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[dopexwang]

Idk if you have open requests, so feel free to ignore..! I just wanted to see your take on Sanji with a chubby/curvy reader, mayhaps? Js being really infatuated with her body n stuff.. absolutely no pressure at all tho.

HIP-NOTIZE | Sanji Vinsmoke

synopsis: "A Feast for the Eyes" - Sanji

content: smut

The sun’s warm against your skin, the kind of heat that makes you melt into the lounge chair. You’re laying next to Nami and Robin, the three of you stretched out in your swimsuits, glistening from a mix of ocean mist and body oil. It’s peaceful, lazy—until you hear the soft thump of shoes on the deck.

Sanji’s voice calls out, smooth and cheerful. “ And here, I present your orders, as requested.”

He moves with practiced grace, balancing the tray like it’s nothing. He sets Nami’s tangerine smoothie beside her with a wink. Gently places Robin’s iced coffee where her fingers are already waiting.

And then he pauses by you.

Instead of bending and placing it beside your chair, he kneels.

One knee to the deck, posture perfect, golden hair falling just so across his face so beautifully. He holds your glass like it's something precious—like you are.

He leans in, voice soft and close, just for you.

“Your drink, Coconut water, crushed ice, and a splash of mango. Just how you like it.”

You turn your head slowly, catching his eyes beneath your lashes. A lazy, summer-sweet smile curves your lips. "Thank you, Sanji."

The way you say his name—soft and syrupy—makes something in his chest stutter.

He swallows, gaze dipping to the curve of your hips, the way the sunlight kisses your skin. “If you need anything else…” His voice lowers, teasing. “Anything at all, just call for me. I’ll come running.”

Robin glances over the top of her shades with an amused hum. Nami just snorts into her straw.

But you? You sip your drink slowly, smile still lingering.

Time descends.

The sun slips beneath the horizon, leaving a trail of burnt orange and violet in its wake. Lanterns flicker to life across the Sunny’s deck, casting a warm, gentle glow on the ship. Dinner’s long since been served and devoured—laughter still echoes faintly, but the crew has scattered to their corners. Some are already tucked in. Others drift in and out of quiet conversations.

You’re still out on deck, leaned back in that same lounge chair from earlier, a light cover draped across your lap, the night air soft on your skin.

You hear the door creak open behind you. Footsteps again. Slower this time. Familiar.

Sanji.

He’s shed his dinner coat, sleeves rolled up, collar loose. A cigarette glows between his fingers, but it’s barely smoked—like even that takes second place when you’re in view.

He stops beside you. Doesn’t say anything at first. Just watches the way your fingers idly stroke the glass of your now-empty drink, how your legs are still bare and stretched out, moonlight gleaming off your skin.

“Even the moon bows at your feet” he murmurs finally. Voice low. Almost reverent.

You tilt your head back to look at him. “Is that so?”

He smiles, slow and tilted. “I will follow some day, no?”

You laugh, soft. “You’re such a flirt.”

“And you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he counters, as if that’s fact—not flattery.

You watch him a moment. “Everyone else is gone.”

He nods. “They are.”

You shift the cover, pat the empty lounge Infront of you. “Then stay with me, please”

He sits without hesitation.

Like he’d been waiting—hoping—you’d ask. No flourish this time. No dramatic kneel or playful wink. Just the quiet sincerity of a man who wants to be exactly where you are.

The breeze plays with the strands of his hair, tousling them across his brow. He leans forward, elbows on knees, the line of his back curved and relaxed, but there’s a tension in him too—like he’s holding something back. Like you still undo him without even trying.

Your legs stretch out between his, brushing lightly against his shins. He doesn’t move. Just lets it happen.

You shift up slightly on your elbows, the thin cover falling to the side, exposing more of your thigh. The corner of his mouth twitches, gaze flicking down for only a second before snapping back to your eyes.

“Sanji,” you murmur.

"yes" he answers slow, like he had been pondering a thought that he cannot act upon.

You sit up all the way now, close enough that your knees touch his chest, your fingers trailing lightly down his forearm. “You’ve been staring at me all day.”

His breath catches.

“You served everyone drinks, but mine came with a kneel and a whisper.”

“That obvious, huh?” he says, chuckling nervously.

“Mmhmm.” You tilt your head, eyes soft but direct. “Why?”

He looks down at your legs again, then to your face, then away entirely—like he’s trying to school his expression, but the flush creeping up his neck gives him away.

“Because I’m…” he exhales. “Infatuated. Honestly. Completely. You’re you. The way you move, the way you laugh… your body, your mind, your smile—”

You reach forward, take his chin between two fingers, gently coaxing him to look at you.

“Say it.”

His voice drops. “I think about touching you. Constantly.”

You smile slowly. “Where?”

“Everywhere.”

You lean in, your voice like velvet now, thick with amusement and promise. “You’re allowed to.”

His eyes darken, lashes lowering. “If I start, I won’t stop.”

“Good.”

And just like that—his restraint snaps.

He leans in, one hand sliding up your thigh, reverent, fingers spread wide like he’s afraid of missing a single inch of you. His other hand braces beside you, and then his mouth is on yours—hot, deep, slow. Like he’s been starving all day and you’re the only thing that can fill him.

And in the hush of night, with the stars spilling overhead and the scent of sea salt and citrus still lingering in the air, he lets himself finally have what he’s craved.

Your drag your nails over the skin of the nape of his neck. A soft sigh escapes him and he hold onto the chair gazing up into your eyes. His ocean of blue somewhat warm.

Your nails drag slowly at the nape of his neck, and Sanji breathes out a sigh—soft and wrecked. Like the touch alone unraveled something tight inside him.

His hand clenches around the edge of the lounge chair for balance, for control, even as his body leans into yours, caught between reverence and want. Then he looks up at you.

Eyes blue as the deepest part of the sea, but tonight… they’re warm.

No hunger. No urgency. Just you. And the kind of aching softness that threatens to undo you.

He doesn’t speak at first—just watches you. His thumb strokes the curve of your outer thigh in a lazy, absentminded loop, like he can’t stop touching you even when he’s lost in your gaze.

“You always do this to me,” he murmurs eventually, voice low, a little rough at the edges. “One smile. One look. And I forget how to breathe.”

You swallow around the lump forming in your throat, heart suddenly heavier with the weight of his honesty.

“I think I like watching you fall apart,” you say, teasing, but gentle.

He laughs quietly, breath fanning against your lips. “I think I’d let you destroy me.”

You lean in, brushing your nose against his. “That’s dangerous talk, Sanji.”

“I know.” His hand curls around your waist, pulling you flush to him. “But you make danger look like heaven.”

“I know.” His hand curls around your waist, pulling you flush to him. “But you make danger look like heaven.”

Then his lips find your wrist—soft, deliberate.

A kiss.

Then another, trailing slowly upward, like he's following the very path his thoughts have taken all day.

Each press of his mouth is slower than the last, like he's savoring the taste of you—like your skin is the sweetest thing he’s ever been allowed to touch. His fingers brush your arm, steadying it, guiding his next kiss. Then another, just above your elbow. His breath is warm, his lips tender, and his eyes flicker up through his lashes with quiet reverence as he moves higher still.

You skin licks with heat each time. A slow heat rising to your face as he maintains that reaching gaze, as if he ought to reach for your soul.

He reaches your shoulder, and he lingers there—pressing a kiss into the curve, into that soft spot that makes you sigh when his mouth lingers. He doesn’t miss that. He lets out the faintest hum, pleased.

Then, gently, carefully, he slips a finger beneath the strap of your swimsuit. The fabric slides down your arm like it was never meant to be there.

His lips follow its path, reverent.

One kiss just above your breast.

Then lower.

Then lower still, until he’s right there—hovering just above where you ache for him.

He kisses the soft flesh of your chest with an intimacy that makes your breath hitch. Not rushed. Not greedy. Worshipful.

“You’re unreal,” he murmurs into your skin. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

His hand rises to cup your breast, thumb brushing lightly across your nipple. Your body reacts instantly—back arching, a soft sound slipping from your lips before you can stop it.

Sanji’s gaze sharpens at that.

His lips find you again, this time over your nipple, and he kisses it slowly, deeply, as if your pleasure is the most sacred thing he’s ever been given the honor of holding.

His breath was heavy and gaze, hungry. A starving man, he squeezes both sides of your hips "I want to...inside" he whispers

a/n: Hey so I'm starting off a little warm I see requests for days I've already done some of them, and I'm proof reading and so fort, i will be posting a lot so don't be scared to send more, i promise i won't disappear without telling yall, scouts honor.💌😭

[dopexwang]

Older men do it better ~ ! MDNI

a/n; good lord i NEED HIM. Another erasermic smut coming soon chat<3 thank you for all the love!!

— Older Man/Younger Woman (reader is in her 20‘s), Age Gap, Praise, First Squirt, Fingering, Oral (F Receiving), Gentle Dom, Creampie, // F!Reader

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— First Time, For You —

It started with a cat café — of all places. You’d gone in because you were lonely, wanting warmth and soft fur and maybe the quiet hum of other people’s lives nearby. You hadn’t expected him.

A tired man in black, hair half-tied, dark eyes following a stray kitten batting at his zipper. He looked… exhausted. But when he’d glanced at you, something warm settled in your stomach. He’d given you a polite nod — nothing more — but when you’d both reached for the same rescue cat, your fingers brushed.

A conversation. A cup of tea. A few more nights — then one late evening, back at your tiny apartment, your knees tucked under you on the couch as he traced lazy circles on your thigh.

You’d never dated someone older — not really. Boys your age had fumbled with you, gotten themselves off quick, and left you unsatisfied, half-numb, wondering if maybe it was your fault. But Aizawa — Shouta — was older. Experienced. And when you’d confessed, shyly, that you’d never really… finished — his eyes had darkened, thumb brushing your lips like he could pull the truth from your mouth.

Tonight, he’s proving you wrong — with patience you didn’t know you craved so badly.

⸻

“You’re tense,” he murmurs, voice low, gravel thick in the hush of your bedroom. He’s lying beside you, propped on one elbow, hair spilling around his shoulders as his hand slips beneath the waistband of your soft shorts.

You squirm at the first drag of his fingers over your panties — so wet they stick to you, heat pooling in your belly at just the light pressure. He chuckles when you gasp.

“Don’t hide from me,” he murmurs, lips brushing your jaw. “Let me see what you look like when someone really takes their time.”

You whimper — he peels your shorts off, panties following with a slow tug. He spreads your thighs with firm, unhurried hands, the scrape of his stubble against your inner thigh making you shiver.

“Have you ever squirted before?” he murmurs suddenly, mouth ghosting over your hipbone.

You freeze — flush hot. “N-no. I don’t think I can—”

He lifts his head — that lazy smirk tugging at his mouth. “Oh, doll. You can. You just need someone who knows how to pull it out of you.”

Your protest melts to a broken sound when his lips wrap around your clit — warm and wet and focused. His fingers ease inside you, thick and slow, crooking just right until you’re gasping, thighs trembling around his head.

He works you open until your belly tightens, the tension sharp and hot — but when you come the first time, it’s not quite enough. Not yet.

When he finally slides his thick, meaty cock inside you, you’re already dripping, stretched and ready for him. He presses close, one big hand under your thigh, pushing your knees to your chest — folding you into the bed.

His pace is slow at first — teasing, deep, each roll of his hips dragging you closer to that dizzy edge again. He leans over you, voice rough against your ear.

“You’re gonna come for me like this too,” he groans, hips snapping harder. “Gonna squirt all over my cock. Ever done that for anyone?”

You shake your head — babbling his name as his thrusts get sharper, rougher, hitting something deep inside that makes your eyes roll back.

“That’s right. Only for me,” he snarls, sweat dripping from his hair onto your chest. “Good girl — let go for me. Give it to me.”

The wet slap of skin fills the room — your gasps mix with the rough, low curses he presses to your neck. His thumb finds your clit, circles it tight and fast, and the world shatters behind your eyelids.

You cry out — voice cracking when the orgasm rips through you. Heat rushes out in a gush you’ve never felt before — soaking his stomach, his thighs. He groans low and filthy, hips stuttering as you squirt around him, dripping down to the sheets.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growls, pressing you open wider as he fucks you through it, hips pounding harder. “So beautiful — so fucking messy for me.”

He stays buried deep when he spills inside you, thick and warm, growling your name like a promise against your throat. He doesn’t pull out right away — just holds you pinned, shivering under him, the mess of slick and sweat sticking you together.

When you finally catch your breath, trembling, he kisses your temple — soft and possessive.

“First time for everything, doll,” he murmurs, voice raw but warm. “Next time, you’ll show me how much more you can give me.”

[dopexwang]

HEY can i request.. literally anything with aizawa (i am starved for aizawa content like literally)

like literally just write whatever you feel like as long as its him😛😛😛

- 😼

⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆! ⎯ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐀 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀

summary: While getting ready for another early-morning class, Aizawa Shouta is pulled back into bed by the one person he can never say no to — his loving, dangerously persuasive wife.

warnings: soft seduction, morning sex, explicit content, wife!reader, whipped husband Aizawa, domestic fluff, lazy pacing, lots of kissing & touching, slow & sweet smut, playful dialogue, mild swearing, suggestive teasing, reader gets what she wants, pro hero neglecting duty (for good reason)

wc: 0.6k words.

😼: hi sweets, you’re lucky i just finished my aizawa Drabble <3

The sun barely peeked through the curtains when Aizawa stirred. You felt it — the way his body shifted under the sheets, muscles tensing, that signature sigh he always gave when he knew it was time to get up.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes, hair a wild mess around his face. His voice was low and gravelly when he muttered, “I have class in an hour.”

You reached out lazily, arm wrapping around his waist. “Mmm… no you don’t.”

He glanced down, already skeptical. “Don’t start.”

“Too late,” you whispered, pressing soft kisses to the base of his spine, your fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt. “You work too much. Stay. Just… this morning.”

“You said that yesterday.” His tone was dry, but his body wasn’t pulling away. “And the day before. And the—”

“Okay, okay,” you interrupted with a giggle, now pressing your body against his back, “But I’m persuasive. And you’re weak.”

“Not weak,” he mumbled as your hand trailed lower, teasing over the waistband of his boxers. “Just… married to a menace.”

“A menace who loves you,” you purred, nibbling on the shell of his ear. “And really wants to make slow, sweet love to you before you go pretend to hate people for eight hours.”

He turned toward you then, hair falling into his face as he looked at you with that half-lidded, utterly whipped expression.

“You know what happens if I stay.” His voice had dropped, deeper now, heavier with want.

“Exactly,” you murmured against his lips.

And he gave in — again — like he always did. He let you pull him back down into the covers, bodies tangling together, kisses lazy and full of heat. The kind of sex that wasn’t rushed or rough — just warm, slow, and intimate. Like you were the only thing on his to-do list that day.

Somewhere in the distance, his phone buzzed with a reminder. He ignored it, choosing instead to bury his face in your neck, groaning as you smiled smugly beneath him.

“You’re going to make me lose my job,” he said into your skin.

“You’re a teacher. You’ll just save someone and they’ll forgive you.”

“Tch. I really should punish you for this.”

You arched into him with a grin. “Then don’t go. Stay. Make me pay for it properly.”

And so he did.

Again.

← MHA ┆ NAVI →

a/n : thanks for reading..

© 2025 chaeuvy ; ━━ do not copy or translate my work !

[dopexwang]

haunted.

pairing: sanji x afab!reader.

“you hated sanji — which made it impossible to understand why fucking him felt so good.”

warnings: smut — minors dni. enemies to lovers, hate sex, kitchen sex, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, rough sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, light spanking, size kink, semi-public setting (on the ship), unprotected sex, light degradation/praise mix.

you hated sanji. hated him in a visceral way, almost as if it were personal.

which is why it was hard to understand why on earth you were bent over his counter, in his kitchen, while sanji was fucking you hard — after already making you come at least twice.

all right, fine. let’s get the facts straight and go back to the beginning.

you had always hated men desperate for women — the kind who fawn over any skirt that walks by. so imagine your surprise when your captain introduced you to the crew — and there he was: the perfect embodiment of everything you wanted to avoid.

it felt like being thrown into a nightmare dressed in a suit and an apron, and it almost made you reconsider whether joining that madness was worth it.

for weeks, you tried to ignore him and simply go along with the journey, reminding yourself of luffy’s generosity and that this was your crew, after all.

in the end, even sanji was kind — sometimes too kind. but along with that kindness came a certain desperation that turned obvious virtues into an irritating façade, making you avoid him whenever you could.

deeper into that whole situation, no matter how much you tried not to let it show — to avoid turning your time together into hell — at some point he truly saw you, all of you, and pulled away.

as the months went by, he grew more distant, colder. not that he treated you badly — that would have been impossible, even under those circumstances — but he went from an unbearable chatterbox to a polite machine with pre‑programmed responses. he only offered you things when it was part of serving everyone else. it became nothing more than “good morning,” “good night,” or “thank you” — and nothing beyond that.

until that night.

you’d docked at a rather unusual island — not to say downright strange. as usual, most of the crew went ashore to shop, and this time it ended up being just you and sanji on the ship. you had a headache, and he preferred to pick out the best ingredients during the day, not late in the afternoon when only the scraps were left.

chopper was an amazing doctor, but sometimes his skills had their limits. even after resting and taking the medicine he had so kindly given you, your head still felt as if someone had set up camp inside your skull with a hammer.

it must have been around six o’clock when you finally left your room — the sun was still hugging the waves in its farewell. it would have been a beautiful end to the day, if you hadn’t been in such a foul mood.

even knowing sanji would be there, you went to the kitchen. you kept repeating to yourself that it would be fine, but the discomfort was already slicking your palms — still, you tried to keep your face impassive as you pushed the door open.

you forced yourself to look neutral as you stepped in. it wasn’t the kind of nerves that hit when someone attractive flirts with you — it was worse: that stifling unease that comes from the presence of someone you’ve been trying to avoid, and who just won’t stop existing near you.

sanji was chopping vegetables, completely focused. fine, maybe he was attractive. the way he moved in the kitchen was genuinely fascinating, and his tall, lean, strong frame didn’t hurt either. he wore one of those blue shirts, buttons undone almost halfway down his chest. the fabric looked light, a little wrinkled, revealing the start of a defined abdomen.

what a waste: a man so skilled with his hands, so physically appealing, turning pathetic the moment he opened his mouth, right?

maybe it was your brain betraying you, or the medication, maybe both. but you couldn’t help thinking you’d even sleep with him if he’d just keep his mouth shut. what would he be like in bed? pathetic there too? begging to fuck you? or would he drop that “gentleman” act and actually fuck you hard?

you gave your head a small shake, brushing the thought away, trying to remind yourself of who he really was — especially when your hormones and months without sex kept pushing you away from reason.

