with that beautiful waterfall Lime juice almost busted his head open on, when he jumped off the top of it.
Lime: ugh don't remind me.
You: does it have a village? *Nervous about being dropped off*
Benn: a long time ago, but it's be deserted for the last sixty-ish years.
Shanks: *gives you a reassuring pat on the back and mumbles* don't worry, I'm not gonna leave you here. If I leave you on an island, it'll be somewhere with a large port where you can disappear without being noticed or tied to us. We'll be staying on this island for a while, we need to replenish our food supplies.
You: thank you.
On the island
Shanks: *finishing up doling out tasks* Yassop and Benn, you're on hunting duty. Bonk Punch, Monster, and (y/n) you're on foraging duty.
You: um...
Shanks: yes?
You: well um, what are the odds the foraging team will interact or encounter wildlife?
Shanks: it's almost guaranteed
You: then shouldn't the hunting team and foraging team work together? With the foraging team flushing prey out of food rich areas towards where the hunting team is laying in wait to ambush them?
Benn: that might just work
At sun down
You, Monster, and Bonk Punch: *returns to the crew's encampment with a baskets full of fruit and wild vegetables*
Benn and Yassop: *have brought in dozens of rabbits, five deer and three full grown boars*
Shanks: we have so much meat and produce, we won't be able to eat all of it before it goes bad. The ship's freezer is almost empty, but we still won't be able to eat it all before it goes bad
You: if you salt cure and smoke it, we should be able to keep it for a year and a half before it goes bad.
Shanks: we're running low on salt too.
You: that's fine, I found a salt water spring while we were out, if you delegate three or four people to round the clock boiling, we'll have a salt brick left over. And while we wait for the salt, we can butcher and freeze the meat.
Shanks: and what about the produce, smarty pants?
You: I'll go look in the village for containers, if we find any we can pickle and seal up what we're not going to eat fresh.
Benn and Shanks: *make eye contact*
Shanks: alright, I'll go to the village with you.
Two weeks later
Red Force: *it's kitchen and storeroom full of food*
Benn: *puts hand on your head and ruffles your hair* good job kid, we should be good on food for the next six months.
You: I'm glad
Shanks: how would you like to stay with us?
You: you mean join your crew?
Shanks: yeah, you're super useful to have around. I didn't really have to lift a finger back there, you pretty much had everything under control and we had fun doing it.
You: I don't know about that, but sure I'll join your crew.
Shanks: *picks you up and spins you around* fantastic, the next island that has people on it we'll get you a cot and a good sword or whatever weapon of your choosing.
You: ahh! Put me down!
Shanks: *trips and falls overboard*
You: *coughing up water when you surface* captain!
Shanks: haha sorry
You: *splashes him* you and your shenanigans
Benn: yeah, you'll need to get used to that, this level of malarkey is fairly normal.
You: oh goody
Imagine finding out that the observation haki doesn't work on you
You: *is the newest crew member on the red force so you're hard at work organizing the cargo hold* sir, I finished the inventory record.
Hongou: hmm? ... Oh, go take it to the captain for review and once he approves it bring it back here and I'll show you where we store them. The captain should be up on deck.
You: got it *goes up on deck and spots shanks standing side by side with Benn, talking, staring out at the ocean*
Shanks: *checks the log post* it's starting to look like we managed to escape that storm.
Benn: oh gods why did you have to say that? If I have to spend the night awake because we're sailing through the eye of a hurricane, I'm going to kill you.
Shanks: *sticks his tongue out*
You: *walks up behind Shanks* hey captain! The inventory record is ready for you to review.
Benn: * throws himself away from you like a cat does a cucumber*
Shanks: *feels his heart jump* Whoa! Geez, (Y/n) watch it!
You: oop sorry *holds out the book to him*
Shanks: *very unsettled by the fact you snuck up on him while he was using his observation haki, but takes and reviews the records you brought* they look fine
You: alright, I'll take them to Hongou, sorry again.
Shanks: *as soon as you leave he starts probing out with his haki to find you* I can't use the color of observation on them.
Benn: me neither, I think this requires further looking into
That night
Shanks: we're going to play a game tonight
Yassop: oh boy, here we go
Shanks: but it's only for those of us with an observation haki, and (y/n).
You: why me?
Shanks: you'll go hide somewhere on the ship, and those of us with observation haki will go find you.
You: again, why me?
Shanks: we're testing a theory.
Two hours later
Lime: how?
Shanks: I don't know
Yassop: this doesn't make sense, we should be able to feel them.
Benn: but we can't, and we have no idea why
Hongou: we taking them to whitebeard or Rayleigh to figure this out?
Shanks: both I guess, hell we might even take them to Katakuri to see his he can see their future.
Benn: I'm sure Big mom would love a visit from you
A week later
You: *walks up behind Shanks*
Shanks: *drunk off his ass*
You: *grabs his sides and begins to tickle him*
Shanks: *shrieks*
Benn: get em! Get em (y/n)!
Shanks: I hate all of you!
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Imagine the red-haired pirates thinking you're pregnant
You: *gags on nothing*
Benn: *cocks an eyebrow*
The next day
You: *retches*
Yassop: you good?
The day after
Lucky: breakfast is ready (y/n)!
You: *covers your mouth when you feel a wave of nausea hit you* oh no thank you
After a week of constant gagging and rejecting meals
You: *gags*
Benn: you okay, you've been gagging a lot lately.
You: yeah
Lime: you pregnant or something?
You: what! No, it's just eating is inconvenient, I gag when I have gone too long without food.
Lucky: But you've been rejecting meals!
You: I have a had time telling if I'm nauseous because haven't eaten or if I'm not hungry because I'm nauseous.
Yassop: what are you a cat?
You: shut up
Benn: wait, so last night when you were brushing your teeth?
You: oh no, that time I gagged on my toothbrush when I was cleaning my tongue
Yassop: so you have a sensitive gag reflex
You: no
Shanks: *not even looking up from his newspaper* yes they do, they gag on everything that isn't cock, thankfully *licks his thumb and turns the page*
You: not everything!
Shanks: sorry I forgot you don't choke on my fingers either, apologies love
Rockstar: *drunk out of his mind slumped down on the table next to shanks* why would you put your fingers in her mouth?
Shanks: when my cock is occupied in a different part of her
Lime: *stands up and points at you* you! You're taking a pregnancy test
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Bath time for greasy boys
This was inspired by a brief conversation I had over on Twitter. Also, I didn't know how to end this.
You walked into your room to see Shanks lounging on your shared bed. He was still covered in grime from a day of traipsing through the jungle. You frowned, displeased with him because those were fresh sheets you had put on that afternoon, and now he had his muddy boots and sweaty ass on them. You also knew he wasn't going to want to take a bath. The man hated bathing more than a dog, but he was always happy to swim in lakes, rivers, strange puddles, and the ocean. Shanks was also much larger ad stronger than you, so you'd have to lure him into the bathroom. You pulled off your top and threw it at him on the bed. When the shirt landed on him, Shanks opened his eyes and smiled at you as he said. "Hey, gorgeous, what are you up to?"
You were going to use yourself to lure him to the bathroom, so you smirked at him and purred, "why don't you come here and find out." You made your way into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Shanks followed you in, and chuckled, "You gonna take a shower, do I get ta watch?"
You quickly lock the door behind him and press your back up against the door to keep him in side. You smiled and laughed, "no, you're the one taking a shower."
Shanks' smiled dropped, and he gasped, "you tricked me!" You grabbed his hands as they lunged for the door knob and wrestled him into the shower. The only advantage you had was that Shanks wasn't willing to hurt you. Because as you pushed his reluctant form under the shower, he didn't fight very hard. Which led you to believe he was just being difficult for his own amusement. Shanks whined once his head was fully under the shower. "It's so hot, my skin is melting off!"
You huffed and turned down the temperature before working on getting Shanks' clothes off. Today was obviously a day that Shanks was acting like a brat, because he made no move to help you. After you manhandled him out of his clothes, you tossed them on the floor behind you and reached for the shampoo. As you turned your attention from him, Shanks made a run for the door. You turned back to see his hairy ass jiggling as he tried to open the door. You reached over, grabbing a nearby towel, and whipped his ass with it. The towel let out a loud crack before hitting his skin, making him shriek. Shanks pressed his back up against the door to protect it, only to realize he just ate up the precious seconds he had to get out before you could close the space between you. You grabbed his ear and guided him back to the tub. Soon as you let him go, Shanks curled up on the floor of the tub, getting comfortable. You sat on the edge and began to lather shampoo into his hair as you giggle, "it was a valiant effort, my love, but it's bath time for greasy boys."
Shanks pouted his lower lip, dramatically, and leaned his head back against your chest, and grumbled, "I'm not greasy."
You scoffed, "tell that to the sheets I'm going to need to change before we can go to bed."