“feeling any better?” sanji’s voice made you glance toward him — though his eyes never left the carrots he was slicing.

you walked over to the cupboard, opening the doors casually. your hands weren’t sweaty anymore, but they were still a little cold. you preferred to believe it was because of the migraine creeping in, not because of him.

it happened often — nami never missed a chance to joke about it — but you were sure it was only because his presence annoyed you.

nothing to do with tension. nothing to do with arousal. even if, seconds ago, you’d been thinking about the slightest chance of sleeping with him.

“i am. chopper gave me some medicine, but i think it’s just a migraine,” you said, pulling out a jar with some teas you kept stored. then you turned to him, giving the jar a small shake and a barely‑there smile. “i think my teas might help more. you mind if i use the kitchen for a few minutes? i promise i’ll be quick.”

he nodded without even looking at you.

you moved over to the stove, ignoring his coldness — something that had already become routine. most women would probably feel offended being ignored by a man as handsome as sanji — of course, if he was being silently sexy like he was now, and not an idiot. but for you, that was perfect.

a few minutes passed, wrapped in an almost comforting silence. the only sounds were the bubbling of the water and the precise rhythm of sanji’s knife against the cutting board.

without meaning to, your eyes drifted from the tea box, its patterns neat and repetitive, and landed on him — more specifically, on his hands.

you spent a few seconds watching the way sanji chopped the vegetables with an annoyingly graceful precision. you narrowed your eyes slightly, annoyed at yourself for finding it beautiful.

no one could say how long you stood there, staring at him, until his voice snapped you back to reality.

“are you hungry? i can make something if you want.” he finally lifted his head, giving you a gentle look that somehow managed to irritate you all over again.

“no, thanks.” you tried not to sound curt, just uninterested. “i just want the tea.”

right on cue, the water boiled, the kettle’s whistle pulling you out of your own head. sanji stayed still for a moment, as if about to say something, but then closed his mouth and went back to what he was doing.

with surprising speed, you finished making the tea. standing back-to-back with sanji brought a tension no blade of his — no matter how sharp — could ever cut through. your shoulders were tight, your arms stiff with the almost-touch between your bodies, creating a thick, torturous charge in the air around you.

for a few moments, while the water steeped the tea bag, you found yourself tangled in your own thoughts. it was terrible not understanding what the hell you were feeling. anger, yeah — that had to be it. what bothered you was that no anger you could remember had ever come with such a strong urge to fuck someone.

did he feel the same? did sanji think about fucking you?

no, impossible. well, maybe possible — but not the way you wanted. sanji was known to fall hopelessly for just about anyone. clearly, you’d be just another one in his bed.

just the thought of that sent a sick feeling rising in your throat — uncomfortable as those thoughts were.

then suddenly, sanji appeared behind you. first, his long, strong arm reached over your head, grabbing something from a cabinet. right after, you felt his presence — closed off and tense, different from how he acted around the other women. it was more like the vibe he gave off next to zoro — the one he constantly traded barbs with and clearly hated.

he smelled like cigarettes mixed with nutmeg — a warm scent that wrapped around you in that moment, making you close your eyes for a second.

remembering where — and with whom — you were, you quickly turned, almost knocking over the hot cup into your own hand. the surprise made him step back a bit, but he was still close enough for that scent to keep... sinking into you.

and it wasn’t the only thing you wanted penetrating you.

fuck it. this was definitely the worst, most torturous pms — or sex deprivation — you’d ever had. seriously. what a humiliation.

“what are you doing, sanji?” you frowned at him. it annoyed you how easily he could unravel you with so little effort.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, just wanted to grab the seasoning.” his voice was low, almost a whisper.

he turned his face away, trying not to bite his lip. his voice was really sensual, nice to hear — it made you imagine what other pathetic sounds he might make.

you almost wanted to shove a knife down your own throat for thinking that. but honestly? that was all you had left for that weird night: the urge to fuck someone you said you hated.

“okay,” you said, grabbing the tea, ready to leave that kitchen. maybe nami was right. maybe your hatred wasn’t exactly what you thought. maybe. maybe. maybe.

“wait.” he touched your arm so gently you were caught off guard. “can i ask you something?”

you turned around, trying to hide any reaction — irritation, nervousness, whatever. it wouldn’t be fair to take it out on sanji just because he was in the same room as you.

“why... why do you hate me so much?” he asked, frowning with an expression you recognized as shame.

usually, sanji was pathetic — but not like that. you weren’t being mean, just honest. he had this awful habit of... well, humiliating himself. but right then, in that moment, he seemed different. like he was really digging deep in his mind, like he needed to get it all out at once.

you frowned too. even trying not to show it, it was impossible in the space you shared — and sanji was smart enough to notice certain things.

he moved closer but still kept a safe distance. your bodies were face to face, just millimeters apart.

putting the tea down on the counter, you crossed your arms, thinking of a reply. it was kinda hard — he was very much there. a bit taller, pretty strong. his presence was constant, undeniable.

looking away, you tried to follow your own thoughts. there was no dodging it, at some point you two had to have this talk. it was confusing too. maybe even you, despite having a plausible reason, didn’t fully get why his presence bothered you so much.

the explanation you had started to fade at some point — the point when your mind made you consider some not-so-appropriate thoughts.

you took a deep breath, already had something ready to say, but sanji didn’t let you. his hand landed on the counter, right next to your tea, and he leaned toward you. there was care and a certain hesitation in his movements — not something you’d expect from the sanji you knew.

“hit me, yell, or just stop talking to me if i’m wrong, but i don’t think you really hate me,” he whispered, “and i really want to be wrong, but at the same time, i don’t.”

you opened your mouth, ready to snap back, but nothing came out. he was too close, his scent and the feel of his body so near yours hitting your nerves. it was like you were frozen — not uncomfortable, but caught in your own lie, like a kid busted doing something wrong.

quickly, yet painfully slow, his fingers brushed your waist. his touch felt like fire spreading through your body, lighting something up inside you immediately.

“sanji…” your voice came out rougher than you wanted.

he closed the distance even more, his warm breath mixing with yours. “tell me to stop if you don’t want this, i’ll do whatever you ask.”

oh.

it hit you like a punch to the gut. you knew you should tell him to stop. you knew you hated desperation, that the reasons played in your head like a mantra every damn day — but you just couldn’t. none of that mattered when you felt his body so close, his touch burning enough to almost intoxicate you. his skin golden in the late afternoon light, his big hands anchored on your hips — that’s what mattered.

there was no sweetness in the kiss. it couldn’t be.

it was urgent and hot, like a heated fight over who’d give in first. as for sanji, you didn’t know, but you weren’t ready to give up yet. gripping his shirt, you felt the buttons scratch the palm of your hand as you pulled him closer, wanting to fuse your bodies even more and hold on to that good feeling.

sanji groaned low against your mouth, making your whole body shiver. you felt your back hit the counter, his hands sliding down your waist to the hem of your shirt. when his fingers touched your bare skin, you arched, letting out a sigh that was anything but hate.

he kept kissing you while his fingers expertly traced down your shirt, slowly undoing the buttons. their mouths parted, and he started kissing your neck, leaving light bites that made you moan without meaning to.

“your voice is so beautiful… i’ve always wondered what it would be like to hear you moan my name.” his voice came out rough.

“you’re gonna have to try a lot harder if you want to hear your name from my mouth, sanji.” you growled, even though you were trembling inside.

he kissed damn well. really well. sanji smiled and pulled you closer again, making you sit on the counter.

“and i can do whatever i want? i thought you hated me… you’re gonna give in that easily?” his fingers played between your breasts, covered only by the thin fabric of your bra, making you frown in pleasure. sanji deliberately rubbed against you and you felt his hard erection. it took more willpower than you thought you had not to touch it, not to find out just how big he really was.

you leaned closer to his mouth, pulling him by his messy collar until his lips were near.

“yeah… maybe i will. but there’s a catch: you’ll have to fuck me really well, then i’ll think about hating you a little less. and don’t even think i’m gonna beg for it. fuck me… prove that you can.”

he smiled and slid his fingers along your neck — but didn’t squeeze. pulling you in, he kissed you with even more desire than before. it hurt to admit it, but feeling his cock pressing against your thigh was driving you crazy. again, you had to be strong not to rip his clothes off and fuck him as many times as he could.

one kiss and your confusion melted into a single thought: you were completely dizzy from the mix of smells and sensations sanji was giving you right then.

sanji stopped kissing you again and trailed his lips down your back where your blouse was slightly open, leaving warm kisses that spread on your skin like a gentle fever, but also with a visceral heat.

you watched him descend the trail of kisses until he was on his knees between your legs.

sanji lifted his eyes to you, his face close to your pussy still covered. that look was clear and obvious: he wanted you without that piece of clothing. you lifted your hips on the counter, waiting for him to pull it off completely, but his hands slid up your thighs, under your skirt, pulling only your panties while a cheeky smile appeared on his lips.

when he finally took them off, he slipped them into his pocket.

damn, what a bastard. you hated that wicked smile of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.

there was another hint of a smile when sanji brought his face closer to your intimacy, while his hands pulled you to the edge of the table but held you firmly. he was pretty tall and the counter wasn’t that high, so it was easy for him to do whatever he wanted in that moment.

you first felt his tongue, warm and soft, sliding over your folds. he took one hand off your waist and gently slid his fingers between them, spreading you open, then slid his tongue again, this time with more confidence. he pulled a sigh from you, then a moan, and soon after, more and more.

it was impossible not to grab his blond strands while he ate you like pure worship. he started slow, testing the waters, but when he got a positive response, he began devouring you. his tongue slid over you and his fingers massaged your clit—every touch hitting your nerves, pulling guttural moans from deep inside you.

by then, your voice was louder than you wanted, but it was impossible not to moan while he was eating you so well. your climax was building deep inside, dripping along with the fluids sanji eagerly sucked with his lips. every second, you felt closer to paradise; after so long without sex, getting that divine oral was inevitable.

the bastard knew exactly how to eat pussy, that was undeniable. at least his big mouth was good for something.

“oh, sanji, fuck... this is so good, please don’t stop... i’m gonna come,” you moaned—and you lost badly, even though you’d claimed you wouldn’t, but fuck it.

then he stopped massaging your clit and started sliding his fingers inside you. he began with just one, which pulled a heavy sigh from you, then added another.

“so wet... my dick’s gonna slide into you so easy. i can’t wait to fuck you, you know?” he said, looking at you. there was so much lust in his eyes that suddenly you realized the situation and allowed yourself to feel a little embarrassed.

his blue eyes were as deep as the ocean, giving you a beautiful view of him between your legs, staring at you.

sanji then began pushing his fingers deeper inside you, fucking you. you threw your head back, moaning louder and louder as you felt yourself tighten around those long fingers.

when you lifted your head, sanji wasn’t on his knees anymore but close to you. his fingers were still working your pussy. you felt so close to coming that tears welled up in your eyes, your brain drifting farther from reality with every second.

suddenly sanji kissed you, this time with even more hunger. he ran his tongue over your lips while holding your face. and still, he didn’t stop fucking you for a second.

when he pulled away, he looked as ecstatic as you felt, but his presence made your head spin.

“looks like i’ll have to focus on fucking you and shutting you up at the same time,” he said, curling his fingers inside you — hitting your most sensitive spot with such precision it made the world around you disappear.

there was no ship, no people who might walk in and see you half-naked with your legs over him — just your heavy breathing, your almost-high-pitched moans, and the black-and-white flashes you now saw as shooting stars.

the orgasm hit you full force like a warm, glowing wave drenched in pure euphoria. from your core to the outside of your body, you trembled as spasms shook the inside of your thighs, radiating straight from your center and pulsing around where his fingers were — now slick with your fluids.

suddenly, sanji pulled away again — but with his fingers still inside you. breathless, you watched him lower his head once more, his eyes locking on yours before he slid his fingers out and gripped your thighs firmly, pressing them against his hips, spreading you even wider and giving him full access to your pussy.

he went back to eating you out, this time focused on sucking up the juices from your first orgasm. you were still catching your breath, so the sensation felt like being dragged back into that spiraling pleasure.

you barely had time to breathe. your first orgasm still pulsed in waves through your body as sanji’s mouth showed no mercy, licking and sucking every sensitive spot.

“sanji… i… can’t…” you gasped, but your words melted into a long moan as another wave crashed over you. a burst so fierce your muscles clenched around nothing, and you arched your back, feeling the second orgasm tear through you in spasms one after the other.

his hands held you tight as your breath hitched and your whole body shook, each contraction pulling another moan from you, until the tension melted into a heavy heat that spread across the counter, through the air, and into every muscle of yours.

by that point, there wasn’t a trace of hate left in you. the pleasure was so overwhelming, so damn good, you couldn’t even — no matter how much you wanted to — think about all the reasons you hated sanji.

he was good at this. good at pushing away bad thoughts, sucking everything out of you, leaving you with just that warm, confusing feeling flooding your body.

he stood up, smiling. definitely a beautiful sight: tousled blonde hair, his juices dripping down his chin and face. sanji pulled open a nearby drawer and wiped himself off, never taking his eyes off you.

“still hate me?” he asked low, his voice rough.

“yeah. a lot.” you panted, still coming down from the multiple orgasms you’d just had.

“so, should i keep going? you moan so damn well for someone who hates me. looks like i’m gonna have to fuck you until you don’t feel that anymore.”

you furrowed your brows — unsure if from pleasure or anger — and pulled him closer. once again, your sex met sanji’s hardness. he closed his eyes, clearly just as sensitive as you were.

“oh yeah?” you whispered. “with all this hate i’ve got, you’re gonna have to fuck me a lot, cook.”

that was enough. sanji grabbed you, lifting you off the counter and turning you around. you gave in to the sudden force, letting out a brief moan.

then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, thrusting a few times in the air. when you looked at him, you couldn’t help but notice the size �� sanji had a huge cock, long, not too thick, slightly curved. you wanted him inside you, no more waiting.

“like what you see?” he asked, catching your gaze.

“i’d like it more if you stopped hesitating and just fucked me already. or are you gonna tell me you gave up?” you shot back.

sanji thrust a few times, lifted your skirt higher, and slapped your ass, making you gasp. damn him. he rubbed his cock all over your pussy, gathering the wetness still there, then pushed back inside you. just the feeling of him sliding against you made you moan louder than expected, arching your back more on the counter.

then he lined himself up at your entrance and slowly began to slide in, stretching you out. even after cumming twice already, it was still hard to take him. he was thicker than you’d imagined just by looking.

“oh shit, so tight... you’re so damn good.” he groaned, closing his eyes and grabbing your hips tight.

once he was fully inside, he paused for a few seconds before starting to thrust hard — but not violently. the kitchen became the stage for the obscene sounds of your bodies colliding, his cock hitting all the right spots perfectly, making you see stars again.

you lifted your hips, trying to help him reach that spot. sanji got it immediately, holding you tight as he pounded harder, chasing his own orgasm.

his cock stretched your walls beautifully, and you felt like you were in heaven. his moans were delicious, and you were overwhelmed with pleasure. you buried your face in your arms, trying not to moan louder, but it was impossible.

before long, another orgasm was waiting for you. your legs trembled and your cervix contracted softly — a total contrast to the firm thrusts you were receiving.

then sanji, with gentle strength, tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled your face toward his. his movements were calm, even while fucking you hard.

“look at me while you come,” he said in a husky moan, keeping his rhythm. you felt every inch of his cock hitting all the right spots, making you roll your eyes in ecstasy.

“damn, you’re so beautiful.” he moaned again, almost purring.

“fuck you, sanji,” you said, feeling your body tense against his.

“fucking you sounds a lot more interesting.”

screw him.

another climax hit you — even stronger than the first two. your legs trembled harder, your abdomen contracted, spilling your juices god-knows-where, and you didn’t even care.

“that’s it, come for me. you’re so beautiful coming on my cock. i’m gonna make you come on it every time.” sanji’s voice, distant, whispered in your ear. “ah, yeah… i’m close… fuck.”

in moments, he came too. sanji pulled out and spilled over your thighs, flooding you with his release.

when you finally came down from your high, sanji was already cleaning you up. once he finished, you stood up and noticed you’d stained his pants all over. it’d be hard to explain that to whoever did the laundry that week.

you slid down the counter and sat on the floor. sanji sat across from you, completely messy.

“what are you thinking about?” he broke the silence.

“that was better than i expected.”

he smiled at that. “but you’re still a complete idiot, and that was the first and last time. besides, i need to get out of here and shower before everyone arrives. and we gotta clean up this mess. what about you, what’s on your mind?”

“that you look prettier coming than hating me.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. sanji stood up and held out his hand to you, which you took. then he told you to sneak out the back.

luckily, no one saw you. half an hour later, the others arrived — enough time for sanji to get himself together and tidy the kitchen.

dinners got kinda awkward after that, and it wasn’t the last time you two hooked up.

sometimes, hating someone was kinda nice. at least it brought amazing orgasms and a decent dinner afterwards.

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[dopexwang]

zoro wouldn't ever admit it out loud but he loves that bratty attitude of yours. sure, it gets him riled up when you roll your eyes at something he said or when you 'tsk' at him for doing something you don't like, staring him down with the most disgusted look in your eyes. sometimes you just run that pretty little mouth of yours because you're in a mood. oh, it gets him seething.

but it's all worth it — because then he gets to fuck that damn attitude out of you. he pounds into you ruthlessly, abusing your poor pussy and rubbing tight circles on your clit and the sensation has you seeing stars. you're clawing at his back, crying out his name with tears streaming down your cheeks.

"z-zoro," you whimper, bottom lip quivering. "'s too much!"

"you can take it," he growls, only picking up the pace further and plunging his cock deeper into your poor cunt. "you better fucking take it. this is what you get for being so bratty. isn't that right?"

all you can do is nod, meek and helpless whimpers tumbling from your swollen lips. zoro's lips curl into a smirk as he slams himself harder into you, making sure he can teach you a lesson for being such a brat. he knows you're never actually going to change that attitude of yours though but he doesn't care — he loves every bit of it and he loves to fuck you senseless for it.

[dopexwang]

nighttime routine

contents; fem reader x sanji, riding, sanj loves his pet names

every night, sanji returns to his quarters freshly showered after he's finished cleaning up in the kitchen. as he walks into the room, he's still toweling off the moisture dripping down the strands of his hair. seeing you awake and waiting for him in his bed was his favorite part of every night. though, his words tended to contradict his true feelings.

"my sweet, you didn't need to stay up for me," he typically says, a smile curling the corner of his lips, the falsity evident on his face.

sliding under the covers next to you, he begins slotting into his place next to you. you sit up, your body rising out of blankets, your eyes taking in every detail of his face. the tired eyes, the freshly shaven stubble, the intricate curl of his brow. with your back leaning against the bed frame, he lies in waiting.

"what's wrong, darling?"

the moment he sees you move, the covers rustling and feeling your body shifting over his. he knows what's about to happen, but is still in disbelief.

sanji is a very simple man, with very simple needs. offered him a taste of the food he’s just served you from your own spoon? he’s kissing you until you can’t breathe. your fingertips brush his back as you walk past him in the kitchen? he’s slumped, presumably dead, over his hard work on the counter. surprised him with unexpected attention? he’s politely asking you to follow him into the nearest closet or empty room.

despite his sensitvity for attention, his perverted nature, and googly eyes at every woman he passes, all else is uncomparible to the mere thought of you in bed. sometimes, he cannot hold himself back from salivating over his fond memories of you around his cock. sanji craves how you taste, the flavor of you on his mind practically at all times. tonight was no exception.

"beautiful, what are you doing?" his tongue darts out to lick over his lips absentmindedly.

as your legs move to cradle his hips, your shared blanket pooling around your hips, the warmth from it radiating off your body. at this angle, you can see a droplet of blood ready to drip out of his nose.

your fingers slide down his chest, capturing his in between yours, his, that lie pathetically, uselessly on his chest. you lift his hands, placing them gently on your waist, which he now notices is baren from there down.

his breath hitches and head throws back into his pillow, his mouth mumbling some incoherence mixed with praises and thanks. his eyes never leave you.

the remnants of his shower radiate off him; mixtures of aftershave, warm beramont, and smoke from a freshly lit cigarette fill your senses. your eyes look for permission, though the growing hardness under your core says you already have it.

"oh, chérie. please."

within a few short minutes of entering the room, he's practically begging. that's nothing new, though. your knees straighten, rising to sit up. his hands tighten on your thighs in an instant, helping to stabilize you.

your hand slides under his underwear, pulling him out from underneath it. your fingertips dance over his length. you know you can’t tease him for long, knowing what your touch can do to him on the driest of days. so, you push his underwear down his hips a little further.

you hear him whimper again, or maybe it was a confession, as you slide down onto him. your muscles relax when you reach the hilt, the sweet stretch familiar.

underneath you, goosebumps rise on his skin and the dribble of blood finally leaves his nose. sanji moans your name, his fingers curling into your skin, huffing out quick breaths to keep from finishing too early. he hates coming too early. he could go all night, but he cherished each second with you, of you. he wasn’t about to cut short any precious time he had.

“fuck, angel.”

he sits up, finally coming to his senses. his hands still your squeezing your thighs, release their grip, and are now massaging the muscle as your hips continue to rock forward and back in a slow, languid, but deep motions. he rests his face against your chest, careful to follow your pattern.

he loves pressing his face into your chest, for a couple reasons. he's able to breathe in your sweet, bedridden scent. the fresh scent of the covers mix with the scent you, and he’s suddenly in heaven. the other, obvious one being in close proximity of your breasts, on which he enjoys pressing delicate kisses.

"mmm, you feel so good, sweetheart."

you can’t quite place your finger on why, but the sweet in sweatheart pierces particularly honeyed this evening.

"my dear, what did I do to deserve your divine delicacy this evening?” sanji breathes into your skin, his voice unbelieving, undeserving, but grateful. a question you answer with another deep roll of your hips, guiding his back to rest again on the bed.

his hands start exploring every inch of you. he can't help it. he needs to feel the smoothness of your skin like he needs to breathe. yet, every touch was filled with intention, the trailing of his fingertips leaving electricity in their wake. his hands travel up your thighs, around to your ass. his fingers squeeze into your flesh, caressing you with his thumbs. then, they trail around, his fingers spreading and sliding up your stomach in what feels like worship.

you slow momentarily, taking a second to appreciate his touch, another to widen your stance. you were already swallowing him up deliciously, but the increased spread of your thighs allowed him to hit your g-spot more easily.

"my love, you’re so good to me,” breathing out, “so good to me.”

delicious moans release from his throat, the begging on it’s way out next. as the band in his core begins to tighten, he loses himself to your motions. the sweet pulse of your cunt hypnotize him, the contact of your skin sear its presence on his.

all ounce of control is yours, save for short, involuntary thrusts from his hips.

"angel," he's breathless at this point, staring up at you like you're the only thing in the world. like if he even blinked you'd disappear. "angel, please don’t stop.”

a shiver swims down your back at how raspy his voice has gotten, you look down at his flushed face, the redness creeping down his throat and crawling across his shoulders.

sanji is so easy, but that’s only half the fun. his little pet names only catch you off guard one percent of the time. no. the fun is watching him unravel under you. and he does, every. single. time. without fail. sometimes without any effort.

his orgasm was approaching quickly, you could feel it, in the stretch of his abdomen, the flex of his fingers, the sporadic nature of his thrusts. you knew him like the back of your hand, always there, never leaving your side, in the same way that he knew you like the contents of the cabinets in the kitchen. entirely. each thought placed with care in the storage of his heart.

a final moan rips out of his throat as your cunt swallows up every ounce of his release, your own making your eyelids flutter and head fall back. his hand is quick to catch you before you get too far, of course. despite his chest heaving and hips paralyzed in pleasure. after your core relaxes from spasming, he’ll delicately lift you off of himself, laying you to the side, ever the gentleman.

your legs are spent, and appreciate the gentle assistance. you look down as he’s crawling up your body, his lips pressing a kiss against the inside of your ankle.

“now, let me thank these pretty legs of yours, hm?”

︵ ⊹ ︵⏜︵ ⊹ ︵ཐི♡ཋྀ︵ ⊹ ︵⏜︵ ⊹ ︵

a/n: this left claw marks as I tore it out of my chest. thanks for reading!

[dopexwang]

Not letting you go

monkey d luffy x fem!reader

contents: established relationship, a different pirate catain tries to recruit reader, and luffy gets super jealous

warnings: MDNI, smut, possessive luffy, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (reader), angry sex, some degradation (luffy calls reader “slut”)

a/n: thx for the reqs! i got these 2 asks, and i thought, why not combine them since they're so similar? i wanted to try something new that isn't the typical “guy flirts with reader” thing, bc i feel like this fits him more? idk lol. hope you enjoy <3

word count: 1.296

You’re docking on a new island. Everyone on the crew had split up into groups to explore a different part of the town, and you had gone with Nami and robin to scour the place for a fun-looking bar to stay at later, stopping at a marketplace on the way.

There, you had run into a rival pirate crew. They had immediately recognized you three as members of the straw hat pirates, swarming you to ask about your various adventures. Their captain had even offered you a place on the crew, as she was very impressed by your skills. Of course, you had refused, but the offer flattered you.

You kept on talking about it for a while after the encounter, discussing rumours you’d heard about them, and comparing bounties. When you joined up with the rest of the straw hats, you were still cracking jokes.

They all find the story hilarious. But it gets Luffy’s attention in a different way. Although the other crew members are laughing at the idea of you deserting them for the first random captain who makes you an offer, he seems far from amused.

“Oh, no.” Feigning worry, it’s Sanji’s turn to make a joke. “I should serve croissants for breakfast more often, or some crew that eats them every day will roll around and make y/n an offer she can’t refuse!” Another surge of laughter from the crew.

Usopp seems to be struggling to stand, wiping a tear from his eye. “Yeah. And I’ll finally have to give back all those hair ties, or she might just decide she’s had enough and join the next all-bald pirate crew that catches her attention.” They’re all doubled over now, some having to sit down on the grass because their legs are giving out.

You’re grinning at their jokes, glad that they clearly trust you enough to know that you wouldn’t even think about leaving. But you gaze meets Luffy’s, and your smile falters. He doesn’t look amused in the slightest.

“Let’s talk.” Is all he says, before leading you away from the rest.

“Oh, ok.” You follow him, unsure of what’s about to happen. “Uhm… Luffy why are we going back to the ship?”

“Don’t worry about it.” But he seems tense. His eyebrows are knitted together, eyes slightly narrowed. He’s looking far away, as if lost in thought. He also seems pissed, but you can’t tell if it’s at you or at the situation in general.

You reach the ship, and he leads you inside. The way to your shared cabin is filled with silence.

“Look, if we’re about to fight about this, let me stop you right now, because I would never leave-”

“I know you’re not leaving. You think I don’t trust you?” He sounds annoyed despite his words.

“Oh.” You’re unsure of what to say next “Why are you so angry then?”

“Because I don’t like the idea of other captains thinking they can take what’s mine.” He closes the door to your bedroom and takes a step closer. Your breath hitches.  

…

Luffy fucks you at a brutal pace. Driving his cock in and out of your tight hole like he has something to prove. And he does.

You have no idea how long you’ve been going at it. All you feel is the ramming of his cock into your dripping cunt. Still so sensitive from the previous orgasm he wrenched out of you.

“Luffy… slow down.” But you don’t really mean it. Eyes rolling into the back of your head from the delicious stretch as he pounds you into a sloppy mess.

You’re lying on your stomach; face pressed into the mattress. Unable to move from how roughly Luffy pins your wrists to the bed, you opt for fisting the sheets into your hands. Luffy’s body covers yours completely, and it’s like he’s trying to snap you in half with the way he’s slamming your hips down.

“No. I think you need a reminder of who your captain is.” He’s panting into your ear. You can feel the rage coming off of him. “If I go easy on you, how will you remember that you belong to me?”

“I’m sorry.” You’re whining from the pleasure. Something about the fact that he’s this angry over some other crew trying to recruit you makes your stomach tighten in pleasure.

“You will be.” That’s all he says before speeding up his pace. You’re seeing stars.

“I- I’m close. Please…” The muscles in your hips are tensing, and it only takes a couple more thrusts for you to come undone on his cock.

It’s like you’re on fire; entire body buzzing with pleasure. Twitching in his tight hold, struggling for a break that you know he’s not giving you. Luffy’s pace doesn’t slow down, his thick cockhead pushing and pulling at your sensitive walls; massaging the exact spot that sends new sparks flying every time.

It takes a while for your high to dissipate. And when it does, the overstimulation sets in.

“I can’t. Lu- Luffy, ‘s too much!” You whine, a little incoherent from all the sensations you’re made to feel in such a short time.

“You can. Need to remind you who you belong to, after all.” His voice is rumbling from anger. You feel the vibrations in his torso against your back, making you clench around him harder than before.

He obviously feels that; letting out a mocking grin. “You fucking like this, you slut.” And his pace increases.

You’re so sensitive, so overstimulated from his unrelenting thrusts, that the feeling of yet another orgasm is starting to build. The tightness coiling itself around you in a searing hold. Slowly but surely. You know it’ll be strong.

Luffy’s only response is to attach his lips to your neck and suck a hickey into it. Only adding to the dozens he’s already left there. You can’t help thinking that he’s marking you up; making sure it’s not only you, but also everyone else knows who you belong to.

“Too much… too…” Your words trail off, eyes flickering shut when the next orgasm overtakes you. Almost painful in how good it feels. You can sense it in every muscle, your body shivering with the sheer intensity of it.

Your high races through you at an overwhelming intensity, and it doesn’t take Luffy too long to follow. Thrusts becoming uneven as his pleasure flows over too.

“Gripping me so fucking hard.” He pants through strained breaths. “It’s alright, baby. I’m not letting go of you either.” He teases, somehow finding the energy for that even though you can feel his body tensing from the intensity of his high.

He keeps fucking you through it, until the feeling dies down. His thrusts slow as well, until they gradually stop.

After taking a moment to come down, Luffy gets up and puts a hand on your back, rubbing it in soothing motions. You think he’s about to ask you how you feel, to help you get cleaned up. So you’re surprised at his next words.

“Look. I know I played all that up for the sex, and that you weren’t seriously considering that offer.” A short break. “But I did mean it. All that about you belonging to me. About not letting you go.”

You look up, not expecting him to sound so stern. His eyebrows are tense, despite his ruffled hair and kiss-swollen lips.

“Luffy, I didn’t consider that stupid offer for even a second.” You’re smirking despite his serious demeanour.

“I know.” He seems more relaxed now that he’s made his feelings clear. Even going so far as to give you a little smile back before jokingly responding. “But I’ll ask Sanji to make more croissants. Just in case.”

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[dopexwang]

i fear my mind is going crazy imagining ace fingering you while spooning... like you guys are dozing/napping together, bodies warm from his insane body heat and the sun setting. and he's being so sweet with his hands smoothing over you... then it ends up with him pressing his fingers in you with your leg slung over his arm. he makes me go INSANE i'm so sorry.

this drove me mad in the best way HNNG wc: ~900

just the thought of waking up with that heaviness that comes with taking a nap that lasted way too long and your boyfriend plastered to your back.

ace is almost entirely draped over you, pinning you between the mattress and his bare chest, your legs intertwined, so close that he doesn't need to see your face to know you're awake.

"hey," he presses a kiss as soft as his voice behind your ear, "hi baby."

"hi," you turn your head just enough to catch his gaze. you've got all the qualities of a deep nap. bleary eyes, stale breath, drool drying on the corner of your mouth. and yet when you meet ace's eyes, they're bright with endearment, his hair dark and wild around him. you turn back to bury your face in your pillow, too sleepy and open and raw to look at the reincarnate sun sharing your bed for too long.

the heat he always radiates is a comfort that eases you into a gentle waking, so gentle you could almost fall back asleep if it wasn’t for the warm hand teasing the waistline of your panties. a low shiver runs through you despite the flush you feel starting to creep up your neck, pleased and embarrassed all at once. you don’t think you’ll ever get over the heady rush that comes with being at the centre of ace’s desire.

what a thrill it is, to be so wanted by him. so loved.

“can i?” you answer his hoarse question by pushing back against him until you’re both fully on your sides and parting your legs enough to give him room. ace thanks you with a too wet kiss to your cheek that never fails to make you groan and him laugh.

it’s hard to focus once his hand dip inside your panties but you try. you want to remember every moment of this and relive the memories forever. you’re greedy like that, at least when it comes to him. when you’re both a little more tired and a little more grey, you want to lean over to whisper in his ear and ask if he remembers how you’d go boneless in his arms at the clever little circles he’d rub against your clit. and you know he’d grin back with the same bright eyes you fell for a lifetime ago and say no, but he wouldn’t mind a reminder.

a whole life not yet lived washes over you as ace works one, then two fingers into you, and curls them up into a spot you can never quite reach on your own. you shudder, your legs nearly closing before he catches you, his free hand gripping you under your knee and holding you open for him.

"easy, baby," he says, "i’ve got you."

his palm grinds against your clit and you buck back against him, just as overwhelmed as you are desperate for more. ace gives you no reprieve, pressing impossibly closer, his bulge flush to your ass. you rock together like that for awhile, you riding his fingers while he humps you, taking and giving each other pleasure in tandem.

“i’m close,” you say, “ace, i’m so close, please.”