After you had rinsed the conditioner out of Shanks' hair, he made another half-hearted escape attempt, only to slip on the tub. While he flailed to prevent himself from falling, Shanks wrapped his arm around you for support, only for you to be yanked in the tub with him. Shanks gave you a goof smile that made your heart melt.
"You're so fucking adorable." You confessed, cupping his cheek in your hand.
"What was that? I didn't hear you," Shanks joked.
"Come here, idiot," you mused, pulling him down into a kiss.
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Imagine being the only one who can deal with Shanks's dramatic ass
Shanks: *sprawled out on deck like he's a regency era debutant on a fainting chair, bemoaning the loss of his favorite pair of pants in a poker game the night previous.*
Benn: cheer up buddy, we'll get you new pants.
Shanks: It won't be the same, nothing in the world can cheer me up, *starts dramatically sobbing into his hand.*
Benn: *annoyed* (y/n), you deal with this.
You: on it *pulls up a fruit crate, encircles Shanks in your arms and squishes his head into your chest*
Shanks: *wraps his arm around your waist and presses his face into your chest*
Yassop: uh, (y/n) I'm sad too
Shanks: *muffled* I'm not sharing their tiddies
You: a man lost his favorite pair of pants have some respect, even if they were the ugliest pants in existence.
Shanks: hey!
Benn: *whispers loudly* I'm glad I never have to see them again.
Shanks: *whines* I am, they made my ass look great
You: * pats him softly on the head* Darling, there will always be another favorite pair of pants. Remember you only got those pants a month ago, and you had a favorite before that.
Shanks: I know that, but this loss stings bitterly, who takes a man's pants?!
You: You lost them in a bet at a poker table, darling. You were aware of the chance that it might be lost, you were just in denial of that fact.
Shanks: *groans loudly, trailing off into a whine* Stop picking on me and let me mourn my loss.
Benn: * mutters under his breath* nurse your bruised pride while you're at it, preferably in silence.
Shanks: *glares at Benn over his shoulder, and huddles closer to your body*
You: *starts to stroke his hair* there there boys, quiet now, the both of you.
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Imagine doing cute couples' shit with Shanks
Late one night in Shanks's cabin
You and Shanks: in bed
Shanks: pulls out the tub of chocolate Ice cream that he tucked under the bed after he went to "get a glass of water"*
You: *hears him rustling and feels him moving around for a while* what are you doing?
Shanks: nothing, go to sleep.
You: *drops it for a while, but rolls over and stares at his back when he keeps moving and making noise.*
Shanks: *trying to not act suspicious*
You: *sniffs the air*... do I smell chocolate
Shanks: *sweating* no
You: *climbs under the blanket and tries to see what he has.* You have a snack! Share!
Shanks: *curls around the tub of ice cream* No! This ice cream is mine!
You: * pulls back and pulls a spoon out of your side drawer and uses it to eat over his shoulder*
Shanks: No! *Steals your spoon*
You: ugh fine, I'll snack on some cake then.
Shanks: *gasps* we have cake?
You: *bites his ass*
Shanks: *screams*
Benn: *in the other room* Shut the Fuck Up! Some of us are trying to sleep!
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What do op men's hands are like part 1
Red haired Shanks
Shank's hands aren't the softest or the smoothest. He is a swordsman, a pirate, and a sailor, so his hands are dry as fuck. His skin will scratch at your skin when he runs them over your skin.
He has a habit of running his fingers through his hair, which is usually a little on the greasy side. Unfortunately it's pretty much the closest thing to moisturizing them that he gets. It also usually makes his hangnails significantly worst. Which he ends up biting them off when they start to bother him, or when he's bored, or he's finished biting his nails.
And yes, he does bite his nails. Shanks has always chewed his nails down to the nail bed ever since he was a child. Both Benn and Rayleigh have tried and failed multiple times to get him to stop.
You might think that all of this makes Shanks's hands very unpleasant to the touch. And as long as he's not giving you a massage for a prolonged period of time without using oil or lotion, it is very pleasant.
Law
Law is a surgeon, so he's very careful with his hands. He uses lotions and goes as far as as to oil his cuticles and around his fingers. However, he is still a swordsman, so he has calluses on the pads of his hands. Law usually keeps his nails short, but not down to the nail bed. He lets there be like an eighth of an inch to his nails.
Law's hands are unfortunately kind of clammy most of the time. It's something he'll be self-conscious about early on in your relationship. But as it progresses he'll sink into being comfortable running his hands along your body, he'll still wipe his hands off before doing so.
Law has a habit of twiddling thumbs when he's deep in thought. It isn't uncommon to find him hunched over in the polar tang and resting his elbows on his knees with his hands clutched together and his thumbs rubbing together against his pursed lips as he's deep in thought. You don't understand how he can have his hands so close to his face, especially considering that his hands reek of disinfectant.
Mihawk
Mihawk is a world-class swordsman, a solo sailor, and he farms his own food. So his hands are so callused that they're smooth. His skin isn't dry, he regularly rubs various oils and moisturizers into his hand. Granted it's usually the stuff he uses for his face, but it works.
Mihawk's hands are amazing to hold, they're the perfect temperature. They're warm during the winter and cool during the summer. He's aware that you will often hold his hand as an excuse to warm up or cool down your own hands. So when the two of you are out in the elements for prolonged periods of time, he'll cup your cheeks, so you can take advantage of his own body temperature. Mihawk likes to give you sweet little kisses on your forehead when he does this.
He doesn't bother trimming his nails, they usually wear down as he goes about his life. They're usually short, but long enough that dirt gets under them quite often, but he's meticulous about cleaning them one's he's finished doing the dirty work. Mihawk will sometimes use them to scratch along your head, neck and spine, when the two of you are snuggle up together at bedtime.
It's practically a part of both of your nighttime routines. He'll come inside after the sun set, for either training, farming, or fixing up the castle. He'll take off his work boots before coming into the house, he'll go take a shower, while you cook dinner. After you'll eat alone together, unless Zorro and Perona are home. Then the two of you lounge around in the same room, doing different activities, just sharing space and enjoying the tranquility. Then he'll get settled down in bed as you shower, and once you're done, and dressed he'll pull you into bed. As you rest your head against his chest, you drift off into a peaceful sleep as his nails rhythmically scratch from your head, down to your tail bone and back while you listen to his heart beat.
Katakuri
Despite the fact Katakuri is an amazing fighter, he spends most of his days doing paper work and wearing gloves. He is also a mochi man, so his hands are smooth, soft, cool, and they smell nice, except his knuckles are rough from punching. And because of his devil fruit, he doesn't need to use any moisturizer, and he doesn't get permanent wrinkles either.
Katakuri also keeps his nails short, but he doesn't use clippers, he just peels them off t the margins. Which is why he wears the gloves, to try and stop him from wrecking his nails. But the moment the gloves come off he's breaking them and pulling them off. So the edge of his nails are kind of uneven, and wildly jagged.
The temperature of his hands depends on the temperature of his environment. They get warm and sticky when it's warm out, and cold and stiff when it's cold, another reason he wears the gloves. Katakuri will put his hands on you to annoy you when they get bad, but only when you're. His hands are still soft, and cushy, so when his hand engulfs yours, and he kisses your knuckles during sweet moments together, it's always very tender for the both of you.
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Imagine Shanks saving you from hypothermia
You and Shanks: *get separated from the rest of the crew during a snow storm*
Shanks: *shielding his eyes from the snow and tries to yell over the howling wind* This storm is getting worse, get over here, we need to stick together. I don't want you getting lost!
You: *hears a crack under your feet* what was that!
Shanks: Fuck, we're wandered onto ice! Move very slowly, and grab my hand!
You: *falls through the ice when you reach for his outstretched hand*
Shanks: No! *Dives into the water after you, and pulls you from the icy depths and looks around* damn it, we need to find shelter!
You: Look over there, there's a cabin!
Shanks: Good eyes kid, let's get a moving. *Activates his armament haki, and wades through the snow and carries your frozen form in his arms*
When he gets you through the door
Shanks: *looks down and notices that your lips, nose, and fingertips are starting to get discolored from the cold, and your eyes are unfocused* oi oi, stay with me kid!
You: it's hot *starts to pull off your coat*
Shanks: *jumps into action and throws you onto the couch, and races to get a fire lit, breaking furniture to use as kindling*
You: *has already pulled off almost every article of wet clothing*
Shanks: *pulls his own clothing off and piles the cushions from the couch in front of the fire place* come ere you
You: *slaps his hands away* no it's too hot to cuddle.
Shanks: you little brat, fine, you leave me no other choice. *Fishes through a linen closet and pulls out a bunch of blankets. Most of which he uses to make a little nest, and one he wraps you up in like a burrito, and drags you to to the spot he prepared in front of the fire and gets on top of you. So you are trapped between him and a bunch of pillows.*
You: *struggles against him* Let me go, you big idiot.