“yeah? you gonna let me have it?” you think you nod or maybe you say something but you’re too swept up in your rising high, “then cum for me, sweetheart. i wanna feel it, please.”

he’s more desperate for it than you are and the thought is enough to send you hurtling over the edge headfirst into your orgasm. the world goes dark around the edges, blood rushes in your ears and through it all you can hear ace talking to you, his hips still moving as he fucks you through your high.

"there you go, thank you baby, thank you. i'm so lucky, how am i so lucky? fuck you're dripping we ruined your panties, i'm sorry. i’ll get you new ones, i’ll get you anything. i love you."

on and on as he grinds his clothed cock against you in short, quick thrusts, and you know he’ll never cum. not like this. you reach a hand back and grab a fistful of wavy locks, holding him still so you can meet his eyes once again as you look over your shoulder.

the reincarnate sun has tears dotting his lashes and need written plain on his face.

“oh honey, you made me feel so good,” you watch the words hit him like a physical blow.

“yeah?”

“yeah. you always know what i need, always taking such good care of me.”

he nods as much as he can in your tight hold, “always, always.”

“ace,” you meet his ever-burning eyes and see your future looking back, “you can let go now.”

and its not permission he's been waiting for but your satisfaction. it's only now that he knows he's not left you wanting that he lets his pleasure sink its teeth into him. his head bows, forehead on your shoulder as he shakes through his high before collapsing over you.

in the quiet that settles around you, your greed rears its head once more. you would etch every small detail into your bones if it meant you got to keep this forever. the smell of sweat and contentment hanging in the air, the hot weight of him on top of you, the golden red of the setting sun bathing the room. as exhaustion sweeps over you, you think of that tired, grey ace once more and all the stories you’ll have to tell him.

you can't wait to meet him.

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WARNINGS: Nsfw, smut, asphyxiation, masturbation, force, gender neutral, dirty talk...ıdk this is my first smut work.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He cares deeply about you. While he might be clumsy at first, he'll get better at it once he gets used to it. If you're human, it's very difficult, but he still tries. But if you're a giant (he's even bigger than regular giants), he'll have less trouble. If you act like he hurt you, congratulations, he won't touch you again. He was genuinely scared.

Hugs, whether you are a human or a giant you will sleep on him.

It's in these moments that he shows the love he's always been hesitate about showing the most. Just you and him. He doesn't need anything else.

He'll talking to you until you fall asleep. He loves watching you on his rising and falling chest.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His tongue. Whether you're a giant or a human, it's the part of him that makes it easiest for him to touch you.

As for you, it's your body. He doesn't love any part more. He loves your body because it's yours.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Sometimes he's in it, sometimes not. He wants to start a family with you, but he's afraid his child will be like him or that child be hated by everyone just because he's the father.

If you're human, he'll cum on you. He'll watch you with amusement for a while as you writhe, sticky with his sperm. You are literally drowning in his cum.

If you are a giant he will cum in your mouth, chest and hips.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to find a devil fruit that can change your human size. So he can do anything without restrictions. Other than that, he doesn't have any dirty secrets. He tells you everything he wants to do to you during sex.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Despite his age, he's not actually experienced; no one has ever loved or trusted him. That's why he hasn't felt the need for sex. He values ​​the connection between you more than you think, and he's definitely going to tell you about it. You are the first in everything in relationships.

He doesn't really care if you're experienced or not. But there's a part of him that hopes you're not. That would seem even more important to him.

When you first together, he tries to make it unforgettable for both of you. He's insatiable.

F = Favorite Position

If you're human, you won't have much opportunity to try different positions. He'll masturbate while he fucks you on his tongue. Sometimes he'll ask you to ıhm...hold his cock with your small body so he can feel your body. He's a giant what else do you plan to do?!

If you're a giant, missionary position and fucking from behind. But missionary his favorite. He's a big man, he loves crushing you beneath him, feeling your body. He's hungry for touch and warmth, he can't get enough. He loves to hear your little moans and squeaks underneath him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's usually playful, making fun of your inability to speak. "Is that your limit?~ I thought we were just getting started. Don't faint."

There will be a lot of talk about the size difference. "Look at this waist, it looks like I'm holding on to a bough.''

But sometimes (rare) he can get serious. Doesn't have to happen at the beginning sex, it can even happen in the middle.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He's a warrior. He can't deal with that. He's not interested. But if you're human and it can seriously interfere, he'll cut it off every now and then.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Closer than your jugular vein. No I'm not kidding you cling to each other in every way. You're always intimate. If you haven't been together for a long time, you'll hear words of love you don't usually hear in those moments.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't feel the need to masturbate alone. If you're human, he already does it with you. If you're a giant, he barely feels the need to masturbate at all. He's not one to succumb to his desires.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Staying on the edge. Whether he's fucking you with his tongue as you a human, or as a giant with his cock, he wants to make you beg in every way, to hear his name coming out of your lips until he get bored of it.

Did I mention crushing? He loves to be make you pressured.

He loves to fuck your brain, he will push you beyond the limit and fuck you until you melt under him. So you will need him to get you back together.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere you can be alone. He doesn't want anyone to see you.

But one time, he'd taken you to an early meeting saying he'd had an idea. He'd picked you up before anyone else was in the room and stuffed you into his pants. "Get to work, little one~"

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Uhm you being you? His excuse for being aroused could even be that you're breathing oxygen. But most importantly, you're wearing clothes that are unique to Elbaf. He feels like you belong more to him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No to violence of any kind. He would never agree to harm you, even if you wanted him to. If you're a giant, he might give you a light spanking but nothing more.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

It's the most important thing in your relationship. He'll take advantage of every inch of it. He's mastered it. He prioritizes your pleasure, but his only stopping point is when he's satisfied.

If you want to try, he'll laugh it off but let you. Be prepared for a lot of his dirty talk and teasing.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He acts like the whole world must wait for the steward of his pleasure. Slowly, in a way that both of you will enjoy. But sometimes he can be rough and fast with giant you. Being fast doesn't make short sexs time. Nah you'll be making love all night.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He actually likes fast sex too. He might want to fuck human you quickly with his tongue or he might need fast sex with giant you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He will try everything that can come to his mind and that is not impossible to do. "Y/n get into my pants~ Hey! HEYY DON'T GO!!"

Yet he always likes to revolve around the same things.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

You're always the first to tire before him. It's impossible to tire him out. He'll do it until you faint, or when reaches that level. But once you faint, he doesn't continue. For him these moments aren't just for pleasure, they're to be shared.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No. He enough for you. He's definitely not going to be jealous of the toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can do it all the time, like breathing. His favorite thing to do is make fun of you. He can even slap your ass a lot when there's no problem.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

You can't easily make any sounds out of him. When you do, they're grunts. But with your bodies pressed against this giant man, you can feel those grunts with your entire body. Sometimes when he's too hard on you, he might let out a soft moan. But right behind that moan, he'll be teasing again.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He wants to marry you. He doesn't care what you are, he wants you to belong together. He just wants to continue his life with you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Thick and big. It's very, very, veryy big. Do I need to say it? But if you ask how big it is compared to the Ancient Giants, still it's big. Well I have no idea about cocks sorry.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's quite unstable when he's with you. You're chatting and joking around, and the next thing you know, you're naked.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He'll force you to lie down on top of him and sleep and rest. He won't fall asleep before you, and if you try to get him to sleep, he'll say he's not sleepy. "Shall we do another round then?"

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ONE PIECE 1154 SPOILERS

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HE WAS BEING BANDAGED SINCE HE WAS A BABY??????????

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭My baby poor you you don't deserve this shitty treatment😭😭😭😭😭😭

[dopexwang]

His mom was just jealous of his natural eyeliner.

[dopexwang]

⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ⎯ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐀 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀

summary: Aizawa’s day was already awful—until it ended with a kiss that changed everything. You’ve always been there for Eri… and quietly, for him. When a slip of the tongue exposes the truth, he finally lets himself want something more. But even in the most heated moment, there’s still a little girl with big ears and even bigger dreams of calling you family.

warnings: sfw, slightly nsfw, Fem!reader, Age gap (reader is 23, Aizawa is 32), make out, Mutual pining, Soft Dom!Aizawa, dad!aizawa, Confession during domestic moment, Emotional intimacy, Interrupted intimacy, Found family themes.

wc: 2.3k words.

request: here

Aizawa Shouta never thought babysitting drop-offs could make his day worse—and better—all at once.

He stood in the doorway of his apartment, tie half-done, sleep-deprived as always, Eri clutching his pant leg and a stuffed unicorn. You were inside, crouched on the rug, smile wide, holding out your arms.

“Good morning, sunshine,” you cooed, voice warm and syrupy. Not at him, of course. At Eri. Always at Eri.

But gods, he wished it were for him.

He watched his little girl let go of his leg and scamper over, giggling in a way she rarely did with anyone else. Eri trusted you. Loved you. And so did he—though he’d die before saying that out loud.

“Thanks again,” he said gruffly, scratching at his jaw. “I’ll be back around six.”

You gave him a quick nod, rising to your feet and brushing cat hair off your leggings. You always managed to look cozy and kind. Comfortable. Safe. You made even his shitty apartment feel like a home.

“Take your time, really. Eri and I are painting rainbows today. And maybe having cookies for lunch.” You winked, and Shouta’s mouth went dry.

He wanted to say something clever. Wanted to ask if you’d save him a cookie. Or maybe if you’d stay for dinner. But all that came out was a grunt.

You tilted your head, watching him with that soft, almost amused look. “You okay?”

No. Not even close.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah. Just tired.”

You gave him a smile. “You always are.”

And that was it. Another morning of biting his tongue and walking away from something that almost felt like home. Something he told himself he couldn’t have. You were 23—young, bright, still hopeful. You wore socks with stars on them and called his daughter “sunshine.” And he was a thirty-two-year-old man with a trauma history, a teaching career, and under-eye bags.

He couldn’t—shouldn’t—even think about how much he wanted you. How much he looked forward to coming home just to hear your laugh in his kitchen.

Today was worse than usual.

The sun hadn’t risen yet when he left the house, and the meeting at U.A. had dragged on long enough to make him want to vanish into the floor. He’d downed two energy drinks and still felt like he’d been hit by a truck.

All day, he’d been off his game—thinking about you.

You, sitting on the floor in his hoodie, laughing as Eri danced in sparkly socks.

You, humming while making grilled cheese.

You, yawning with your cheek pressed against your fist, eyes still soft when they looked at him.

It was starting to ruin him.

He wasn’t just looking forward to coming home anymore—he was desperate for it.

So when he finally stepped into the apartment that evening, and the smell of sugar cookies hit him first, followed by your voice—soft, reading something aloud—he nearly dropped his keys.

You were in the kitchen, Eri perched on the counter beside you, giggling as you iced cookies. You looked over your shoulder and smiled like you knew he was there before he even said a word.

That smile did something to him. It cracked something open.

“Hey,” you said, brushing hair from your forehead. “Rough day?”

Shouta swallowed, loosened his tie, nodded. “Yeah.”

Eri ran to him with icing on her nose. “Look! We made stars!”

“Mm. Smells like trouble.”

“She said we could have cookies for dinner,” Eri whispered dramatically. “But don’t tell.”

You gave an innocent shrug. “I regret nothing.”

He should’ve walked away. Should’ve gone to change or shower, anything to stop what was coming next. But you looked so at home in his kitchen. In his life.

So he said it. Stupid, without thinking.

“…Wish you were mine.”

Silence.

His heart stopped. His mouth snapped shut. But it was too late.

Your head tilted just slightly. You blinked at him once, slowly, like you weren’t sure if you heard right. “What did you say?”

He stared at the floor. “Forget it. I’m tired, I didn’t—”

“No,” you said. Gentle. Quiet. Almost breathless. “Say it again.”

He looked up.

You stepped closer. Close enough that he could see the flour dusted on your cheek and smell the vanilla on your sweater. Eri had wandered off toward the couch, humming to herself, leaving just the two of you in the low kitchen light.

“Shouta,” you whispered. “Say it again.”

He closed his eyes. His voice was hoarse.

“I wish you were mine.”

And then you kissed him.

It was soft, but sure. Like you’d been holding it back just as long. Like you’d been waiting for this very crack in his armor.

He kissed you back like he didn’t care anymore. Like rules and age gaps and guilt could all burn if it meant having this—you. His hands slid to your waist, grounding himself, anchoring to the moment.

When your lips parted and your breath hitched, he swore quietly and kissed you again—hungrier this time. Deeper. The dam broke.

You whispered his name like it meant something sacred.

And that was it.

“Bedroom,” he muttered. “Now.”

You almost nodded—almost let yourself melt into the warmth of it— until it hit you.

Eri was still awake.

She was in the living room, humming softly as she arranged her toys, blissfully unaware. Or so you thought.

Shouta’s hands were still at your waist, his forehead brushing yours as he caught his breath—until the patter of little feet broke the quiet.

Eri rounded the corner, wide-eyed and grinning.

“You kissed! I saw you!”

You froze. So did Aizawa.

Then she gasped dramatically, throwing her arms in the air.

“Now you just have to marry her! And then we don’t have to share her with anyone else, Dad!”

Aizawa blinked, stunned. And you? You bit your lip to keep from laughing.

← MHA ┆ NAVI →

a/n : thanks for reading.. it’s kinda short but I hope I did well !

© 2025 chaeuvy ; ━━ do not copy or translate my work !

[dopexwang]

I’m Your Husband

fem!reader

characters: zoro, sanji, law, shanks and ace

tags: fluff, light comedy, established relationship, protective, pda

a/n: sorry for playing so much with ace T.T

words count: around 1.3k - 1.4k each

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

── .✦ Zoro:

The sun is down. The sky is dark, but the town is bright with lights and music.

You just finished eating at a small place by the sea. The food was great. Now, the crew stands outside, full and happy.

Luffy stretches his arms “Alright! Let’s go explore!”

Usopp nods “Let’s split up! We’ll cover more ground!”

You feel warm. Maybe too warm. That third drink… or was it the fourth? Either way, your head is spinning just a little. But your smile won’t leave your face.

Nami pulls out a map “Okay, I’ll go with Sanji, Chopper, Zoro, and Y/N.”

“Eh? Why am I in that group?” Zoro asks, already frowning.

Nami smirks “Because I said so. Try not to get lost this time.”

You giggle and stumble a little “I’ll make sure he doesn’t.”

Zoro looks at you, arms crossed “You can’t even stand straight.”

You step forward and grab his arm “That’s why I need you.” Your voice is soft. Sweet. Maybe a little loud.

Zoro freezes. His cheeks turn the faintest pink. He glances around—people are watching “H-Hey. Don’t cling like that.”

You grin and press your cheek to his shoulder “But you’re warm.”

“Oi, marimo,” Sanji says, cigarette between his lips, “If she wants to hold you, let her. You lucky bastard.”

“Shut it, curly-brow,” Zoro mutters “She’s drunk.”

“I’m not drunk,” you mumble “Just happy.”

Chopper runs ahead, excited “Let’s find some cool shops!”

You keep holding onto Zoro’s arm as the group walks. He keeps trying to shake you off, gently. But you won’t let go.

“Y/N,” he says in a low voice “People are staring.”

“So?” You look up at him with a small smile “I like holding you.”

He sighs “You’re impossible.”

“But you love me” you tease.

He looks away, his voice barely a whisper “…Yeah.”

You blink “What?”

“Nothing” he grunts.

Nami glances back and smiles “You guys are so cute.”

Zoro groans “Don’t start.”

You lean even closer “Zoro~”

“What now?”

“Carry me.”

“No.”

“Pleaaase?”

Sanji laughs “I’ll carry you, mademoiselle—”

“No!” Zoro snaps. He sighs again and crouches “Fine. Get on.”

You cheer quietly and hop onto his back. Your arms go around his neck “Zoro’s the best…”

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t puke on me.”

You rest your head on his shoulder, finally closing your eyes.

Zoro walks, steady and strong, even with you on his back.

Behind you, Nami whispers to Sanji, “He’s totally soft for her.”

Sanji shrugs “Still don’t get what she sees in that mosshead.”

Zoro’s ear twitches “I can hear you, idiots.”

The streets are quieter now. Fewer lights. Fewer people.

You’re still on Zoro’s back, half-asleep. Your cheek rests against his shoulder. His body is warm, and his footsteps steady.

Sanji walks ahead with his hands in his pockets. Chopper’s beside him, talking excitedly about a candy shop he saw. Nami looks at the stars.

Then it happens.

“Oi, oi… look at those two up front.”

The voice comes from a shadowed alley. A group of men steps out. Maybe five… no, more. Eight? Ten?

All of them wear smug grins and old, ragged clothes. Drunk or bored, or both.

“Redhead’s got legs for days” one of them whistles.

Another points at you “And that one’s already clinging to her man. What a shame.”

You blink slowly, still a little tipsy, but even you catch that.

Zoro stops walking.

Nami’s eyes narrow “Great.”

Sanji steps forward fast, arm out in front of Nami and Chopper “Let me handle this.”

Zoro lowers you gently to the ground “Can you stand?”

You nod smiling proudly at you don't even know what “Mmhm. I’ll try my best”

He steps away from you, his hand already on one sword.

The men keep talking.

“Hey sweetheart,” one says to Nami, “you and your friend here, ditch the blond twig, the dog and that Grinch. We’ll show you a good time.”

Another laughs “Yeah the drunk one too. Bet she’s easy.”

Everything goes still.