Shanks: *gently bites your palm as you press your hand against his face*
You: *yanks your hand away and whines* get off of me you big jerk.
Shanks: I need you to trust me, when I say this really is in your best interest.
You: but
Shanks: Please
You: *sulks* fine
Shanks: atta girl *pulls off your underwear set and throws them over his shoulder as he gets comfortable on top of your shivering form.*
A few hours later
You: *wakes up feeling the drastic and uncomfortable difference between your cold body, and your sweltering surroundings, and opens your eyes in an unfamiliar place* hmm what happened?
Shanks: *lifts his head off your chest and looks down at you* finally awake, huh?
You: captain? Where are we?
Shanks: At an old hunting cabin, you fell through the ice and passed out.
You: what ice?
Shanks The ice of the frozen lake we accidentally stumbled on, but it's nothing to worry about. We'll reunite with the rest of the crew in a few days. They'll actually probably find us first... Anyway, how are you feeling? *Absentmindedly rubs his knuckles against your chest*
You: *gasps did you undress me?!
Shanks: *chuckles* didn't need to, practically couldn't get you to keep them on soon as I started building the fire. But they needed to come off anyway, they were wet, as were mine.
You: *realize what that means and is very self-conscious*
Shanks: *sees right through you.* You have nothing to worry about dear, you're beautiful, and I am not going to do anything without permission, at least nothing beyond keeping you warm.
You: ... You're heavy
Shanks: *snorts* Pouting was not the reaction I was expecting. *Hooks an arm under you and flips the two of you over, so you were resting on his chest.*
Two hours later
Shanks: I'm hungry.
You: I had some rations in pack, they should still be good if they didn't get wet.
Shanks: *slides out from under you and walks over to the couch where your clothes are, unabashed of his nudity.* Sweet, it's dry.
Benn: *bursts through the door* Boss!
Shanks: oh hey buddy
Benn: *sees his nude captain, and you, covering yourself by the fire,* I'm sorry, I'll come back later *slowly closes the door*
You: you're misreading the situation! Shanks go get him.
Shanks: *laughing too hard*
Imagine Shanks find out he actually has curly hair
You: *kicks open the door of the mess hall* who wants to help me prank the captain
Benn: *rolls his eyes and groans*
Yassop: *doesn't even know or care what you have planned* I'm in, what are we doing?
You: We're putting curlers in Shanks's hair, while he sleeps off his hangover up on deck.
Yassop: *has years of practice from maintaining his own hair* lets go.
You: *leads him out of the room*
Lime Juice: you really gonna let them do this? The boss doesn't like people messing with his hair.
Benn: yeah, the curls will be temporary.
Out on deck
Shanks: *passed out on deck wearing a pair of sunglasses*
You: Will you wet his hair while I get out the creams and gels.
Yassop: oh, we're like curling curling his hair. *Starts to use a pump spray bottle to wet his hair*
You: yep
Four hours later
Shanks: *from the other room* what the fuck did you chuckle fucks do to my hair!
Benn: show time
You: *glares at him*
Shanks: *comes into the lounge area and leans over the side table to use the mirror above it and carefully unwinding his hair from the curlers* Why does it feel stiff, it feels like pubes!
You: oh it's just the hair jelly, you can crunch it out.
Shanks: *crushes the ringlet curl in his fist*
You: No, Scrunch it like this *grabs it from the bottom and scrunches the curl against his scalp from the bottom of the strand*
Shanks: *pushes your hand away* I'm taking a shower to wash this shit out, and then I'm going to bed. *Takes an armful of wine bottles from the table and marches out of the room*
The next morning in the mess hall
Shanks: *stomps into the room and scans the room until he sees you*
Yassop: *wolf whistles when he sees his captain* hello sailor
You: *gasps at the voluptuous curls that cascaded off his head* oh my god Captain.
Shanks: *points at his head and growls* Fix. It. but don't flat iron it.
Benn: *strolls over and ruffles his hair into his face* I thought you bathed last night boss, why do you still look like a little sailor boy?
Shanks: *fuming* I did, and I know you lot didn't sneak in and put more curlers in, because I put a table in front of the door and locked the window.
You: it might go back to being straight in a few days until then there's not much I can do without a flat iron.
Shanks: *deflates and sinks into a chair with his head between his knees *
You: *kneels in front of him and puts a hand on his knee* ... I'm sorry buddy, if I knew your hair was actually curly I wouldn't have put curlers in it.
Shanks: if my hair is what now?
You: if your hair was straight it wouldn't have held the curl so well without the hair gel.
Shanks: so my hair is actually supposed to be curly
Yassop: oh boy, boss you didn't know?
Shanks: No, my hair had been like that my whole life.
Benn: so his hair is going to stay curly?
Yassop: if he can take care of it right, yeah, they'll stay.
You: Boss you should get a sailor costume
Shanks: what why
Benn: He'd be cute dressed up as a little sailor boy.
Shanks: I'm not wearing a sailor suit.
Benn: *pinches his cheek* we'll get you a big lollipop if you behave.
Shanks: *smacks his hand away* I can get my own damn lollipop, thank you
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Imagine the red hair pirates reminiscing about your childhoods
You: Wait so if your family lived in a one-room house
Howling Gab: Calling it a house is generous, but yes
You: And you have two younger siblings who are 10 and 14 years younger than you, the that means....
Benn: That means you've seen your parents doing the deed.
Shanks: Making the beast with two backs
Yassop: Boinking
Lucky Roux: Doing squat thrusts in the cucumber patch
You: Putting the bun in the oven
Hongou: Literally present for the conception of your siblings
Howling Gab: *rolls his eyes* Yes, I saw my parents fucking, and no it's not weird. What's weird is you haven't seen your parents fucking.
Shanks: *slaps his knee and laughs* Maybe so, but I'm all the happier for it.
You: Yeah, I'm glad I can't say I know what my dad's balls look like.
Benn: I wish I could.
The crew: *concerned silence*
Benn: *reads the room* OH! No, no, no, not like that. It wasn't anything bad.
You: Then what was it?
Lime Juice: Do ya wanna talk about it, buddy?
Benn: I told you it wasn't like that! I wasn't diddled as a child... He was taking us swimming, and I was clinging to his leg because I thought it'd make him hurry. When I made the mistake of looking up while he was wearing swim trunks. And BOOM, I got a front row seat looking directly at his taint and ball sack.
You: *covers your mouth to contain your laughter* oh gods.
Benn: they were pale and veiny. And they hung so low *shudders* I don't wanna even think about it.
Hongo: You are all so dramatic, like your balls aren't as perky as they were twenty years ago.
Benn: They've definitely migrated a ways south. And my dick kind of just always leaking.
Shanks: Yeah what's up with that? Nobody told me about this, and the fake I'd piss myself so much. That's something I miss about my childhood, my undies were always dry.
You: I miss that my back didn't hurt
Yassop: or my fucking knees, the damn things click so often you could mistake me for a reindeer. (their tendons click)
Lucky Roux: Yes! It's the fucking worst.
Author's note: the swimming pool incident is based on a true story. And unfortunately it's a memory that won't fade no matter how much I wish it would.🙃
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Imagine surprising Shanks with a sexy costume
Benn: Sorry, I can't bar hop with you tonight, I have plans.
Shanks: and I can't join?
Benn: seeing as my plans involve having sex, no. Because while I love you boss, I'm not into voyeurism.
Shanks: *whines* fine, I'll find someone else to go bar hopping with.
You: *leans down and whispers in his ear* or you can stay here and drink and I'll let you see what I've got for you waiting in our room? *waves a bottle of booze at him and make your way into your shared bedroom*
Shanks: *stares at you with wide eyes* .... All of you get the fuck off my bleedin ship.
Benn: but the sun isn't even down.
Shanks: *herds them towards the plank * bugger off.
The crew: *rolls their eyes and leave voluntarily*
Shanks: *sprints to his room and throws open the door*
You: *Currently buckling a garter belt securely around your thigh*
Shanks: *slumps against the door frame and tries to remember how to breathe* Wow.
You: *Does a spin and shows off your outfit*
Shanks: *excitedly rushes over and kisses you* is it a rental?
You: nope, so I can wear it anytime you want.
Shanks: well not all of it, you'll need a new corset and panties.
You: *pulls away from his kisses* The panties I know, but why the corset?
Shanks: *rips it almost in half leaving it hanging round your hips before helping himself to your chest*
You: good lord.
Shanks: oh no, the only name you should be calling is mine. *Pushes you on the bed and starts to undress*
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Now, let me tell you something that I noticed and that is gonna wreck you, just like it did me.
Shanks was Luffy's first friend and taught him friendship
Luffy before Shanks was a lonely child. We do not see him much before Shanks, but what we do see is quite lonely.
We Only see him interact with the adults of the village. He doesn't have kids to play with.
So when Shanks goes and calls him a friend, you can see how it touches him deeply in the panel. It's soft and discreet but it's beautiful.