Sanji’s eyes glow with rage “What did you say?”

Zoro doesn’t speak. He just draws his sword with a soft shing.

The leader of the group smirks “Look at these pretty boys. Gonna cry?”

Sanji takes off his jacket slowly “Nami-swan, Chopper—stay back.”

Chopper grabs Nami’s hand and pulls her behind a cart “Be careful!”

Zoro turns his head slightly toward you “Sit down. This’ll be quick.”

You nod and sit near the cart, leaning against it.

The men charge first, loud and sloppy.

Bad idea.

Sanji moves like fire, one man down with a spinning kick.

Zoro is calm and cold. His sword flashes but he doesn’t cut them, just knocks them flat with the dull side. Quick. Clean. Brutal.

But then someone tries to sneak around.

Toward you.

“Hey, maybe I’ll take the quiet one... she cute”

Zoro’s blade is at the man’s neck in a second. His voice is low, dangerous.

“Say another word.”

The man gulps.

“Zoro” you whisper. You’ve never seen his eyes like this. Sharp. Dark.

“I’m fine,” he says “But I don’t like people looking at you like that.”

Sanji grabs another by the collar and slams him into the ground “Next time you look at a lady like that, I’ll rearrange your face.”

The rest scatter fast. Limping, running, one even crawls away.

Silence again.

Chopper peeks out “Is it over?”

Nami sighs “Yeah. Idiots.”

Zoro walks back to you. He crouches “You okay?”

You nod “They were gross.”

He offers his hand. You take it.

“Next time,” he says, “stay close.”

“I was literally on your back.”

He grunts “Still.”

You smirk “Were you jealous?”

He looks away “…No.”

“You were.”

He doesn’t answer, just picks you up again, bridal-style this time.

You blink “What are you doing?”

“You can’t walk, and I’m not letting you fall behind.”

Sanji lights another cigarette, muttering, “Show-off.”

Zoro ignores him. You wrap your arms around his neck again, this time without teasing.

“Thanks” you whisper.

His voice is soft, only for you “Always.”

Zoro still holds you in his arms as the group walks again. You rest against his chest, eyes half-closed, smile lazy.

But after a few more steps, you squirm a little.

“Zoro?”

“Hm?”

“You can put me down. I can walk now.”

He pauses “You sure?”

You nod “Promise. I’m not that drunk anymore.”

He stops and gently lowers you onto your feet. His hands linger on your arms a second longer, just in case you stumble.

You wobble just a little but stay up.

“See?” you say with a proud smile “Told you.”

He nods “Fine. But don’t fall again.”

You start to walk, but then he does something strange.

He reaches down… and takes your hand.

Your eyes widen a little. So do Nami’s.

Even Chopper notices “Whoa… Zoro’s holding hands?!”

Zoro doesn’t let go. He doesn’t look embarrassed, either. Just keeps walking like it’s nothing.

Nami raises an eyebrow “Since when do you hold hands in public?”

Sanji raises both eyebrows “Yeah, mosshead, you sick? Got a fever or something?”

Zoro glances at them “Tch. I just don’t want her tripping.”

Chopper runs up beside him, grinning “But you never do that! That’s so cute!”

Zoro sighs but doesn’t snap “Yeah, well. You’re fine, Chopper. Just don’t push it.”

You look at him. Really look. His face is calm now, jaw relaxed, grip warm around your fingers. Not too tight. Not too loose. Just… right.

You don’t know why you feel shy suddenly.

But you say it anyway.

“I have a crush on you. Do you like me back?”

The group stops walking.

Zoro blinks. His eyes meet yours.

“I’m your husband...” he says, flatly “Literally.”

You freeze. Then blink “Oh yeah.”

And then you squeal.

You start bouncing in place, grinning like crazy “You do like me!”

Zoro doesn’t even try to hide the tiny smile that pulls at his lips.

You drop his hand and throw your arms around his neck “Zoro, I like you so much!”

He catches you easily “Yeah, I know.”

And then you kiss him.

Right there. In the middle of the street.

It’s soft but sure. You lean into him. He lets it happen.

He kisses you back.

Chopper covers his mouth “Oh my god…!”

Nami gasps, then laughs “This is so going in my diary.”

Sanji nearly drops his cigarette “I hate this timeline.”

Zoro pulls back just a little, still holding you “You’re drunk.”

You whisper, “But not that drunk.”

He exhales slowly “Yeah. Sure.”

You rest your forehead against his “I love you.”

He answers without thinking “I love you too.”

Another pause.

“You just said that out loud?” Nami shouts.

Sanji groans loudly “This is a nightmare.”

Chopper claps his hooves “They’re in love! So cute!”

Zoro finally sets you back down, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Come on,” he says “Let’s go back before the idiots behind us explode.”

── .✦ Sanji:

The Thousand Sunny docks at a bright island full of music, shops, and food stalls. The air smells like grilled fish and sweet fruit. It’s the kind of place the crew loves.

“Let’s eat everything!” Luffy cheers.

“You say that on every island” you say, smiling.

“Because it’s always true!”

You walk beside Sanji, your fingers brushing his. He takes your hand without even looking and brings it to his lips.

“My beautiful angel,” he murmurs “Shall we find a feast worthy of your beauty?”

“Just one that won’t kill us,” you joke “Please.”

The crew ends up at a cozy restaurant near the center of town. There’s a band playing outside, and the tables are shaded with bright cloths. People are drinking and laughing everywhere.

“Find a seat,” Sanji says “I’ll handle the food.”

You touch his arm “Don’t take too long.”

“Only death could keep me from you, mon amour.”

You roll your eyes, but your heart does that little flutter. Sanji always talks like that. He means it too, in his own dramatic way.

You sit with Nami, Robin, and the others. Everyone’s talking and laughing. Luffy tries to steal bread from someone else’s plate. Typical.

At the counter, Sanji orders. That’s when two women walk in, locals, dressed in soft, colorful clothes. They spot him instantly.

“Oh no,” Nami mutters “Look who just walked into his life.”

You turn and see them. One’s got curly black hair, the other wears silver earrings that swing when she walks. Both walk straight to Sanji.

You watch calmly.

“Hi, stranger” says the taller girl.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” the short one asks, leaning close.

Sanji smiles politely “Just visiting. I’m with friends.”

“Too bad,” the tall one says “We were hoping you’d say you were alone.”

“Oh? Then I must break your hearts, ladies,” he says, still smiling “I’m already spoken for.”

Your chest warms at that. But still… he doesn’t leave.

Then the shorter one laughs and says, “Just one drink. That’s not cheating.”

Sanji hesitates. He looks toward your table. He meets your eyes.

You shrug with a soft smile “Go ahead.”

He raises an eyebrow “Are you sure?”

You nod “You’re too polite to say no anyway.”

He stands there for a moment longer. Then he sighs dramatically, presses a hand to his heart, and says, “Forgive me, my love. It’s only a drink.”

“Don’t fall in love with anyone” you say.

“Impossible. You already own my heart.”

He walks with them to a small table in the corner. They giggle. One pours him something pink into a glass. He keeps his hands to himself, posture perfect, but he talks, smiles, flatters. You can almost hear the compliments from here.

Zoro leans closer “You’re really letting him do that?”

“Why not?” you say, sipping your drink.

“He’s literally flirting right now.”

“No. He’s just being Sanji.”

Robin chuckles “You trust him.”

You nod “I do.”

Still, your eyes don’t leave him. Even if your heart knows he’s yours, it’s hard to ignore two girls laughing at his jokes.

After ten minutes, he stands up, bows, and walks back. One of them tries to touch his arm, but he gently steps away.

“Thank you, ladies. But my real treasure is waiting for me.”

When he sits beside you again, you hand him a glass of water.

“Done being too polite?” you ask.

He takes the glass “It was torture, I swear.”

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself.”

“I was praying you’d come save me.”

You laugh “Liar.”

He leans closer “I only ever mean it when I talk to you.”

You smile and take a bite of your food.

But you don’t let go of his hand under the table.

The meal is almost done. Luffy’s plates are stacked like a tower. Usopp is bragging about something that never happened. You lean back in your chair, sipping a cold drink. Sanji sits beside you, close but calm.

You feel his warmth next to you. You feel… okay.

Until they show up again.

The same two girls from earlier. The tall one waves. The short one smiles like she’s just so happy to see him again.

“Is this seat taken?” the short one asks, already pulling over a chair next to Sanji.

“You’re back,” Sanji says politely “What a surprise.”

You don’t say anything. You’re watching. Listening.

They sit anyway.

Tall girl rests her arm on the back of Sanji’s chair “You left so fast earlier. We didn’t get to hear more about you.”

Short Girl adds, “We’ve never met someone so… elegant. You must be used to lots of attention.”

Sanji chuckles nervously “Please, you flatter me.”

You raise an eyebrow. He’s not leaning toward them, but he’s not moving away either. He’s being polite. Too polite.

You glance at Zoro. He’s smirking.

Nami mutters under her breath, “I’d slap them.”

Robin sips her drink “This is getting interesting.”

One of the girls tries to feed Sanji something off her plate.

You drop your fork.

Everyone goes silent for a second.

Sanji finally leans back “Ladies, I can’t—”

You stand up slowly. You smile. But not the nice kind.

You walk over and rest your hand gently on his shoulder. He turns to you like the sun just came out. You don’t look at him yet. You look at the girls.

And you say, loud and clear “That’s my husband.”

The words hit the table like thunder.

Both girls freeze. One blinks. The other pulls her hand back like she touched fire.

Sanji turns bright red. His eyes go wide. Then his mouth falls open “Y-your… husband?”

You finally look at him.

“Yes. You’re my husband, aren’t you?”

He starts nodding so fast it’s like his head is going to fall off.

“I’m your husband!” he says, grinning like an idiot, heart eyes in full bloom “Forever and ever! I belong to you, my love!”

He grabs your hands, kisses them one after the other “Your husband. Only yours. Always.”

You smile sweetly at the girls “Thanks for keeping him entertained.”

They stand up awkwardly, mutter something, and walk away quickly.

Sanji’s still holding your hands. Still blushing. Still staring at you like you just saved his life.

“I love when you get possessive” he whispers.

“You just love when I call you ‘husband’” you say.

“…Maybe.”

You lean down and kiss his cheek “Then behave, husband.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Sanji’s still holding your hands like they’re sacred treasure. The girls are gone, the crew is snickering quietly, and you finally sit back down beside him.

He hasn’t taken his eyes off you.

“You’re incredible” he whispers.

“You’re lucky I am.”

He gives you a dreamy sigh “Marry me again.”

“You’d flirt with the waitress at the wedding.”

He gasps “I would never!”

“You’d compliment her hair while holding my hand.”

“…I would,” he admits “But I’d still only see you.”

You give him a look. That look.

And then you glance down at his hands.

“Hey.”

“Yes, angel?”

“Why didn’t you wear your ring today?”

He blinks “What?”

You raise an eyebrow “It’s usually easier once they see that you’re taken.”

Sanji looks down at his bare left hand like he just noticed it. Then he immediately starts digging in his coat pocket.

“I—I was washing dishes this morning!” he says, panicking “I didn’t want to scratch it! I swear I meant to put it back on!”

“Uh-huh.”

He finally finds it. A simple gold band, a little worn from kitchen life, but still shining.

He grabs your hand and slides it on with dramatic care, like he’s proposing again.

“There. Forgive me?”

You hold up your hand and show him the matching one on your finger.

“I always wear mine.”

He groans “I’m the worst husband ever.”

You lean in close “You really are.”

He tilts his head, eyes hopeful “But I’m your husband.”

You sigh, pretending to be annoyed, but you can’t help the smile creeping across your face.

“Yeah,” you say softly “You are.”

He lights up again.

“You make me crazy” you say.

He kisses your hand “Then let’s be crazy together.”

“Get a room, this is disgusting.” Zoro says while drinking.

“Nooo, no room. I want to see.” Brook replies getting punched by Nami before he can even do his usual laugh.

The crew laugh but you don’t put your eyes away from your husband, blushing and smiling softly and he does the same.

── .✦ Law:

The fire crackles in the middle of the camp. Meat sizzles, drinks pour, and the air is full of laughter and victory.

The war is over. Kaido is down.

Tonight is for celebration.

You're sitting close to Law, sake cup in hand. It’s warm in your chest now. The fourth cup? Maybe fifth? You lost count. Whatever. You’re relaxed. Happy. Tipsy.

You lean back, stretch, and laugh at a joke Usopp just told, even if you didn’t fully hear it.

Shachi blinks “She’s having fun. Someone mark the date.”

“I’m telling her you said that” Ikkaku warns, grinning.

Law glances at you “You good?”

You grin “Mmhmm. Sake’s nice.”

He hums but watches you for a beat longer.

Across the fire, Luffy stands on a barrel “This party needs more energy!”

Sanji spins around at your laugh “Y/N-chwaaaan! You look radiant in firelight! Please, dance with me!”

You shake your head and gesture at Law “Taken.”

That single word makes Penguin choke on his drink.

Kid raises an eyebrow “Taken, huh?”

You smirk and lean into Law’s space, voice teasing, “Don’t worry, Captain. I’ll make it obvious.”

Law narrows his eyes “What does that mean?”

You grab his hat, pluck it off his head, and drop it on your own. It’s too big and slides over your eyes.

Shachi lets out a shriek-laugh “Oh my god, she’s wearing his hat!”

“Y/N, give it back.” Law says flatly, reaching for it.

You tilt your head “No.”

“Give it—”

“Say please.”

He stares at you “You’re drunk.”

“Didn’t say no” you sing.

Zoro makes a low sound that might be a laugh. Sanji, meanwhile, is clenching his wine bottle like it personally betrayed him “She’s flirting with him? With that guy?”

Nami snorts “They’re sitting in each other’s space, Sanji. She’s on him.”

“Tragedy!” Sanji whispers.

You grab Law’s face with both hands “Hey.”

“What.” he says stiffly.

“You know I like you, right?”

The fire quiets. Everyone freezes. Even Luffy stops mid-meat-bite.

Law tenses “What are you doing?”

“Reminding you. In case you forgot.”

Shachi and Penguin look away. Bepo buries his face in his paws. Ikkaku groans “Oh no, it’s happening.”

You poke Law’s cheek “I like your murder face.”

Kid laughs out loud “Murder face?!”

“Shut up” Law growls, glaring across the flames.

You curl up next to him, still wearing his hat “So handsome.”

“Y/N,” he mutters, voice low “Stop.”

You tilt your head “Why? You’re mine, right?”

“…Yes.”

Usopp drops his cup.

“Excuse me?!” Sanji shouts.

“Did we just get a whole relationship reveal during party time?” Nami blinks.

Robin smiles gently “I was wondering how long they’d keep it quiet.”

Kid looks between you and Law “You? With him? Damn.”

“Respect.” Heat adds, raising his drink.

You raise yours too, still leaning into Law “Cheers.”

Law looks like he wants the ground to swallow him.

You wiggle your fingers in Law’s hair, still wearing his oversized hat.

“You know,” you say, voice soft but playful, “you’re kind of impossible to ignore when you blush like that.”

Law tries to pull his face away, but you catch his chin gently “Don’t be shy.”

He groans, but you can tell he’s smiling behind the cup he’s raising to hide his face.

Sanji is practically vibrating with jealousy a few feet away “Oi! Don’t hog the captain! She’s mine too, damn it!”

You laugh “Sanji, you’re sweet, but Law’s got me.”

Law’s eyes flash toward Sanji “Careful.”

You glance back at Law, eyes sparkling “You know you’re the hottest boyfriend I could ask for.”

Law freezes. Then, deadpan but with a tiny smile, he says, “I’m your husband.”

The camp goes silent.

For a split second, your brain glitches—wait, husband?—and then you explode, louder than anyone expected, “OMG YAYYY! I FORGOT YOU MARRIED ME! BEST NEWS EVER!”

You throw your hands up in the air, practically bouncing in your seat like you just won the lottery. Your smile stretches impossibly wide, and your eyes sparkle with giddy excitement.

“Law! We’re married! Can you believe it?!” you gush, nearly knocking over your sake cup “I totally forgot you married me! I’m so lucky! This is the best news ever!”

Law’s eyes widen as he watches you go full-on happy dance mode, his usual calm cracking. He reaches out quickly, steadying you by the shoulders.

“Hey, hey, sit down.” he says with a low chuckle, his voice gentle but firm.

You wobble slightly but don’t stop grinning “Can’t! I’m too excited!”

He sighs, shaking his head fondly, trying again to settle you “You’re going to fall.”

You catch his hands, laughing “Maybe, but it’s worth it!”

Law’s cheeks darken just a bit, but he can’t help the soft smile tugging at his lips “You’re ridiculous.”

You lean closer, eyes bright and teasing “Ridiculous? I prefer when you call me adorable.”

A few of your crew are watching, amused. Penguin smirks “She really lights up when she talks about you.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen her this happy” Shachi adds.

Law’s hand stays steady on your shoulder, and after a moment, you finally settle back down, still glowing.

“Don’t scare me like that” he mutters quietly.

You squeeze his hand “Never. You’re stuck with me... husband.”

He groans dramatically but the warmth in his eyes says otherwise “I’m already regretting marrying you.”

You laugh “Good.”

Luffy’s mouth is wide open, still holding half a meat leg “Wait… married?!”

Nami drops her drink “You two are married?!”

Kid bursts out laughing “Well, no wonder you’re so attached, freaky doctor!”

Sanji’s jaw drops, completely stunned “Husband?!” He looks like he might faint.

Bepo squeaks and hides behind a tree.

You bounce happily “Yep! Secret’s out! We’re married, but only the crew knew.”

Law sighs, adjusting his hat back onto his head “I wanted to keep it quiet.”

“Too late now! You said that yourself!” You grin.

Robin chuckles “Well, congratulations. I always thought you two were close.

Zoro shrugs, grumbling, “Figures.”

You lean into Law, wrapping your arm around his waist “Guess you can’t escape me.”

Law looks resigned but happy “Good.”

Sanji crosses his arms, muttering, “I need a drink…”

You giggle and whisper to Law, “Worth it.”

Law just shakes his head with a small smile.

The campfire flickers as everyone recovers from the big reveal. You lean against Law, still smiling but your eyes hold something deeper, a shadow behind the joy.

Law notices. His gaze sharpens “You’re quiet now.”

You take a shaky breath “I… I'm drinking to forget, but it's not working.”

His eyebrows knit “Forget what?”

You glance away, voice low “How you almost died in the fight. I saw you, Law. It scared me.”

For a long moment, no one speaks. The warmth from the fire feels heavier.

Law’s usual hard edge softens, and he reaches out slowly to pat his hat on your head.

“Hey” he says quietly, voice gentle.

Law reaches out and pats his hat gently on your head. His voice is low, almost careful.

“You’re important to me.”

You look up at him, surprised but steady “Same here.”

His hand lingers a moment on your shoulder before he pulls back slightly, the usual sharpness softened.

He almost forgets you’re in public, his hand lingering on your shoulder like he wants to pull you close. The tough captain’s guard drops for just a second.

Kid smirks “Whoa, Law getting soft.”

Penguin frowns, eyeing your sake cup “You’ve had enough.”

You reach for it again.

His hand shoots out, stopping you “No more.”

Shachi nods “We need you clear, not drunk.”

You pout “But I’m having fun!”

Bepo hops closer, worried “Captain, she’s too loud already.”

Law stands, arms crossed, watching you “They’re right. No more drinking.”

You frown but lower the cup “Only because you said so.”

Law’s lips twitch into a rare smile “Good.”

Your crew surrounds you protectively.

Ikkaku teases, “Lucky he’s soft with you.”

You lean on Law, feeling safe “I am.”

Sanji mutters, “Unbelievable...”

Law’s hand slides around your waist, pulling you close “Stop worrying now. Stay with me.”

You sigh happily “Always.”

── .✦ Shanks:

The sun is high. The air smells like salt and grilled fish.

The Red Force is docked near a lively island. There's music, laughter, and drunk pirates everywhere. Shanks is somewhere near the tavern, talking too loudly, laughing like nothing in the world is wrong.

You sip your drink under a shaded canopy near the docks, far from him but close enough to hear his stupid laugh.

You haven’t spoken in four days. Not since the fight.

"You're impossible" you’d said.

"You're too stubborn" he'd answered.

Then silence.

Now? You're pretending he doesn't exist. He's pretending the same. Except that you know he sees you. Just like you see him. Always.

“Why are you even mad?” Lucky Roux had asked.

You didn’t answer. You didn’t even know anymore.

“Wanna talk about it?” Yasopp tried.

You glared at him until he walked away.

Suddenly, a shadow falls over your table. You glance up.

It’s a man. Not part of the crew.

Tall. Dark skin. A silver earring. Broad shoulders and a smirk you don’t trust.

“You look lonely” he says, leaning close.

You raise a brow “I’m not.”

“No one should drink alone on a day like this.”

You say nothing. But you don’t tell him to go away either.

From across the street, you feel Shanks before you see him. He’s leaning against a wall, one foot crossed over the other, grinning lazily.

He’s watching.

Of course he is.

The stranger sits down beside you “Name’s Davor” he says, offering a hand.

You shake it, quick “Mm.”

“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing away from the party?”

You smile, small. Still not interested. Still mad.

But then your eyes meet his again... Shanks.

He tips his head slightly, smug as ever. His eyes are saying, Go ahead. Play. You’re still mine.

Your blood heats up.

Fine.

You turn to the stranger, eyes a little softer “You look strong” you say, laying a hand lightly on his arm.

He grins, surprised “I train a lot.”

You let your fingers trace the curve of his bicep “I can tell.”

From the corner of your eye, Shanks pushes off the wall.

Still smiling.

Still calm.

But his jaw is tight now. You know that look. He’s coming.

Davor leans closer “Careful. You keep looking at me like that, and I’ll think I have a chance.”

“Yeah, but careful...” you say, smirking “I bite.”

“I like that.”

You let out a fake little laugh, sweet and mean at the same time.

Shanks steps behind the man without a sound “Hey,” he says, cheerful “Enjoying the view?”

Davor looks up “R...Red-Haired Shanks?”

“Red-Haired Shanks, yes.” He nods at you “That seat’s taken.”

Davor blinks “She didn’t say she was—”

“She didn’t have to” Shanks cuts in, voice low now.

You lean back, sipping your drink, acting bored.

But your heart is racing.

Davor glances between you both “I didn’t mean any disrespec—”

Shanks claps a heavy hand on his shoulder, all teeth “Course not. Just be careful. Some things look unclaimed when they’re not.”

Davor stands quickly “Got it. Sorry, ma’am.”

He walks away fast.

Silence.

You look at Shanks.

He looks back, eyes hot and shining.

Neither of you says anything.

Then, he leans down, his lips near your ear.

"That was cute," he murmurs "Trying to make me jealous."

You roll your eyes “Didn’t try. Just succeeded, or you wouldn't even be here.”

He chuckles “You done being mad?”

You shrug “Maybe.”

He reaches for your drink, takes a sip without asking “Good. 'Cause I’ve missed you.”

You don’t reply.

But you don’t stop him when he sits beside you either.

Not this time.

Shanks stretches his legs out under the table like he owns the world, like he didn’t just interrupt a conversation you were clearly enjoying.

He takes another sip of your drink. Loudly.

You don't look at him.

He waits a second. Two.

Then “So... was that your type?” he asks, too casual “The whole broody and tall thing?”

You blink at the horizon, bored. Still not speaking.

Shanks grins. He thinks this is funny "Should I cut my hair and start lifting barrels just to compete?"

Still nothing.

"Hello?" he singsongs, nudging your knee with his "Cat got your tongue? Or did Davor take that too?"

You sigh. Long. Loud. Then, you stand.

His smile falters just a second.

"Where you goin’, sweetheart?"

You don’t answer.

You walk.

Back toward the bar. Back to the party.

Back to Davor, who’s drinking something bitter and looking around like he wants to vanish into the floor.

You sit next to him again.

He jumps “Uh—didn’t expect to see you again.”

You smile sweetly “Why? Did my Captain scare you?”

“...A little.” He laughs nervously.

You lean in anyway, eyes half-lidded, voice soft “Don’t worry. He’s not gonna do anything. I won't let him.”

Across the square, Shanks is still sitting at the table. Watching.

You meet his eyes.

He raises his cup in a little mock-toast. That damn smirk is back, the one that says, Go ahead. You’ll come crawling back anyway.

So you turn back to Davor.

“I didn’t get to finish admiring these muscles earlier” you say, touching his arm again. Slower this time.

Davor blushes, but tries to play it cool “You really wanna keep poking the dragon?”

You grin “Why not? It’s not like he’s breathing fire yet.”

Behind you, you hear a whistle.

It’s Shanks.

You don’t turn around.

You just smile wider.

Let him feel the burn this time.

Davor laughs awkwardly when you run a finger down his arm “You’re bold...” he says.

You smirk “You’re still here.”

He shrugs “Only because he hasn’t killed me yet.”

You glance sideways. Shanks is still at the same table, drink untouched, elbow on the wood, chin resting on his hand and eyes fixed on you.

His smile is now gone.

He stands.

The chair screeches back. He walks slow, boots steady on the wood. No smirk now.

You brace, but don’t look away.

Davor sees him coming and tenses “Alright, maybe I should leave now—”

“No,” Shanks says, voice sharp “I’ll talk.”

You tilt your head “Oh? Now you want to talk?”

“I’ve always wanted to talk.” His eyes burn into yours “But you were too busy flirting with that guy’s forearms.”

You lift your chin “I wasn’t flirting. I was proving a point.”

“To who?!”

“To you!”

He runs a hand through his red hair, frustrated “Y/N, what do you want from me right now?”

“I love making you jealous” you say, arms folded, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

He steps closer “I’m not jealous” he says, jaw tight. Then softer, “Just… stop.”

His voice lowers even more “You were right. About the fight. I was stubborn. I didn’t listen. I acted like a damn idiot.”

You blink.

You weren’t expecting that.

“I…” You shift your weight “I don’t even remember why we fought.”

He stares at you “Are you serious?”

You nod “No clue.”

For a moment, the two of you just… stand there. Then his lips twitch. A small, surprised smile. It grows. That warm Shanks smile. Real.

You smile too.

“Wanna start over?” you ask, voice lighter now.

He nods, eyes soft “Yeah. I’d like that.”

You hold out your hand “Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N. I think I have a crush on you.”

He laughs, taking your hand, pulling you in close.

“Babe,” he murmurs, brushing your hair back, “I’m your husband.”

You grin, leaning into his chest “God, I love when you talk domestic to me.”

He kisses your forehead.

“Let’s go finish this somewhere more private.” he whispers.

“Lead the way, Captain” you say, arms wrapping around him.

Davor clears his throat in the distance “So uh… I’m just gonna go—”

“Good call” Shanks says without looking at him.

"Oh Devor!" you call making him turn in surprise "For real... nice arms."

You smirk, still tucked against Shanks’ side, while Davor nods awkwardly and shoots a terrified glance his way.

Shanks turns to you and flicks your forehead. You pout, rubbing the spot like it actually hurt, acting confused about why he did it.

He smiles at you before leaving a kiss on the same spot on your forehead "Idiot, I love you. Now if you're done here..."

And just like that the storm ends.

── .✦ Ace:

The sun is high when the ship docks near a strange little island. Green trees, bright flowers, and weird fruit hanging from every branch. It almost looks like a dream.

You lean on the railing, watching as Ace stretches his arms beside you.

“Another island, another chance to explore” he says with that wide grin of his.

You poke his side “Another chance for you to pull dumb pranks?”

He laughs “No promises.”

He always pranks you. Hiding your shoes. Filling your drink with chili powder. That time he pretended to fall overboard just to hear you scream his name.

You still haven’t gotten him back.

Not yet.

As the crew unloads, you stay close to Ace. You already know the plan.

Marco leans in and whispers in your ear, “You sure you wanna do this?”

You nod “He deserves it.”

Thatch tosses a weird purple fruit into your hands “This will do the trick. Looks freaky, but it’s just sweet inside. Take a bite, pretend you lose your memory. He’ll freak.”

Ace is walking ahead, clueless. You smirk. Time for revenge.

The moment comes during lunch.

Everyone is sitting under a big tree. The sun is warm. Laughter fills the air.

You sit beside Ace and hold up the fruit “Hey, look what I found.”

Ace raises an eyebrow “That looks… sketchy.”

You shrug “You afraid of a fruit now?”

He scoffs “No. I just don’t want you turning into a duck or something.”

You grin and take a bite.

Everyone goes quiet.

You chew slowly, then suddenly drop the fruit and grab your head “Ow… what… what’s happening…?”

Ace sits up fast “Babe?”

You look around, eyes wide “Who are all of you?!”

He freezes “Wait, what?”

“I... I don’t remember anything! Why am I here?! Who are you?!” you shout, pointing at Ace.

"Yeah sure... nice prank, now you can stop alreaady." he says rolling his eyes at you.

You try your best to stay serious, confused and scared... and it actually works because one look over at you and Ace scrambles to his knees “It’s me! Ace! We’re pirates! You love me, remember?!”

You stare at him like he’s a stranger “Pirates?! I don’t even like the ocean!”

You hear muffled laughs behind you, Thatch’s hand over his mouth, Marco shaking with silent laughter, Izou biting his lip so hard it might bleed.

Ace grabs your shoulders “You’re joking. Right? Right?!”

You blink at him, dead serious “Please don’t hurt me! Someone help!”

He turns pale “What?! Hurt you?! I would never! I—guys, help! What do I do?! Should we call a doctor?! Is there a doctor fruit?! I don't know!!”

You sniff, faking a tear “I don’t even know your name!”

He holds your face gently, panic all over him “It’s Ace! Portgas D. Ace! We’ve been together for years! You sleep on my chest every night, you steal my food, you… love me.”

You’re so close on giving up already, you hate seeing him like this. But then you look over at the crew and they start silently making gestures to make you continue it.

And you do.

You’re back on the ship.

Ace insisted.

“If she sees our room,” he told the crew, “she’ll remember everything. Right?”

Marco just raised a brow “Maybe.”

Thatch was trying not to burst into laughter again “Yeah, maybe.”

So now you’re walking beside Ace, pretending to be confused but curious.

You glance around the deck, eyes wide “This is… a nice boat.”

He corrects you instantly “Ship.”

“Right. Sorry, bro.”

Ace flinches “Bro?”

You smile sweetly “Yeah. You’re being really nice to me, bro. I appreciate it.”

He narrows his eyes “You called me ‘lovebug’ yesterday.”

You shrug “Guess I was weird before the memory loss.”

He mutters something under his breath.

When you reach your shared room, he pushes the door open with hopeful eyes.

Inside, it’s warm and messy. Blankets kicked half off the bed. His shirt on the floor. Your hairbrush sitting on the dresser.

He points at the pictures stuck to the wall “See? That’s us. Kissing.”

You tilt your head “Wow. Looks like I liked you a lot, bro.”

He looks physically wounded “Please stop calling me that.”

You walk over to the bed and flop down “It’s comfy in here.”

Ace stands there, running a hand through his hair “You really don’t remember any of this?”

You shake your head with wide, fake-innocent eyes “Nope. But you seem chill. Kinda cute, too.”

He perks up “Cute?!”

“Like… for a brother.”

He groans “I’m not your brother!”

You stare at him, unblinking “Sorry. Bro.”

Ace falls to his knees beside the bed and grabs your hands “Okay, no. That’s it. This has gone too far. Bro here. Bro there. Bro??? I’m your husband!”

Your eyes go wide “What?!”

“Yeah?” he shouts “We sleep together, we travel together, we fight together, we’re in love! You kiss me every morning! You steal the blankets! You chew too loud but I still love you! And don’t make me say what we do closed door now!”

The rest of the crew looks annoyed by this last sentence.

“It’s not like you’re quite “closed door” anyway…” Marco says as if he’s scolding you both.

But Ace doesn’t even seem to care. He just stares at you with the sorriest expression you ever seen on him.

You sit up fast, eyes softening at Ace. The prank suddenly doesn’t feel as funny anymore.

“…Ace.”

“I don’t care if you don’t remember me,” he says, voice quiet now “I’ll make you fall for me again. I’ll tell you everything, every story, every stupid moment. I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

Your chest tightens.

You bite your lip, then finally blurt out, “Ace… I’m sorry. It was a prank.”

He blinks “What?”

“I didn’t think you’d fall for it that hard! I thought you were just playing along until a minute ago!” you say, grabbing his hands “It was Thatch’s idea. I just wanted to get you back! I didn’t mean to… Ace, I’m so sorry.”

He stares at you in silence.

Then slowly leans back.

Then throws his hands in the air and screams into the room.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?!”

You’re hugging him, trying not to laugh and cry at the same time.

Then you hear a snort.

Then a muffled cackle.

Thatch is holding his stomach, tears running down his face “OH MY GOD. ‘BRO?!’ BRO?! I’M YOUR HUSBAND?!’ I’m gonna DIE.”

Marco leans against the wall, arms crossed, shaking his head with a small smile “I warned you not to prank someone more dramatic than you.”

Izou is fanning himself “I almost broke character when she said he was ‘kinda cute’... That was brutal.”

Ace whirls on them “You were all in on this uh?”

Thatch throws both hands in the air “Obviously!”

“You could’ve given me a heart attack!” Ace says.

Marco smirks “I was watching to make sure you didn’t set the ship on fire with your emotions.”

Izou snickers “That speech, though. The blankets. The chewing. I was this close to crying.”

You nudge Ace “Aw. They all thought it was sweet.”

Ace glares at you, then at the others “You’re all monsters.”

Thatch shrugs “She warned you. Payback, remember?”

Marco points at you “Honestly, the acting was solid.”

“Thank you,” you say, bowing slightly “I trained for this moment my entire relationship.”

Ace groans and hides his face in your shoulder “I hate all of you.”

You stroke his hair with a grin “Still love me, though.”

He mumbles something like “unfortunately” again.

Thatch high-fives you as he walks out “Legendary. Absolutely legendary. That man almost proposed for a second time out of panic.”

Izou whispers, “I bet if we kept it going for ten more minutes, he’d have built you a wedding altar and remake the whole wedding vows.”

Ace grabs a pillow and throws it at him.

The crew finally clears out after what feels like hours of teasing, laughing, and Ace sulking like a kicked puppy.

You’re lying on the bed now, still in your shared room, staring up at the ceiling.

Ace is standing by the window, arms crossed, his back to you.

You sit up slowly “Okay, how bad is it?”

He turns around, eyebrows furrowed “What?”

“You’re planning something, aren’t you?” you say “You’ve gone quiet. That’s when it’s most dangerous.”

He doesn’t answer right away. Just walks over and sits down next to you.