And I think it's when he thought "Oh. That's what I want. I want friends"
JUST LOOK AT HOW MUCH IT MEANS TO HIM.
He obviously already cared about Shanks, given he defended him earlier in the chapter.
But I'd argue it was a question of what Luffy knew. What Garp, technically his only family, taught him. It was a question of honor and being strong.
You can see how Garp treats Luffy when he comes around. And as a young lonely child, Luffy only knows this.
He respects and thinks of Shanks as a mentor, and his grandpa taught him that to advance in the world you must be strong. In his misguided ideals of strength he went and defended him.
And then, Shanks declares him a friend. He sets himself at the same level as Luffy, and says ' Whatever you do, even if it doesn't please me. I don't care because we are friends and that's what Friends do.'
Not only does he defend Luffy, but he also sacrifices his arm without a second thought.
LIKE I GET why that changed Luffy's life.
Luffy who has an absent grandpa, no parents, who is a lonely, friendless child. Luffy who we only see interact with adults of the village who, even if they like him, still have a sort of responsibility to care for him.
Luffy now has a friend who doesn't owe him anything.
What does he see from that friend? Sacrifice, generosity.... An arm, a hat. Just endless, love.
Yet still honest and strong in his own personnal belief ( as we see early in the chapter when he refuses to take him on his adventure. He would love Luffy with him but believes that a child cannot come on the seas.)
Which, I don't know if you've noticed, but is how Luffy is with everyone from that point on! Anyone who is a friend, and anyone who he wants to be his friend, he gives them everthing he has.
Just like Shanks showed him.
So yeah that's all I wanted to say. Shanks taught Luffy how to be a man, a pirate but also a friend.
Imagine having a spa day with Shanks
You: [trying to sneak to the spa and resort on the island without the crew noticing]
Shanks: [notices and follows in secret]
You: [makes it to the resort doors and does a happy dance because you were successful at eluding the crew ]
Shanks: so this is where you were sneaking off to.
You: eek! How long were you following me?
Shanks: since you left the Red Force. Why did you feel the need to sneak off to come here, no one would be mad at you for coming here. In fact, most of the boys would also enjoy it.
You: That's the problem, they'd want to come with.
Shanks: [cocks an eyebrow at you] and why is that a problem?
You: because they'd get too rambunctious and inevitably get me kicked out with the rest of them.
Shanks: that's not true.
You: Do you remember the resort on Flower Island? Or the Hot springs at Ash Island?? Oh, they set fire to the Butterfly Haven resort on Flutterwind Island.
Shanks: .... okay they do usually get us kicked out of places, and that fire was an accident
You: That's beside the point.
Shanks: well, what is your point?
You: if they come along, I won't be able to enjoy my spa day. All I want is one day without dealing with over a dozen loud men and getting spoiled by resort workers.
Shanks: they can't go one day without causing trouble, that's true... Fine, I won't tell them, but on one condition.
You: oh lord, what?
Shanks: I get to come with you.
You: counter condition, if the crew does find us, you send them away.
Shanks: deal
An hour later
Shanks: [a few mojitos deep and has cucumbers over his eyes] This is great, we should do this more often.
You: it won't do much good if you're drunk the entire time.
Shanks: Drunk? I haven't had a drop of liquor since last night.
You: You're literally drinking right now.
Shanks: I am?
Spa worker: [nods]
Shanks: really? I couldn't tell, I couldn't taste it at all. Y'all must use the good shit.
You: he usually drinks what's basically paint thinner.
Shanks: [mumbles] Paint thinner doesn't usually have that much water in it. [Turns to the spa worker] Can I get a pitcher of this stuff?
Spa worker: [sighs, but nods]
You: and can I get another slice of cake?
Shanks: you want more cake? [gets up and twerks at you] I've got plenty of cake for you right here, love.
You: [smacks his ass with the menu] Sit down you drunk fool.
Spa worker: would you like the strawberry shortcake or chocolate dreams cake?
You: ...[looks at shanks] both?
Shanks: [nods his head]
You: both [hands her the menu]
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Imagine giving Shanks baby fever
At a tavern
Child: I wanna join your crew!
Shanks: pfft, no way
Child: I'm a real good fighter, I won't get in the way, I promise!
Shanks: hmmm, [taps his chin and looks like he's thinking about it]
Child: [thinks he's going to get a chance]
Shanks: hmm...Hmmm?... No
Child: aw come on
Child's mother: [barges into the tavern holding her infant] Julius Antony D. Frost! What do you think you are doing here? You haven't finished your chores, the goats got hungry and two of them broke into the house!
Child: but mom!
Child's mother: here hold this [foists her infant into your arms and drags her son off by his ear]
You: ??? [Looks to the local barkeep for help]
Barkeep: she'll be back when she realizes, just look after that little girl until then.
You: [pulls the infant closer to you and glowers]
Barkeep: I know it's a little unorthodox, but that lady has six kids, you're holding her only daughter, and her husband is a fisherman. This means he's gone most of the time, and her five eldest boys keep her busy, so please don't judge her, we help her out as much as she'll allow.
You: fine, [goes over to your table with Shanks]
Shanks: [cocks his head and gets a good look at the baby]
Baby: [looks at Benn and starts to cry]
Shanks: [pushes Benn away] You're scaring the baby.
Benn: ay! Ay! Alright, alright, I'll move.
You: [bounces the infant, pats it on the back, and starts to sing to try]
Baby: [settles down, and relaxes against your shoulder]
Shanks: wow, I didn't know you were so good with kids.
You: I didn't either... [Turns to the barkeep] Can I get this table wiped down so I can set the baby down?
Barkeep: [ obliges]
You: [sits the baby's weight down on the table, but keeps your arm around her so she's still leaning against you] Are you the cutest baby in the world?
Baby: ◝(⁰▿⁰)◜
You: [gasps] Yes you are, you are the cutest baby in the whole world. [Gently tickles her tummy]
Baby: [giggles]
The crew: [find the two of you painfully adorable]
Baby: [ turns to Shanks and makes grabby hands at him]
Shanks: [ leans in closer]
Baby: [grabs a handful of his hair]
Shanks: she's got a good grip on her, how old is she? A year?
Barkeep: yeah, fourteen months, I think.
You: oh I could just eat you up, yes I could! In fact, I think I will. [Blows raspberries on her tummy]
Baby: [erupts into laughter]
You: [ pulls the baby back to your chest, leans back against Shanks, and smiles up at him] She still has that baby smell.
Shanks: (๑♡⌓♡๑)
Child's mother: [bursts through the establishment's doors] Holly!
Baby: [whips around to look at her mother]
Child's mother: oh thank God, thank you for looking after her, I'm so sorry.
You: it's okay, she's easy to deal with, plus from the looks of it you had your hands full. [ Passes her her child]
Child's mother: she is, isn't she? Thank you have a nice day. [Leaves with her child]
Later that night
Benn: you've been eyeing them all night, what's up.
Shanks: [shifts his gaze from you to Benn] So I'm not as subtle as I thought I was... I dunno. Ever since seeing them with the baby, what was her name? Holly?... I guess I can't get it out of my head.
Benn: oh you've got baby fever, don't cha?
Shanks: [blushes] maybe
Benn: I thought you didn't want kids on this boat anymore?
Shanks: I don't, that hasn't changed. [Gets up and heads over to you] What do you say we call it a night?
You: hmm, alright, I'm getting tired anyway. [Lets Shanks lead you to the Captain's quarters]
Shanks: [is handsy with you the whole way]
You: [doesn't mind] You seem rather frisky tonight, or at least friskier than usual.
Shanks: Sorry, but seeing how good you are with kids really ignited something within me. [Smooches up and down your neck]
You: I thought you didn't want kids?
Shanks: For Fuck's sake, I don't, not yet, but that doesn't mean I don't want to practice. [Dumps you on the bed and starts to take off his pants.]
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Oh btw! I did the redrawing of my favourite Shanks moments from the newest episode as well ☺️☺️☺️
why’s this grownass shaggy dilf so fucking CUTE
Kinktober day 16: wet dreams with Shanks
warning: needy/pathetic shanks, wet dreams, riding.
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"Fuck- fuck- fuuuckk-" Shanks hadn't been on the bottom in a good long while, but now he wished he let you ride him more often, pussy-drunk in a way he only ever felt when he was suffocating between your thighs and half-delirious on your cries and taste.
Everything felt like a dream— fuzzy around the edges and strangely warm, leaving him feeling dazed and stupid while his gaze stayed fixated on how pretty your pussy looked taking his cock, folds squishing erotically against the red curls around his base when you grinded your hips against his own. His head spun when you whined from the stimulation it gave your clit, and though he'd usually reach down to thumb at your clit and stroke your folds, he couldn't pry his grip on the covers no matter how hard he tried.