You raise an eyebrow “So? What’s the plan? Fake poison in my tea? Switching out my shampoo with mayonnaise?”

He lets out a breath, like he’s been holding it.

Then, instead of answering, he leans in and gently presses his lips to your forehead.

You blink “…What was that for?”

Ace shrugs “Just felt like it.”

He pulls you close, your head resting against his warm chest, heartbeat steady beneath your ear.

“I really thought I lost you,” he says softly “Even if it was just for a few minutes… it felt real.”

You swallow, guilt creeping back in “I didn’t know it’d hit you that hard.”

“I didn’t know it would, either,” he whispers “But hearing you say you didn’t remember me… it scared me. More than I expected.”

You look up at him, surprised to find his expression completely open. No smirk, no teasing. Just soft eyes and a gentle smile.

“I thought you’d be busy drawing diagrams for your next prank” you murmur.

“Meh,” he says, brushing a hand through your hair “Not tonight.”

You chuckle “Wow. Ace skipping revenge? That’s suspicious.”

He laughs too, but it’s quiet “I’m serious. I just wanna hold you right now.”

He pulls the blanket over both of you, his arms wrapped around your waist, his nose brushing your hair.

You press a small kiss to his collarbone “You’re kinda sweet when you’re not threatening chaos.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he says, smiling “I’m still gonna get you back one day.”

“Sure, sure. But for now?”

“For now,” he says, kissing your temple again, “I just wanna be with my award-winning actress of the Grand Line… Ladies and gentlemen, my wife Y/N.”

You laugh into his chest “I’m the luckiest wife in the world.”

His fingers trace lazy circles on your back “And I’m the happiest ‘bro’ alive.”

You groan and smack his chest lightly “Don’t ruin the moment.”

He kisses your cheek “Okay, okay. No more ‘bro’.”

Just soft smiles. Quiet breathing. Warm skin. No pranks.

At least for now.

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sweet as sugar, daddy.

Pairing(s): Luffy x reader; Zoro x reader; Sanji x reader; Ace x reader; Law x reader Genre: Smut Warnings: This content is for a mature audience Synopsis: Living the sugar baby dream Author's notes: I can't believe this took me a fucking month. Enjoy these sugar daddies!

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Luffy 

He’s a very famous Twitch streamer; it makes sense, right? He’s funny, a good gamer, hot, oblivious to standard social cues, the usual. 

He has everything he wants, but something is missing. He’s tried dating, but nothing has really come out of it. 

“Why don’t you try getting a sugar baby?” Nami suggests, clearly, as a joke. 

But wait a sec. Yeah, why doesn’t he get a sugar baby? He’s got the money, time, and initiative. What else does it take? 

You met through a dating app that Nami had to help him look for. In your profile picture, you're wearing a low-cut tank top at a café, surrounded by desserts, and your bio mentions that you like dogs, food, and adventures. Also, no perverts, only serious deals. 

Well, he likes the same things, he’s not a pervert, and he’s serious about this. 

To be honest, he doesn’t quite understand what a sugar baby is. In his mind, a girlfriend and a sugar baby are the same thing, just with a cuter name. 

Any kind of debt? He pays. Need a new phone? He pays. Need new clothes? He pays. Don’t need anything? Still, he pays. 

“Lu, I need...” “Here’s my credit card.” 

Loves having you on his channel, sitting on his lap while he plays. People in the comments ask a lot of questions, but he doesn’t answer any of them. He’s just happy that you’re here. 

Shows you the games he likes, even if you are bad at them. He enjoys watching you play. Gifts you the Mangas he’s reading and loves hearing your opinions on them.  

Remember I said he doesn’t understand social cues? Welp. 

Your relationship quickly turns sexual. Luffy doesn’t really know how to keep his hands to himself. “Hey, do you ever touch yourself?” You choke on your salad. 

He loves watching you masturbate. 

Riding him on his gaming chair while he’s playing seems to be his favourite thing to do. 

Him eating you out as soon as you walk into his apartment (you are now one of his favourite meals; always hot and ready). 

You never speak about it, but your little arrangement turns into an actual relationship.  

“Shh, sweets. You need to calm down, they're gonna find out.” He whispered in your ear while you sat down on his lap. 

Luffy was streaming a new popular horror game. He had asked you to join him and you were happy to do it. He just had a small request. 

“Hey, can we do that thing we tried last week?”  

And that’s how you ended up sitting on his lap, dick impaling you and you trying your hardest not to moan every time he moved. 

Luffy laughed with the scare jumps, moved around when reading comments and couldn’t seem to stay put to save his life (or your digital footprint). At some point you began suspecting he was doing it on purpose, the way his hands would run down your thighs, his hips would move against yours, pushing his cock against your spot and how he would leave small kisses on the back of your head. 

“You’ve been awfully quiet, baby. Are you having fun?” He said as his hand went under your skirt, his fingers quick to find your clitoris and toy with it. The camera couldn’t see what he was doing, but your face said everything. 

Zoro 

He owns a bar. Loving sake and getting drunk really pays off, right? (Drink responsibly). 

He’s a hot-headed, cynical, moody asshole, but goddamn if he isn’t so fucking hot. Along with the fact that he’s older and swimming in cash? Sign me the fuck up. 

It should be easy for him to get whoever he pleases, but let’s face reality. This man doesn’t know how to get pussy and he’s not learning anytime soon.  

Nami must be a saint to be helping all these desperate ass men. But now he’s got you and doesn’t have a clue as to what to do. 

Dates? Um, sure, does hanging out at the gym or his bar count? No? Well, shit, what else is he supposed to do? 

Nami said he should give you his credit card, so he did that and called it a day. No questions asked, he’s not really interested in what you are doing with the money. Though he will get a bit excited whenever he sees you wearing something he can recognise the charge for on his card. 

Zoro is a simple yet complicated man. He won’t be an overly affectionate or needy sugar daddy, but he’s always present. He’s also a private man, so he’ll appreciate it if you keep your relationship on the downlow. 

Makes you call him at the end of the day and listens to you ramble about whatever subject is on your mind, though he doesn’t say much. Whenever you show him what you bought on your shopping spree, he makes sure to pay extra attention if it comes to lingerie and jewellery; makes sure you take care of yourself, no injuries untreated or empty bellies on his watch. 

He would never be the first to make a move when it comes to being sexual. Not that it doesn’t cross his mind, but the last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable.  

But he’s a man, a possessive man, and one of the guys he calls a friend is a whore (ahem, Sanji), so it’s safe to say you end up with your guts rearranged and your thighs burning, core crying on the chef’s kitchen bar. And he feels so damn proud of himself.  

It’s amazing how things can change in just a couple of minutes. One moment, you were sitting in Sanji’s living room, he was praising your beauty and eagerly listening to whatever came out of your mouth, his hands caressing yours and you thinking how nice Zoro’s friends were. And the next moment, as soon as Sanji excused himself to take a call, your back was pressed against the kitchen’s bar and your head hanging off the edge with your sugar daddy’s head in between your legs. 

“Zoro... fuck, Zoro we are going to get caught.” Your lips said something, but your hands pushing him closer to your core said something else. His fingers pushed on your clit while his tongue fucked you, your juices falling on the chef’s floor. He was being sloppy, rough and the slurps he made had you clenching your thighs around his head. 

He groaned against your cunt, “He can watch for all I care. Fucking perv cook messing with what’s mine.” He’s nowhere near done. 

Sanji 

He’s a Michelin chef with multiple restaurants around the world. You know the drill. 

He’s got fame, money, and looks. 

But he can’t get a woman to save his life. Too intense, too desperate, too needy, too much. 

If Luffy (and fucking Zoro) can get himself a sugar baby, why can’t he do the same? (He’ll ask, and practically beg, Nami to help him. If she did it for Luffy, why not for him? Yeah, now he owes her.) 

That’s how you end up with this man. And you really can’t complain. 

Handsome, elegant, obsessed with you and made of money. What else could you ask for? 

You are the first to try his new recipes and techniques; your opinion is really important to him. 

He’s a sucker for you the second he sees you. Will bend over backwards just to keep you happy. Expensive clothes, the finest jewellery, trips to places you’ve never even dreamed of. 

Sanji is not hard to please; your existence keeps him satisfied. But... you know, a girl’s got needs. He may act all high and mighty around his friends, but you know better. You’ve got him on his knees, literally. 

He lives to please you, in and out of the sheets. 

You like head? Good, because he loves giving it. This man could live the rest of his days between your legs and die happy. Day or night, before or after work, in public or private; you can be sure he’ll eat you out and have you crying on his tongue in just a couple of minutes. 

Are you more of a top or a bottom? Don’t worry, he’s a switch. Whether you feel like crying from stimulation or making him beg for more, he’s there to indulge you in all and every single way you can imagine. 

But beware, you might or might not fall in love while getting your guts rearranged, but I can assure you he will fall head over heels for you the second he gets a taste of your sweet body, no doubt. 

Right now, your head could only process two things, how you were stuck in the traffic on the back of Sanji’s car, and how good his cock felt inside you. You lost count of how many times you’ve cum. Is it five or six? His head is on your neck, leaving small hickies and kisses on your skin, making sure to mark you as his. His thrusts are relentless and rough, completely contrary to the sweet words he whispers against your mouth. 

“You are taking me so well, princess.” His hands pushed you up and down his shaft, juices oozing out and covering the leather seats. His tip pushed against all the right places, making tears spill out of your eyes and your skin crawl from the overstimulation. 

Your eyes were at the back of your head, your tongue lolled out of your mouth, his name all came out of you, “Sanji! Oh my god, Sanji! Too much!” 

“Shh, sweetheart, the chauffeur might hear you.” 

Ace 

He’s the CFO at Whitebeard’s company. Truly a nepo baby, but he is sure to earn his position. Which leaves him little to no time for dating, socialising, or existing. But he’s okay with it... right? 

Amazing how Whitebeard is the one who helps him get laid. Truly shameful his old man is getting more pussy than him (it makes him want to puke just thinking about it), also makes him wonder, how does the old man know how to get a sugar baby? Yeah, that’s a question he doesn’t want the answer to. 

He’s a confident man, so he makes you feel secure the first time you meet. He’s not cold or distant whatsoever, but fierce and sure of what he wants and needs. He knows his way with words and makes sure to fluster you every chance he gets.  

Thank God, Mr. Newgate had already warned you about his “sleep attacks” cause having to save a man from choking on a plate of mashed potatoes in the middle of a first date is not your definition of ideal. 

Ace is too hot, too charming and too generous as a sugar daddy. Gold, rare trinkets and gifts that are way too expensive, and way too big flood your apartment in mere weeks. 

Clothes, jewellery, bags, fuck it, even puppies, show at your door with just a call. 

Likes showing you off, so he takes you everywhere he can, and introduces you as ‘his girl’ (man got me on my fucking knees with the bare minimum.) 

He takes you out on creative and adventurous dates, so be prepared for anything. From fucking rock climbing to taking you to the opening of new club. But he’ll slow down if you feel like it’s too much. 

You have him wrapped around your finger; he’ll worship the ground you walk on. It amuses Whitebeard to see his son stay put and be compliant for once in his life. 

Just as his brother, Ace doesn’t really care about the difference between an actual girlfriend and a sugar baby; you are his and he will claim you as such. 

“Such a nice view, isn’t it, baby?” Tits pressed against the window of his office, staring at the starry sky and the bright city. You could barely keep your eyes open, his cock kept bullying your cervix with every thrust, making your legs tremble. 

His hands were holding you up, his nails biting so hard into your skin that they will surely leave marks. His hips slamming against your plush bottom and his balls slapping on your clit again and again. “Fuck, angel you are squeezing me so fucking tight.” His palm smacked your ass, “cum again for me. Fuck, come on, baby.” 

“Daddy!” Your core clenched desperately, the knot on your tummy threatened to snap any second now, and just like that, juices spilt violently out of you, splashing your thighs, his and the floor. 

“Good fucking job, sweetheart!” He moaned behind you. You expected him to slow down, but even if you had just cum, he didn’t plan on stopping.  

Law 

He’s a brilliant surgeon. All his work and effort have paid off, even if it meant sacrificing his youth. He feels fulfilled in every aspect of his work life. 

But what about the rest of his life? 

He’s tired of people asking him why he won’t bring anyone to the charity galas and events, and he’s even more tired of people coming and flirting with him. 

He's tried dating, but he can’t flirt or even follow a conversation. Those are things they don’t teach you at med school. 

One day, while doomscrolling on his phone, he comes across an ad for a sugar baby dating app. He’s quick to dismiss it, thinking that it’s for desperate people. The next day, he signed up. Meets a couple of people, but none of them catch his attention, and he’s really close to giving up. When he comes across your profile. 

Now you are at his side at every event, and he’s content. No one’s bothering him with questions or measly romantic approaches, and he’s got an arm candy. Life is good. 

He sees your relationship as a business transaction; you get what you want, and in return, he doesn’t have to go out and make a fool of himself. Everybody wins. 

He pays debts, buys whatever you want, and more. 

He’s not so present in the beginning because of work, and because he’s still getting the hang of being in this kind of relationship, or any relationship, for that matter. 

Likes to think you were the one to fall first, but it’s a lie; he did. And he fell even harder. 

It was slow and he kept denying himself, but everyone could see through his bullshit. The way he made time for you, cutting down on his work and research hours, answering texts, buying random things that reminded him of you (he’ll claim you asked for them and just forgot about it.) 

He wishes he had confessed his feelings in a different way, but Law is cold, calculating and professional in his field, so it also transfers to his personal life. Yet, at the end of the day, he’s still a man. A man who likes to get his dick wet. 

Visits to the doctor have never been more fulfilling. Law had asked you to meet him at his office so you guys could have lunch together, since the last days he’d been too busy to see you. He was tired and stressed, but the second he saw you it was like all that had melted away. He recognised the clothes you were wearing, a tight, really short dress you’d bought last time you went out, a nice pair of shoes and the very expensive bag he’d given you for your birthday. 

In the blink of an eye, he had you against the bookshelf of his office. His cock reaching deep into your pussy and his lips attached your nipple, his thrusts were unforgiven and lacked rhythm. He felt like a horny teenager all over again. 

“Holy shit, Law.” You tried to keep quiet, not wanting any patients or any other doctors to hear you. But Law was fucking you without a single care. 

Books flew down to the ground, along with some frames, but nothing made him stop, “fuck, love. You feel so fucking good.” He moaned against your skin.  

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⟡ Dick Grayson who is freakishly good with kids. It’s as if Dick, at heart, is a twelve year old boy still. He’s practically fluent in crying baby. One time you brought him to a family wedding and lost him for a good thirty minutes—not at any table or talking to your family. No, he was sitting cross crossed in a circle with all of the children playing duck duck goose. It’s a common occurrence, him scurrying away from all adults—he’s had enough of the mingling with adults to satisfy him for the rest of his life. 

Dick loves children. Not exactly taking care of them, but their imagination and ideas—the way that they run around free without having to worry about any expectations or checking over their shoulder at every given moment. He never got the chance to enjoy it when he should have, so why not now? 

He actually gets pretty competitive accidentally, do NOT test this man in a game of jenga or uno. The children pretty much accept him as one of them, especially once your nieces and nephews see more and more of him around during the holidays. New Christmas gifts? Dick is one hundred percent sitting on the floor next to the tree playing with barbies while your nieces make him play their only ken doll. Same thing with those cheap makeup sets, they give him the look and he immediately folds—he just accepts that he’s their test subject. 

 It gets to a point where he’s practically gone through every initiation ritual in your family— he’s expected to show at every family event. If he has patrol? Your family is in uproar over the fact he didn’t come. That’s all you get all night, questions about Dick Grayson. The same Dick Grayson who once was a scared little boy who didn’t have a family to run to— who now has people expecting him to bring dessert whenever he comes over. 

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[dopexwang]

you got drunk and seduced him

Pairings: Zoro x Reader, Ace x Reader, Law x Reader, Sanji x Reader

You had too much alcohol, so you decided to have a little fun.

Word Count: ~500 - 1,000 words

tag: suggestive

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Zoro

The Thousand Sunny rocks gently on calm waters, the afternoon sun baking the deck as you sprawl on a crate near the training area, a jug of cheap booze in hand.

You’ve been tossing back shots for the better part of an hour, watching Zoro slice through the air with his swords, sweat glistening on his scarred torso.

That single-minded focus, the raw power in every swing, the way he grunts with effort—it’s doing things to you, things the alcohol only amplifies.

You’ve always liked pushing his buttons, seeing how far you can take it before that gruff exterior cracks.

And right now, with your head spinning and inhibitions gone, you’re ready to say some downright filthy things to the Swordsman of the Straw Hats.

You stand, wobbling a bit, and stride over just as he sheathes Wado Ichimonji, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.

“Oi, Zoro,” you call, voice thick with liquor and intent, stopping close enough to smell the salt and steel on him.

He glances over, one eye narrowing, already sensing trouble.

“What?” he grunts, short and sharp, but you just grin, leaning in so your words are for him alone.

“Y’know, I’ve been watchin’ you swing those swords, and I can’t help wonderin’ how good you’d be at handlin’ somethin’ else. Bet you could fuck me so hard I’d forget my own damn name, huh? Slice right through me with that big, hard—”

His face goes from annoyed to stunned in half a second, mouth dropping open before he snaps it shut, a rare flush creeping up his neck.

“The hell’s wrong with you?!” he barks, but there’s a roughness to his tone that wasn’t there before.

You laugh, low and dirty, stepping closer.

“C’mon, tough guy, don’t tell me you ain’t thought about it. Pin me down, cut loose— I’m ready for ya.”

Do you think he’ll bite, or just swing a sword at you to shut you up?

Zoro’s grip tightens on the hilt of Shusui, knuckles whitening, and for a moment, you think he might actually draw it just to scare you off.

But his eye locks on yours, burning with something that ain’t just anger, and he steps forward, towering over you.

“Keep talkin’ like that, and you’re gonna regret it,” he growls, voice low enough to send a shiver down your spine, the heat of his breath close as he glares.

You don’t back down, tilting your chin up defiantly, your smirk daring him.

“Make me, Zoro. I fuckin’ dare ya.”

The air between you crackles, thick with unspoken challenge, and his hand twitches—not toward the sword, but toward you, hovering just an inch from your arm as the Sunny’s deck creaks under the weight of the tension.

——

Ace

The deck of the Moby Dick sways under your unsteady feet, the salty tang of the sea mixing with the sharp burn of rum on your tongue.

Lanterns swing overhead, casting golden flickers across the weathered wood as the Whitebeard Pirates roar with laughter, their voices a chaotic melody against the crashing waves.

You’ve had one too many, the warmth of the alcohol buzzing through your veins, making your skin prickle with reckless abandon.

And there he is—Portgas D. Ace, lounging against the railing, shirt half-unbuttoned, his freckled chest glistening with sweat from the humid night air.

That cocky grin of his, the way his dark eyes glint with mischief under the brim of his hat—damn, it’s doing things to you.

Why not play with fire tonight?

You stumble forward, a sly smile curling your lips, your heart thumping like a war drum as you close the distance.

“Hey, Ace,” you purr, voice low and dripping with intent, “you look like you could use some company. Or am I too hot to handle?”

His brow quirks, that grin widening as he straightens, clearly intrigued.

Oh, this is gonna be fun.

You sway closer, the rum making your movements bold, your hand brushing against his bare arm—skin on skin, electric.

His muscles tense under your touch, and you can’t help but linger, fingers tracing the edge of his tattoo, the black ink stark against his tan.

“You know,” you murmur, leaning in so your breath ghosts over his ear, “I’ve always wondered how much heat you can really take. Care to test that with me?”

Ace lets out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest as he turns to face you fully, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your knees weak.

“You’re playin’ a dangerous game, darlin’,” he drawls, voice rough like gravel, but his hand finds your waist, pulling you just a fraction closer.

The heat of his palm sears through your thin shirt, and you press yourself against him, chest to chest, daring him to push back.

Your fingers slide up his neck, tangling in the dark waves of his hair as you tug lightly, whispering, “I like danger. Don’t you?”

His eyes darken, a flicker of raw hunger flashing through them, and you know you’ve got him hooked.

But then, in a swift move, he spins you around, pinning you against the railing, the cool wood digging into your back as his body cages yours.

“Keep teasin’ me like that,” he growls, lips hovering just above yours, “and I might just burn this whole ship down.”

Your breath hitches, the tension crackling like wildfire between you, and you can’t resist reaching up to graze your nails down his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart.

What now—do you push him further, or let him take the lead?

——

Law

The Polar Tang’s dimly lit mess hall hums with the quiet clinks of mugs and the low murmur of the Heart Pirates unwinding after a long day.

You’re sprawled at a table, a half-empty bottle of sake in hand, the buzz in your head making the submarine’s steel walls feel less claustrophobic.

Across the room, Trafalgar Law leans against the counter, his sharp eyes scanning a medical text, completely oblivious to the party—or to you.

That stoic, calculating demeanor, the way his long fingers turn a page, even the damn spots on his hat… it’s infuriating how much you want him.

You’ve had enough of his cool detachment tonight.

With a smirk, you slam your bottle down, the noise cutting through the chatter, and decide it’s time to rattle the Surgeon of Death.

You stagger to your feet, the sake sloshing in your system as you saunter over, hips swaying with purpose.

“Captain,” you drawl, voice dripping with mischief, stopping right in front of him.

Law’s gaze lifts, those piercing gray eyes narrowing as he takes in your flushed state.

“You’re drunk,” he states flatly, already turning back to his book.

Oh, hell no. You’re not letting him dismiss you that easily.

With a daring grin, you reach for the hem of your top, peeling it off in one fluid motion, leaving you in just your bra—black lace, clinging to your curves.

The cold air of the sub hits your skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat in your core as Law’s eyes snap back to you, widening for a fraction of a second before his jaw tightens.

“What the hell are you doing?” he growls, voice low, but you catch the faintest flush on his tattooed neck.

Leaning forward, hands braced on the counter beside him, you let him get a good look, your smirk wicked.

“Just givin’ you a reason to pay attention, Doc. Wanna check my vitals now?”

His fingers twitch around the book, and you swear you see a crack in that icy facade—will he snap, or keep playing the untouchable captain?

The room’s gone quiet, or maybe it’s just the blood pounding in your ears as you hold his stare, daring him to react.

Law slams the book shut with a sharp thud, his voice a dangerous whisper.

“You’ve got no idea what you’re starting.”

But he doesn’t move away, doesn’t call for Bepo to drag you off.

Instead, his gaze drops, lingering on the swell of your chest before flicking back to your face, a storm brewing in those eyes.

You tilt your head, tongue darting out to wet your lips, pushing him further.

“Then show me, Law. I’m all yours to dissect.”

His hand shifts, inching toward the hilt of Kikoku propped nearby—not out of threat but pure instinct—and you feel the air thicken, your skin prickling as you wait for his next move…

His long fingers hovering just above the blade’s grip.

——

Sanji

The kitchen of the Thousand Sunny smells of fresh herbs and simmering broth, a late-night sanctuary where Sanji works his magic.

You’ve wandered in after a few too many drinks with the crew, the buzz in your head making you bolder than usual as you lean against the counter, watching him chop vegetables with that effortless precision.

His blond hair falls over one eye, cigarette smoke curling lazily in the air, and damn if he doesn’t look good in that apron.

You’ve always known how to push his buttons—he’s a hopeless romantic, after all—and tonight, you’re in the mood to be his muse.

Swinging your legs playfully, you lean forward, letting your voice dip into something sweet and teasing.

“Sanji, darling,” you coo, drawing out the words as you twirl the bottle in your hand, “you always make such a fuss over Nami and Robin, but what about me? Don’t I deserve a little of that special treatment?”

His head snaps up, eyes wide behind that blond fringe, and the cigarette nearly falls from his mouth as he stammers,

“M-my lady, of course, I—anything for you!”

You hop off the counter, closing the distance, and pluck the cigarette from his lips, taking a slow drag before blowing the smoke right in his face with a wicked smile.

“Then how ‘bout you serve me somethin’… personal? I’m starvin’ for a taste of you, chef.”

His face turns beet red, hearts practically popping in his eyes, but there’s a nervous swallow as you press closer, your hand brushing his apron.

On the other hand, Sanji’s no fool—he knows when he’s being played with, doesn’t he?

He recovers fast, a suave grin spreading as he sets down his knife, turning to face you fully.

“Ahh, my sweet, you wound me with such temptation! But I am at your service—name your desire, and I’ll whip it up!”

His voice drips with flirtation, but you see the way his hands fidget, the slight tremor in his fingers.

You step even closer, your chest brushing his as you murmur,

“I want the main course, Sanji. Hot, messy, and all mine.”

His breath catches, eyes darting to your lips, and for once, the smooth-talking cook seems at a loss for words.

The pot on the stove bubbles over with a loud hiss, steam rising, mirroring the heat building between you as his hand hovers near your waist, hesitant but oh-so-close to touching.

[dopexwang]

content. mdni 18+

roronoa zoro !! makeup sex, accidental creampie, porn with little plot

torn apart and bloody, covered in bandages that were soaked with that of your bodily secretion regarding your practically fatal injuries. your skin had rips in it, thick stitches decorating your form and your face a sickly pale. knocked out dead cold in the bunker of the thousand sunny with a much less fatally injured zoro by your side, unconscious with his back leaning against the edge of your bed. seemingly unaffected externally and yet, he slept by your side each night in the small probability of emergency, chest heavy in worry. he had nightmares he'd never tell anyone. not you, not luffy, not even a god. he thought you were dead at first when you were face down and your blood seeped into the dirt underneath your barely breathing body. it made his tough stature shake and his heart collapse. he wanted to trust the strength he knew you had but you reached your limit, rendering you almost six feet under.

 now zoro treated you similar to a bratty child under constant surveillance. you hated to admit it hurt you. it wasn't the same. he'd keep his distance, staring you down coldly but not enough for you to not notice he watched your every move. his gaze like a vulture scoping out its next meal. only he didn't eat you, only jabbed his beak into your side every now and then.

 day in and day out, your body still ached despite the treatments of chopper, blood still threatening to leak through not fully healed slashes underneath tight stitches. zoro worked your body into the ground despite it. he stared at you with vigor, eyebrows furrowed in frustration and urging you snarkily to fix whatever you did wrong. he was not usually this ticked off with you, clicking his tongue rudely with the pain he held in his chest that was hidden far away from you and anyone else. an overwhelming need to keep you away from heaven and hell all the same. who knows how much his heart could take if such situations were to appear once more. he didn't think he could bounce back from that one.

 with high expectations and even higher tension, metal clanged loudly in an air full of silence. sweat covered your bodies and muscles wearing down, sword finally dropping from your hand with your behind sat willingly on the dirt.

 "i'm taking a break." you mumbled, flopping your back down to lay flat.

 "when did i say we were done?" he leaned over, casting a shadow over your body as he towered above you.

 "you didn't. i did." you huffed, annoyed. with a frown, he spun a sword and dropped it to make contact with your gut. grunting loudly, you turned in pain, clutching at your stomach.

 "get up." he ordered, stuffing a foot into your back at a surprisingly gentle force.

 "you're pissing me off. go away." your hand swatted at him, pushing roughly at his leg. his eyebrow twitched, impatient before kicking you harder.

 "i'm pissing you off?"

 "that's what i said." your body was held in a fetsl position while he bullied you with his foot. not enough to hurt, but enough to be annoying.

 "if you wouldn't have almost killed yourself, we wouldn't be in this position." his foot held you down from moving, threatening you with his blade pointed at you. "i'm sick of you walking yourself around like nothing happened." his voice cracked under emotional pressure, throat tightening before he cleared it. you could only glance back.

 ".. is that what this is about?" you scoffed. "you sit here being a dick instead of speaking to me. shouldn't you be more relieved im alive?" you couldn't tell if you were correct for being upset, but he wasn't thinking logically either. for the first time in the last 10 minutes of him battering you, you kicked back. your foot launched at his ankles, quickly dragging him down with you before he could even process it. immediately kicking your leg over, you sat fully just beneath his chest. "tell me what the issue is."

 he only stared, his lip twitching and eyebrows furrowed. the tension somehow got denser, his arms casually wrapping around your thighs from behind. he could've easily lifted you off and turned the tables. you knew that. and yet he didn't.

 "there is no issue." he spoke nonchalantly, jaw clenched tightly.

 "liar." you leaned down, holding his face in your hands tightly. "you could have just told me you were worried." your nose oh so lightly rested against his, the tips of each of them touching.

 "i wasn't." his voice was quiet now, the irritation on his face slowly fading. your heartbeat was like a war drum, pounding in your ears and threatening to rip itself from your chest. was this a bad idea? you didn't know and frankly, you didn't really care.

 "liar."

with pure greed, your lips touched in a messy mush of teeth and tongue. his body jumped momentarily in surprise, but didn't hesitate to bite at your lips, vigorously pushing back against the force of your mouth on his. spit swapped and slid down zoro's cheek, attempting a fight of who would come out on top. bitten, blunt nails dug into the skin of your thighs, leaving behind the slightest red tint of his fingertips. soft grunts and gasps, your fully clothed cunt sought friction. your hips rocked gently, using the upper half of washboard abs for personal use, his thin shirt rolling up in sync with your movement. groaning in realization, his cock began to twitch in his pants, big hands shaking as they reached for your waist. he held you down tighter on his body, thumbs digging into into your hip bones. your lip finally parted, sitting up tall. you whimpered softly with your hands planted firmly on his shoulder, your under stimulated cunt unsatisfied with the lack of pleasure against the thick layers that prevented you and zoro from being skin to skin. your hips were wild, rubbing against him with absolute need, cheeks dusted a pretty pink and your eyes blinking at him through your lashes. the desperate whine that left your throat made zoro's head spin and his teeth bare. his primal senses ticked, forcing you underneath him with minimal effort.

 "take em off." he ordered, speaking to himself more than he was to you. with no effort to get you off the battlefield, clothes were strewn about. a shirt here, your panties there, his pants over there. legs had been flung over his shoulders, cock heavy on your clit. the touch alone made you weak, your body sinking shamelessly into the warm dirt. with a kiss on your calf, he hissed with a drag of his cock right on your slicked cunt. back and forth, he teased your aching pussy and smothered himself in your secretions. he was slow. deliberate. he occasionally caught his tip right against your hole, the slightest push pulling out soft begs.

 "inside.." you beckoned with a heel to his back.

 "hmm?" he stared, intentionally halting his cock directly with his tip at your hole. "what was that?" he was mocking you now. you only dug your heels further into his muscled back, attempting to wiggle your hips closer.

 "please.. put it inside." you sniffed softly. "wanna feel you. wanna feel how worried you were." you yanked him down to your lips, desperate for intimacy. he slowly caved, groaning slowly against your lips. your fingers dug into his scalp, short green hair surprisingly soft on your fingertips.

 yanked, your stomach hit the dirt with a loud gasp, zoro's fingers interlocking with yours from behind and holding you still while he adjusted you like a doll. face to the ground and your hips lifted as high as possible.

 "zoro—" you squeaked, shifting uncomfortably with slick soaked thighs.

 "shh, i got you." he mumbled, groaning lowly as his tip finally pushed through wet folds and through your tight hole. he struggled his way in, balls squeezing with every inch of movement. you were unexpectedly tight and unexpectedly loud. how long have you been waiting for this? your hands scrambled to scratch at the dirt, choking when he pushed tightly against your cervix.

 "s—so big.." you whined, no longer caring of your cheek on the bare earth. you could feel him deep in your stomach, whining loudly as he pushed in once more. he took his time. hard, deep, and excruciatingly slow. he'd reel back with the speed of a dead man before slamming into you as deep as he could go only to sit there for a few moments and repeat. you could feel every crevice, every vein that pulsed inside you, every twitch. your stomach rounded in the shape of his cock, poking slightly outwards and creating an obscene sight. hefty breeder balls bumped at your clit as you begged him to go faster.

 with a free hand, he pushed down directly between your shoulder blades and a leg lifted to place itself right beside your head. muscular hips pounded into you from behind with a force you've never felt before, bullying your insides to shape you into whatever he liked, eyes rolling back til you saw nothing but dark. your voice was turning hoarse and your body shivered in pleasure, babbling his name along with absolute gibberish. your string snapped without even realizing, already too overcome by ecstasy, cunt clenching down on his fat, pistoning cock.

 "f—feels too g—good.. 's deep ! " you cried, sniffing softly as a tear slipped down your cheek but you didn't ask for him to stop. zoro didn't speak much, his ears flicking at each sound of the loud shlick! of his cock inside your overwhelmingly wet cunt. he only groaned, fucking into you like it'd be the last time you'd let him. ruthless and bruising your skin with love. fingertips and slaps to your behind.

 perhaps you should've been quieter, the ship just meters and meters away. your fighting ground just being a random clearing on a new island. as much as your brain told you to, your cunt told you otherwise. you couldn't have done it even with a gun to your head, the disgusting drag of his cock in your insides mind numbingly sweet.

 "cum.. 'm c—cumming ! " your thighs shook as you whined loudly. you could hear zoro hum in approval, a smug smirk wide on his shiny lips.

 "feeling my worry enough? this what you wanted?" he scoffed at you but his cock twitched and his balls tightened, his stomach churning and his hands tightening on your wrists. he swallowed thickly, squinting at your fallen apart form and it went over his head as he spilled in heavy grunts that resided in his chest, your tight ring of muscles milking him for all that it was worth.

 he warmed your insides in spurts, white slowly overpouring your cunt of his essence. you gasped for air, whimpering quietly as you soaked in the feelings of his cum deep in your pussy. you clenched down instinctively, drool dripping from your mouth.

 "shit.. i'm so sorry." his brain finally clicked into reality, a hand running down his face in disbelief. "i didn't think i'd do that—"

 "do it again." you croaked, lazily trying to get up from your spot on the floor. he almost choked on air, pulling back in surprise with a red face only to gulp as pure white met the the floor, leaking deliciously from your stuffed cunt.

 "... maybe another time." he huffed shyly, using his usual white shirt to wipe down your body. "lets uhh.. get you back to the ship."

 upon entering, your exhausted body thrown over his shoulder, you were met with quiet. too much quiet. and a couple stares. a deadly gaze from a fuming sanji, a hand over a giggling robin, and an overly red usopp who jumped with a yelp when you glanced his way from atop zoro. zoro cleared his throat, dropping you nervously in front of the deer of a doctor.

 "you should check if their body is okay from.. all that training." he spoke, speed walking out of sight and leaving you alone with a curious crew.

this is a request for @hethia <3 I'm not the best with plot and I tend to write short style smuts so I hope this is okay >.<