"Keep goin', keep goin'," He whined pathetically, drool quickly spilling down his chin and puddling on his firm chest, bucking his hips up in an attempt to keep you bouncing on his cock like he was some sort of toy. "Please, angel, you're so fuckin' tight, pussy grippin' me so harddd-"
He sounded fucking stupid, but he didn't care as his release crept up his spine and made his cock jump excitedly in your hot cunt, rendered helpless to do anything but take what you gave him and thank you for it. He'd only been inside you for a few minutes, but just the sight of you alone left him baffled, bucking and crying for more.
Tits bouncing above him tantalizingly with each pump on his cock, hands on his broad shoulders to keep you from falling over, hair messy and pussy weeping on dick the way he loved so much. He couldn't get enough of the sight, and one glance at the way your face looked, brows furrowed and swollen lips parted in ecstasy, was more than enough send him tipping over the edge.
"Fuck! I'm cummin'! Oh shit, pretty girl, I-I'm-"
"Ah!" He woke with a gasp, hips bucking into the sheets as spurt after spurt of perfectly good cum went wasted in the confines of his tight boxers, whining loudly while he squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back.
It didn't feel good like in the dream. In fact, everything about it felt rather dirty. His fiery hair stuck to his hot face, sweat beading down the back of his neck and soaking his pillow while drool dripped down the corners of his mouth, cock aching with each spasm as he ruined his shorts and made them all wet.
"...Babyyyyy," He whined, turning to push at your shoulder while you so peacefully slept. "Princess, I had a wet dream, please help meee."
He wasn't ashamed in the slightest. Rather, he was hoping you'd help ease the ache in his balls and made his dream a reality, already keening and palming his sticky boxers at the thought of getting to watch you pump yourself on his cock again.
Another reason to hate the movie "Red" (and there are many of them!) The fact is that before the release of this movie, Shanks was a father figure to Luffy (as much as possible for a pirate who can't devote himself to raising a child, but let's face it, he's better at it than a Dragon). In the manga, Luffy even confessed that he sees him as a father, and you can see why. But in this movie, Shanks was presented as just a disgusting example of a parent and, in general, a man without a brain, which he never was. It is simply impossible to imagine such a person treating a child the way he treated Utah - there is no logic or sense in these actions.
And Utah… a character who was never needed in this story. To be honest, their parenting relationship with Luffy was pretty good - logically justified by the distance, but at the same time expressing concern for each other. They are looking for information about each other, enjoying the news and looking forward to the meeting that will take place in the near future. And you're saying that a man like Shanks, who followed Luffy's progress, protected him from a distance, and devoted his life to fulfilling the promise and dream of the guy he'd been with for a couple of months, at the same time completely abandoned caring for the girl he'd raised since infancy and named his daughter? Just left her in the dark with the first person she met, made her hate herself, did nothing to solve her problem, and just waited for everything to sort itself out? This film portrayed Shanks as a man who dropped the ballast in the form of a daughter to "better times." In my opinion, this is the worst of One Piece films just because of that. Because my favorite hedkanon is that he acts as a father figure to Luffy, who has never had a worthy example in front of his eyes (hello, Dragon, and fuck you)
☆ naked in bed.
•°. *࿐what are their reaction when they see your naked body waiting for them under the sheets?
•°. *࿐NSFW, featuring : Law, Shanks, Zoro
Law
It was a long day, and he wanted nothing more but to rest in his bed and relax
You had other plans
You have been craving for his touch for such a while but never found the perfect moment to make a move
So you thought about doing something simple but clear: sleeping naked
You giggle to yourself when you hear your boyfriend slide open the door from the bathroom.
You stare at him shamelessly full with need and lust
Only his hips were wrapped around a way too colourful towel for him (you insisted to buy it for souvenir at an island) the water from his wet dark hair was slightly dripping down his toned back. You watched his beautiful tattooed body move as he was searching for his clothes, his tooth brush in his mouth.
You wanted to jump on him
He still hasn’t noticed your little stunt and you don’t believe he will until he gets into the bed
Law finally heads back into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth and change into fresh clothes
As he gets out, his eyes connect with yours immediately. Your gaze barely left his silhouette and he has been quite aware of it.
He smiles as he approaches the bed and he quickly kisses the top of your head. He moves the sheets a little to get into them, until he stops and look at you.
“What-…”
“What’s wrong?” You ask him with a smirk as you wrap your arm around his waist. Your chest pressed against his tank top. Law smiles
“You never really let me rest, you know that?”
“It’s just another way to relax” you say to him as you feel his cold fingers brush against your skin. His lips press against yours and with his other hand, he cups your breast.
“If you say so..” he whispers back before diving back into another passionated kiss.
Shanks
Your lips were hungrily attached to his as you two were caught in an intense making out session
It basically started off by some flirty comments from both side, a little kiss on the neck by Shanks and boom..
You found yourself hovering over Shank on the bed, desperately trying to get his clothes off
Then suddenly you got interrupted by a knock on the door, claiming they needed the captain for something
You two sighed frustrated and you got off your man and watched him leave horny and disappointed.
“I will be right back ok?” He reassured you with his familiar smile before closing the door behind him
You wanted to waste no time, so you took your clothes off, ready to just get right into it
As Shank opened the door again, his eyes fell on your naked upper body , leaving him confused at first, but it was soon replaced with a mischievous smirk
“So eager, are we darling?”
His mouth closed around one of your nipples , bringing a moan out instantly out of you
“Shanks please..”
“We have time, let’s take it slow”
He’s such a cocky teasing asswhole
we still love him
Zoro
He always ripped apart some pieces of your underwear
Last night your thong barely made it alive, few days ago your bra lost an arm, one of your pantie didn’t make it through the injury
You were two panties away from a penury of underwear and when you were sailing for days and days, you couldn’t afford that
So you had to protest in your own way, and it was now to sleep naked so he won’t rip none of your clothes off
Zoro walked into your shared room with a cocked eyebrow when he quickly realized what was happening
“What are- why are you-“
“I’m protesting!”
“Huh?”
“You carelessly rip my underwear off so I won’t sleep with them anymore”
He rubbed his face against his face before he broke in a silent chuckle. He smirked and looked you up and down.
“Sure, doesn’t seem like the big punishment if you ask me”
“Shut up and get to bed already” you spat back annoyed as you push yourself more against the wall to leave some space for him
“Who said we were gonna sleep?”
He smirked as he removed the sheets and pulled your body closer to him. He got to his knees and propped himself between your thighs.
“Let me apologize first”
─── 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 .
# with akagami no shanks.
the captain was drunk — and a bit self-conscious. not to fret, for you were his favorite entertainer.
KINKTOBER, day ten. smut (mdni!). strip-tease. lap dance. masturbation (reader!receiving). thigh riding. dry humping. usage of conqueror’s haki. afab!reader. no y/n used.
WC: 1.9k.
akagami no shanks had lost his arm.
upon his return to the wild seas of the new world, those had been the most frowned upon words. the fearsome captain, the unmovable force, somehow would miss a limb forevermore. the reactions were but a divergent cacophony. fear — for what human could achieve such a feat? was it even a human? if not so, how close was the beast? if it had been enough to face him, what chance did the commoners have? anger — for mihawk no longer had a worthy rival. it would be far from honorable to face in combat a swordsman whose dominant arm was gone. and, at last, curiosity — for why was the truth hidden? one did not brag about a loss, but aside from overused jokes, shanks refused to spare a single word. who was he protecting? it was hilarious to witness the fuss as part of the select number of people aware of what had, in truth, happened.
akagami no shanks had lost his arm. and you had been the one to hear his puns ever since.
of course, he faced decent struggles. waking at night phantom pain; forced to master the art of the sword yet again with a hand he had no experience with whatsoever. yet, above the frustration soared an undeniable truth — for luffy, it had been worth it. besides, a decade past and shanks had grew accustomed to the mandatory shifts, living as though had not lost a thing.
however, as it seemed, there was yet one he would never cease to whine about.
the man was drunk — a common occurrence — and awfully clingy — another common occurrence. you had dragged him from the bar, pitying the poor beckman, for the man deserved a break from the captain’s shenanigans, and shanks had been hugging your waist ever since. he sat on the bed, drooling on your flesh, not allowing you to at least go fetch some water. his grip was a prison of itself on usual hours, but it did not help that you, too, were a bit intoxicated, swaying to the sides and failing to pull his face off your body.
“dooooooooooooll,” he drawled out, hiccuping. “i miss your ass.”
shanks gripped a considerable amount of flesh, daring to whine. “get over it, you’re a grown man.”
“how mean, i am half a grown man,” he laughed at said joke, biting the bare inch of your waist.
“half a man deserves half an ass,” you stated matter-of-factly, fighting off the urge to let out a hiccup yourself.
“but i miss groping both sides at the same time,” shanks insisted, dragging his nose on your belly, daring to grow drunker on your scent.
“you never had this complaint with my tits,” you pointed out, to which he liked his lips, seemingly aroused all of the sudden.
the hand pinching at your waist trailed itself up to rest on one of your breasts, his once slouched figure straightening up so that he could drag a sloppy stripe across your covered nipple. he had no problem with it whatsoever, for he was a man of considerable height.
“i can tease both of my girls at the same time,” he stated, wetting the fabric of your shirt, grinning at the elicit expression. “i can’t slap both your asscheeks at the same time anymore.”
your nipple hardened due to his ministrations, all but his for the taking, for you hadn’t felt the need to wear a bra that night. shanks closed his lips around the bud, humming as he sucked on it, spit soaking clothing and skin alike.
“and you like it,” the man teased, voice a bit muffled; rough.
you arched your back with a sigh, gripping locks of red hair, falling prey to his sensual tongue. yet, though your glance was tethered to his face, shanks’ own eyes seemed ever-so-lost, melancholic, even. you caught on the instance he moved his other shoulder, as though aiming to grip your hip with a nonexistent arm — a maintained instinct despite the absence of the limb. shanks laid down, retreating from your figure altogether, explicit vulnerability that would not have been shown otherwise, was he not drunk.
“see, doll? half a man,” he scoffed, to which your eyes narrowed; face scrunching in concentration as you then pondered on how to comfort him.
your fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants, whistling with faux innocence. shanks observed your approach with hooded eyes, laughing with delight once your chest was pressed against his own.
“my poor, poor husband,” you teased, pleased to witness the sudden shift in his attitude.
shanks and you hadn’t officiated the marriage; no celebration to be seen whatsoever. it had been the initial plan, two years prior. however, with newgate’s death and the aftermath of the war, waiting on a better period was the agreement. that did not mean the titles weren’t used, and shanks, in particular, never failed to be aroused whenever the word husband fell past your lips. a decade worth of lovemaking, too, made you more than attuned to what had him squirming.
“how i hate to see you so sorrowful,” you hummed, kissing the scars etched on the flesh of his eye. “i will fix that.”
“yeah, doll?” he grunted, growing excited when you dodged his advances. “how so?”
shanks sat on the edge of your shared bed, widening smirk and lustful eyes following your every move. you spun around the room, strutting your hips and nearing the corner, positioned far from his reach.
“you’re not allowed to touch,” you ordered, far more daring due to the alcohol. “just watch.”
shanks had his legs spread, a growing erection visible through the thin fabric of his pants. you opened the small, circular window, allowing the music from the outside bar to travel inside. your hips moved accordingly to the beat, an established sensual pace that had your fingers hovering over your breasts as you spun and approached him with languid steps.
you danced around the border of his reach, teasing the thin grip he had on his self-restraint. when he dared move, you dodged with a fit of giggles. “how should we start, sea emperor?”
he groaned at the title. “let me see your tits, doll.”
you hummed, rolling your hips with a languid sensualness born from the usual influence of alcohol. your fingers teased the straps of your shirt, trailing down the fabric until you reached the button of your shirts. rather than listening to his request, you sluggishly tugged down the zipper, perching your ass up as you slowly turned around, movements following the rhythm from the music outside.
the loose piece of clothing threatened to fall, yet you held the hem, controlling the pace of its trajectory, rolling your hips; lowering yourself on your knees. when it was, at last, off, you kicked it away, snapping the strap of your underwear. shanks had a brief sight of your soaked cunt before he was forced to face your front yet again. he cleared his throat, eyes trailed to the lacy, borderline transparent, fabric that left near nothing to the imagination.
“tits?” you mocked, trailing your fingers down your clothed labia.
shanks was left conflicted, his inebriated mind struggling to wrap itself around what to answer. would you concede if he reacted positively? or would you tease him yet again, offering the much desired sight of your intimacy? how could he outsmart that? shanks was far too drunk for an elaborate plan.
“thighs,” he answered smugly, a grin that indicated he felt all much too quirky.
you parted your legs open, pinching and grabbing the bare flesh, mimicking his touch. your lover was drooling, observing the outline of your intimacy; stroking his clothed member. yet again, a temptive roll of your hips deprived him of what he yearned for. shanks gripped his cock, growing out of patience as your fingers gripped the hem of your shirt, raising it ever-so-slowly, a languid set pace. you stretched the fabric, biting on it in order to keep your nipples covered, using your fingers to tease said hardened buds, muffled moans and dancing matching the melody of the song.
when the saliva started dripping down your chin; staining your shirt; you removed it, spinning it on your finger until it fell at his feet.
“doll,” he warned, sweat surging on his temples, ceasing the ministrations of his hand on the hardened member. “c’mere.”
“nuh uh,” you sang, turning around on purpose. shanks had the entire sight of your cunt when you lowered down to remove your panties, dancing with it stuck between your teeth, growing hot at the explicit lust on his eyes.
“come to me,” he demanded, the applied pressure stealing your free-will.
your dance ceased altogether, for shanks had dared use his conqueror’s haki to guarantee compliance. your figure stumbled towards the awaiting man, his index beckoning you in a mocking manner.
“sit on my lap,” you conceded, no questions asked. shanks gripped your chin, a lonesome finger tugging at the lacy underwear dangling from your lips. “i want that.”
he opened his mouth, forcing yours to mimic the movement. your panties fell on his tongue, and he moaned at the taste of your essence, the loud slurping causing your walls to clench around air. you whimpered, neglected and unable to move, and shanks all but spat out the piece of clothing, rutting his hips as though a hound in heat.
“turn around,” he instructed, groaning when you brushed against him. your ass rested on his clothed cock, legs spread and back arched, prepared for whatever he had in store. “dance for me, doll.”
the music fell on deaf ears, overthrown by the choir of your moans once you started to move, the roll of your hips teasing your clit, growing swollen due to the texture of his pants. shanks panted, leaning forward. he sucked on your earlobe, twisting one of your nipples as he teased the clothed erection under your bare entrance. the dancing grew sloppy, for he had your back pressed against his chest; his lips latched to your neck. shanks made out with the flesh, spit trailing down your breast, the wetness used to tease your abused nipple.
shanks’ feet sunk down on the ground for further support, and he interrupted the languid roll of your figure on his lap by rutting his hips, forcing his clothed cock to rub itself on your folds. he licked a trail up your chin, biting on the bone, tilting your head with his nose. expert fingers left your breast to dance down your stomach, finding themselves a home amidst your folds. he drew fast-paced circles on your clit, and you closed your eyes, moaning at the sensation. your legs trembled, thighs burning, yet the pressure of his command lingered. you were but a puppet whose strings he pulled, dancing despite your own tiredness.
the growing knot at the pit of your stomach snapped, your orgasm arriving with treacherous swiftness, for the alcohol had done its part when enhancing your pleasure. shanks laughed, shoving his fingers past your parted lips without warning, forcing you to taste yourself; to lick him clean.
he wrapped his arm around your figure to throw you against the mattress. you had but a brief sight of him — removing his clothes, standing in naked glory — before he hovered above you, teasing your slick, sensitive entrance with his leaking tip.
“you were kind enough to dance,” shanks mocked, his lips mere inches away from your own; hot breath fanning over your face. “but the spectacle won’t be complete until i have you singing.”
— 🐈⬛ : i’m running out of things to write here omg, happy kinktober? 😭
hii!! can i request for the event?? had this weird little scenario where a little kid goes up to reader, completely in love and confessing their love (even tho reader doesnt know who this little kid is) and the op men just look at what's happening with either a "😬" or "😠" reaction. any characters for this scenario would work but if you could put zoro as part of the 3 that would be great
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Characters: fem reader x Zoro, Sanji, Shanks Total word count: 600
Zoro
“You are so beautiful!” A child screamed, slamming into you and wrapping his arms around your midrift tightly. “I love you!”
“Hey!” Zoro shouted, reaching for the kid. “Get off her!”
“Zoro!” you chided, shielding the kid from your boyfriend's wrath. “It’s okay!”
“You are the most amazing lady I’ve ever seen! Your smile is radiant, and you are kinder than anyone I’ve ever met!”
You laughed, slowly prying the kid off of you. You were about to bend down to talk to him, but Zoro beat you to it.
“Listen brat,” he hissed. “Go find another beautiful lady! This one is mine.”
The kid stuck his tongue at Zoro. “If you keep being so mean, she’ll leave you for a real man like me!”
“What did you-!”
“Zoro, stop!” you giggled, pulling him away. You looked back at the little boy, giving him a wink. “It was nice to meet you!”
“I’ll see you soon, lovely lady!”
You intertwined your arm with Zoro’s again, laughing at his outburst. “Wanna tell me what that was about?”
“He reminded me of that stupid cook,” Zoro groaned. “Besides, that kid needs to buzz off. You’re already taken.”
Sanji
“Excuse me miss,” a small voice came from behind you, and you turned around.
He was young. Probably around 6 or 7, with caramel brown hair and clear blue eyes.
“Hi there,” you said, breaking away from Sanji’s hold so you could squat down so you were at eye level with him.
“I just wanted to tell you are the most beautiful woman alive.” He held out a wildflower with small white petals. “Will you marry me?”
You giggled at his request. His bluntness reminded you of someone else you knew.
“I’m flattered. How about you come find me when you’re older?” you challenged.
He pushed the flower into your hands. “I will. I’ll never forget you! Until then, here’s something to remember me by!”
He took off, his cheeks pink with embarrassment. You laughed and stood up, your hand returning to Sanji’s.
“You have competition,” you teased.
Sanji hummed pleasantly, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “He has good taste in women. Can’t argue with that.”
Shanks
You unfolded the note the little boy had given you and read the scribbles across the paper.
Please make my day and kiss me. You are so beautiful and kind. I love you.
Shanks peered over your shoulder, looking at the note, and burst out into laughter.
“Shanks!” you scolded under your breath. “Don’t laugh!”
“Look kid, only a real man gets to kiss this lady.” He planted a messy kiss on your cheek to prove his point.
The kid looked at you and him, and then ran off.
“Shanks!”
“He’ll be back, don’t worry.”
Shanks was right. A few hours later, the kid was standing at the end of the bar, peeking out and watching you from afar.
“You wanna impress her?” Shanks asked, creeping up behind the boy. “Give her a rose and ask her for a kiss. To her face. Like a man.”
“Will that work?” the boy whispered, glancing back at you nervously.
“That’s how I got her to kiss me,” he admitted. “Good news for you, I even have a spare rose.”
The little boy walked up to you, his knees visibly shaking as he gripped the rose in his hands.
“I got this for you,” he said softly. “Will you kiss me?”
Your eyes darted to Shanks, a smile dancing across your lips.
“Thank you,” you said, taking the flower from him and giving him a small peck on the cheek. “I’d be honored to kiss such a polite young man.”
ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION MEN + DICK HEADCANONS & SIZES
a/n. i wrote this last night at 5am while sleep deprived so the further it gets the more wack it gets LOL
cw/tw. f!reader, rough sex, blowjobs, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, body hair, skinny penis, unprotected sex, for 18+ readers
MONKEY D. LUFFY
— 6.5” but thinks he’s average, so he doesn’t stretch it out with his abilities. not too girthy, but he makes up for it with his unrelenting stamina. it curves up against his stomach and leans left slightly. a little bit messy because he tried to shave it once and nicked himself, so he just settled with the hair. honey-toned towards the base and a deep red at the tip, especially when he’s raring to go.
— he wants to do it in every position, on every surface. he has you bent over the dinner table, one leg up and slamming into you mercilessly. he has you spread eagle in the bathtub, legs locked behind his back as he stuffs you full. it’s almost as if his dick is made for you, the curve perfectly abuses your g-spot as every orgasm overwhelms you, and you’re left a sobbing, babbling mess. he wants to know if he’s doing well, and he gets his answer when you chant “s— so, ah! good, fuck, d— don’t stop!” like a prayer.
RORONOA ZORO
— long, fat and heavy. he’s blessed with a stunning 7.3” length, though if anyone asks, he rounds down to make them feel more at ease. veiny. the mushroom tip is flushed purple, and it’s rests nicely on your tongue!! probably messy down there, he doesn’t see the point in shaving or trimming, but if you ask nicely, he’ll grunt, roll his eyes, and do it for you.
— you insisted that you didn’t need any prep, but as you straddled him, lining up your cunt with his cock, you soon realised your mistake. you have to spread yourself open, face scrunching up, and slowly sink down. he loves the feeling of your pussy walls fluttering as you start riding him. when your eyes flutter shut and your hips stutter, he takes control—holding you tight by the waist and fucking into you until you’re screaming.
SANJI VINSMOKE
— 6.4” and so so pretty. slender, with a pale shaft that leads into a rosy pink at the tip. it curves up and to the right. the carpet matches the drapes. he keeps it neat, though he probably doesn’t grow much hair anyway. he trims it once every few days, but he’ll never admit to it. smells the best AKA smells really clean, like soap.
— he goes crazy when you maintain eye contact and drop to your knees. you take his cock in hand, lifting it to run your tongue on the underside, tracing a prominent vein. you swirl your tongue around his sensitive head and his whole body is shaking, knees buckling as he chases that familiar high.
USUPP
— coming in at 5.8”, he makes up for it in his thick girth. when he jerks himself off, he can barely wrap his hand around it. he’s soooo sensitive that the wind can blow and he’s be hard. fat fat fat mushroom head that’s olive, golden-hued, and always oozing precum. heavy heavy balls. he might be clumsy and inexperienced, but his size alone is enough to make you drool. trims sometimes but only when he thinks he might get lucky.
— his hand grips your hair as you worship his cock, working magic with your mouth. as you jerk him off, you give small kitten licks to his leaking tip, tasting his salty precum. you whisper, “i want you” and before you know it, he has you pinned under him, rutting his thick cock into you desperately. his eyes are fixated on the way your cunt swallows him, and only strangled groans escape his lips.
BUGGY
— sorry buggy simps but he’s definitely a shower not a grower, though he still does comes in at a nice 6”! also, it’s ya boy, skinny penis. built like a tree branch but at least it’s really veiny, AND he knows how to talk you through it. so really, it might not be the most impressive but with his confidence when he’s fucking you? he’ll fuck you out and make you believe he’s 8” and 5”.
— he loves admiring your sopping cunt as it swallow him whole, your princess parts stretching to to accommodate his cock. he likes to fucks you. he presses you up against a window and fucks you from the back, choking you with his forearm and practically purrs, “taking me so well, ya dirty slut, fuckin’ cunt was made for my cock.”
SHANKS
— he doesn’t act like it buuuuuuut monster cock. it’s 7.8”, thick, and curved so much it slaps against his happy trail. let me tell you that when he sun tans, he does it naked. he lathers that horse cock up with sunblock and spreads eagle on the sand, hands behind his head, so he’s bronzed and beautiful. trims when he feels like it or if you ask, he doesn’t really think much about it.
— he doesn’t look like he’s putting in much effort when he fucks, barely breaking a sweat, but he has you writhing, hands gripping the sheets, eyes hazy and choking on your own spit. he knows what he’s doing to you. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing in delicate circles making you cum over and over again until you’re absolutely wrecked. when he’s close, he picks up the pace, grunting heavily, hips stuttering as he spills his seed inside of you. when he pulls out, he takes the time to finger fuck his cum back into you, your body shaking as you work through the aftershock.
❥ SHANKS X FEM!READER
❥ WORD COUNT: 2.3k
❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: forced orgasms, some yandere vibes, dub-con to be safe, very inappropriate use of conqueror's haki, power dynamics (captain/crew), praise, creampie, Shanks is so mean but so good and I would die for him
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“You’re gonna cum for me, darlin’, even if I have to take it from you.”
The weight of his words curl around your throat like a vice, blood pumping in your ears you until can barely hear his boisterous laugh.
The smile he gives is so cheshire, so oddly genuine, it makes a shiver of fear run down the back of your neck. Perhaps it’s actually pleasure, but the emotions are too entangled for your brain to piece apart your state of mind.
He’s not letting you go this time, not until he gets what he wants.
“Shanks,” you plead, nails gripping into the black fabric of his cloak, “we shouldn’t, you’re my captain, and I—”
“And your captain knows what’s best for you. Promise.”
The playful lilt in his voice is disarming.
He always lures you in so easily, and usually you can squirm away, calm your raging heart and pretend like you’re not the object of his desires. Because you shouldn’t be, you can’t be, you’re honor bound to serve him as your captain and you refuse to let lust cloud your relationship to Shanks. He helped make you a pirate. You’re more than a mistress.
Yet he’s already stripped you bare for him tonight, easy work for one of the most powerful men on the seas.
Warm lips press into your cheek as you turn your face from him, gritting your teeth as you deny his kiss.
Shanks chuckles in the face of your defiance, squishing his fingers into your cheeks to make you look at him.
“You know, you really are cute, thinking you can stop me. Besides, don’t you want to follow Captain’s orders, hm? That’s why I picked you—you’re so loyal, always willing to please. But you should please and be pleased.”
His eyes close with a sincere smile, the pink scars nearly shining in the firelight of his room.
Perhaps you do forget sometimes how weak you are compared to him, to the man who can cut down enemies with a single gaze.
Trapped between his colossal body and the wall, you have nowhere to run, no way to slink off and keep only ghosts of his touches. He’s going to make you feel every moment.
“Want me to show you how good I can make you feel?”
“Trust me, I know, I know how good you’d feel, but I can’t—”
“You have no idea.”
Somehow he feels closer, as if the sun-kissed skin of his chest from his parted shirt is already blending into yours. He is darkness clouding over you, engulfing you.
He cups your chin with his hand, big fingers spilling down onto your neck. He slants his mouth over yours before you can protest, moving plush lips until you can’t help but moan. Spiced rum, aged and smooth, greets you when his tongue slides between parted lips. He kisses like a dance, like a back and forth that he leads.
“Breathe,” he whispers, and you don’t have to ask why. You sense his conqueror’s haki in the air before you feel the power lick at your skin, dragging and pulling and hot.
“Cum for me.”
Lightning quick, your tummy tightens, the pleasure centers of your brain on overload as he overtakes you. Desire boils down to your cunt like a poisonous liquid heat, unbearable, sinful, yet so, so blissful as your pussy flutters and you fall over the crest of orgasm.
“Fuck! Oh, fuck you, fuck, fuck…” Your eyes squeeze closed as the ecstasy is literally ripped from your body, like he somehow sunk his hand inside your core and extracted all the delight he craves.
“Doesn’t that feel good?”
You can’t help but nod, because yes, it does, as if pleasure is bursting like supernovas underneath your skin. Your hands are clinging to him, one around the back of his neck, the other beneath his shirt, like you can’t help but be closer to the source of your heat.
“Shanks, I…” your tongue is so thick in your mouth, searching for words you can’t think of.
“Now imagine just how fucking good you’ll feel when you do that on my cock.”
“Please, oh, god, please.”
His famous laugh greets your ears and you’re almost knocked back to the reality of who has you in his grasp.
“That’s my girl.”
You’re in his bed before you know it, eyes glassy at the sight of his naked body. You knew he’d be beautiful, but the actual view of him, on his knees, pumping his cock in his hand while between your legs has you whining.
“What’s going on in your pretty little head? Tell me.”
“I…want you, so badly, and I-I’m sorry for pushing you away. I never—”
He shushes you, takes his hand from his cock so he can brush the back of his finger across your cheek, “You were just doing what you thought was right. Didn’t wanna just be my plaything, did you? I know you wanted to be my strong little pirate, but you can be both.”
“Promise?”
“Swear it.” He grins like a little boy as he mockingly draws an X across his heart with his finger.
How can someone so deadly be so adorable?
Your instincts are flaring again, telling you to run, that once he sinks his claws into you, you’ll only ever be his. Nothing more, nothing less.
Maybe that doesn’t sound so bad, especially not with how good it feels when he buries his hand between your thighs, fingers playing in your wetness.
Shanks is equal parts messy and methodical, swirling his fingers around in your slick folds before rubbing his thumb over your already sensitive clit. You cry out, back arching and nails digging so deeply in his pillows you swear you hear fabric rip.
“Think I made you wet enough to take my cock already, don’t you?”
To prove his point, he slides his slick-drenched fingers between your lips, letting you taste yourself. You nod your affirmation as you suck against his skin, his eyes shining as you wrap your tongue around his fingers.
You eye his cock between his legs, preening at the thought of having him inside you. His cock is pretty, fat, already leaking and veins straining beneath silken skin. Red curls crawl up his toned stomach and you nearly drool around his fingers.
All you ever wanted was to be a pirate, but the sight of your captain’s cock has you content to be a whore.
“Been dreamin’ about you in my sheets ever since I found you, darlin’. Knew you were the one for me, my perfect girl.”
“Oh please,” you gasp as he draws his fingers from your mouth, dragging them down to your tit so he can pinch your nipple, “you know what praise does to me, Shanks.”
“Of course I do,” he sing-songs, grasping his dick and pushing his tip between your folds. He presses in, a cant of his hips shoving his cock halfway into your dripping hole. Your head falls back at the stretch, cooing at the feel of him.
Shanks is clearly done chasing you, mindset moved to capture, to take. He bottoms out and immediately starts moving, grinning as he watches your pussy lips drag along his length.
He wolf-whistles at the sight, making you flush with a strange mixture of embarrassment and pride. “Look at that pretty fucking pussy. So slutty already for me.”
Strong fingers push your thigh back, spreading you wide as he starts his pace.
“Now,” Shanks clicks his tongue against his teeth, “let’s see what it feels like when I make you cum around my cock.”
“You don’t, ah,” you gasp as his cockhead prods against a soft spot, “h-have to make me, I’ll—”
“Shh, I’ll take care of you, baby. Let me make you feel good, yeah?”
There’s no time to think, not with how fast he acts, a simple look into your eyes has you shattering until you scream. The pleasure claws from your depths all over again, more intense now that your cunt has his fat cock to convulse around. You suck him in deep as you fall, bliss blooming over every nerve ending. Your toes curl, your nails cut into his shoulders, your stomach nearly hurts from the twisting of your orgasm.
“God damn, you feel so fucking good when you do that, get so tight around me.”
“Sh-Sha—mhm, fuck,” you try to protest, to say something, but the way his body moves into yours is like the mesmeric waves, lulling you into a headspace of drifting euphoria.
He’s all over you—hand in your hair, tongue sliding down your neck, lips sucking at the fat of your tits, teeth scraping along your curves. He’s all encompassing, snaking his arm behind your back until you're pressed against his thick chest and rocking with every thrust.
The orgasms have made you numb, all you feel is pure carnality, like now you just exist to fuck and be fucked.
For a moment you wonder if he’s still forcing it on you, but you decide you don’t care. He’s the only one who can make you feel like this, haki or no.
Shanks brushes his nose down your cheek, lips hot and wet as he kisses your skin, “Touch me, baby, be with me.”
Like puppetry, your hands trace his musculature, taking note of how his shoulders roll with every push and how his abdominal muscles stiffen whenever your cunt spasms from pleasure.
You kiss over the freckles on his shoulder, down to the thick bicep he no longer wraps in bandages.
He groans as your lips get close to where his arm used to be, a purr from deep in his chest like you’re too close to something vulnerable.
“Gonna take from you again, darlin.’ Gotta feel your cunt suck me dry.”
“N-no I can—I can do it, I can cum for you, promise.”
“Mhm, where’s the fun in that when I can just make you?”
His hand snakes around your body, letting you sink into the bed free of his hold. He teases your clit just because he can, because he likes watching you wiggle and writhe and whine beneath him.
You suck in a sob, “Please, just a little more, more, and I—”
Shanks’ haki feels like the warm licks of familiar fire. He burns because you let him too close, stared too long at the flames.
You’re sure he purposely brings the assault of his conqueror's power on slower, lets it bleed and blend with the ecstasy building from the sensitive pressure on your clit.
This crest is bigger, fuller, like you’ve been thrown from the Red Force into the toiling dark ocean. Only it’s boiling, scorching and tugging the pleasure from deep within your belly.
“Oh god,” you throw your head back and whine, “too hot.”
Shanks groans deep from his chest, fingers pausing on your clit as he feels you cum around him. His thighs shake, cock twitching and throbbing. Mean fingers dig into the softness of your belly like he’s clinging to sanity, holding himself back just enough to be in control.
“One more, baby.”
He starts thrusting again, a slow grind into your depths that has red curls kneading into your clit. You feel him in your guts, your heart, like the beat of blood in your veins.
“C-can’t, god, can’t, please.” Please no. Please yes. You’re back in an entanglement of emotions where no way is up, the sun still so far from underneath the waves.
Shanks buries his face in your neck, red hair fanning like embers across overheated skin.
He sucks at your pulse, flesh between his lips, “yes you can, my good girl. For me.”
You’re slammed into a new atmosphere, floating for seconds before being dragged back down, down to where you feel details of your name whispered against your throat and the pulsing of a thick cock as ropes of cum spill into tight, gummy walls.
“Fuuuucckk, oh g-god, Shanks, hurts, so good, shit—”
You babble until your mouth runs dry, anchored by your captain’s bruising grasp on your hip. He has you flush against his body, heavy breaths syncing as you both float up from hell.
It’s like waking up from a dream when he starts kissing you, all feather-light and reverent. He sits up and his lopsided smile seems so sincere.
“So proud of you, really thought you were gonna pass out there for a second.” He laughs playfully, blowing a stray red hair from his face.
All you do is whine and shift your sore hips, gasping at the feel of his cock still hard and deep inside you.
You’re not sure how much time passes before he pops his dick out—your heart beats are too erratic to count as seconds.
He sinks praises into your skin, kissing down your breasts, your belly, making you jerk when he kisses the mound of your pussy.
His breath is hot on your clit. That feeling has your mind shattering like porcelain, a sharp smack centering you straight back into reality. You sit up and stare at the scene before you, sharp-eyed prey watching a predator in the forest.
“Shanks, no, please, for the love of god—”
“No no no no, it’s okay,” he coos from between your legs, eyes closing and head cocking to the side as he smiles, “I’m not gonna take this one from you. Promise. Gonna let you do it all by yourself, nice and slow.”
It’s easy to forget that Shanks is a bad liar when he shoves his pretty face down to eat his cum from your pussy.