#Crocodile x reader

[the-k44rds]

— Thoughts... Sir Crocodile likes to spoil 🐊

So, here's a thought...

Hear me out. Rich criminal, who doesn't have time for the fickle thing they call "love," having a lover and being devoted because it isn't often (if at all) that he finds himself spoken for.

Suddenly, you're finding new clothes tailored to your exact size in your closet, jewellery you don't remember having, accessories he thought you'd like, and—if we're going on the slightly more intimate side of things—silks and lingerie crafted to show you for him like you are some undiscovered treasure and he was the dragon hoarding it. Besides, some of his pride demands him to partially show you off and how well he can take care of you.

Hey, call me delusional but I can see him doing this. Bonus points if you like to spend/your love language is gifting. More for him to show off and revel in your pretty smile as you open your fourth gift of the afternoon.

[kaivenom]

Op dilfs with a secretly touchstarved reader? Like they only realise it when they see the reader practically glow when they get little touches and so hesitant to reach out for more for whatever reason??? Yghhh touch starved readers make me ill…

OP Dilfs with an touchstarved reader

Characters: Doflamingo, Mihawk, Crocodile, Smoker, Shanks

Masterlist

Dracule Mihawk

He is not really fond of PDA.

He started becoming suspicious that you may need a little more or a little different treatment than he does.

He approached you about PDA, boundaries and other stuff.

Even though it was difficult for you to explain it, he ended up understanding everything.

Now he fills you up with love and touches, a little more difficult in public but in the castle he is always giving you light touches, passionate kisses and more.

Donquixote Doflamingo

The moment you star dating him, you became the opposite of touchstarved.

In the course of a week he filled up the love tank that you had been craving for years.

He is the biggest clingiest person ever, and you couldn't escape cause he is triple your size.

You are more than happy with it, sometimes he can be too much but is not like you can complain.

He feels really motivated to crash you with his love just to see your flustered cheeks.

Sr. Crocodile

He is really touchstarved too.

He says he doesn't need PDA, that he is a serious business man but he craving it like a mad man.

He tries to give you subtle hints but you are also too touchstarved to engage first.

Then you started doing the hints and some of your colleagues talked to him.

Now he is trying to loose up himself so he can so you can also do it. Cause he loves how your eyes glow and how he feels better when you both touch.

Smoker

He loves to give you PDA, he is on his knees for you.

Don't expect much or anything at work, cause he really cares about the behaviour code.

But that doesn't stop him from touching your arm or putting you inside of a closet from time to time.

When he feels brave enough to do it, he sends shivers down your spine and makes you feel like jelly.

At home, he is literally a teddy bear, and now you learned to just open your arms and let him wrap you up.

Akagami Shanks

You can't escape even if you wanted it.

He hugs you, kisses you, has his hands on you everytime he can.

Sometimes you even fell dizzy cause you went from nothing to all, but you are more than greatful for it.

He is a big loveable one, he doesn't mind PDA giving or receiving, in public or in the intimacy of the bedroom.

He catches really fast that you are touchstarved so he puts his personal goal of giving you all the love, and decides to let you decide when you will be ready to.

[theshipsong]

starbound pirates au, sir crocodile x reader. a cheeky little spin on the stars have all gone, if you're curious :)

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Sir Crocodile was in a foul mood and had been for weeks ever since he returned to the New World city where he'd expected to find something of his only to find you gone—the fortunetelling navigator who seduced him with embarrassing ease, crashing into his private dining room and his mind like a parasite. You seemed so settled on that island with your clientele and aversion to piracy Crocodile had no reason to think you wouldn't stay put.

"I thought you were retired," Crocodile said.

He loomed over you where you sat in a semicircular booth at a tavern, and your seatmate, a woman with a star on her forehead, cowered in fear. You looked up at him coolly.

"Sir," you said, respectful as you sighed and whimpered it that night. "How have you been?"

He addressed the gaggle of women generally, and their reactions varied from hostility to amusement. "I'm here to collect my navigator."

"Your navigator?" Crocodile recognized the dark-haired woman at the bar as one of the Whitebeard Pirates. She idly swished the cocktail in her hand.

"Yes," Crocodile hissed.

"…Did I say that?"

You blinked up at him, genuine confusion in your brow.

"Yes," he repeated, less confident.

To his bewilderment, you tapped his hook, which rested on the table as boxed you in with his large frame. "Let's talk somewhere else."

And you shimmied out from under him like he didn't intimidate you in the slightest, beckoning him to follow you to a more deserted part of the tavern. Apparently, the Starbound Pirates' collective allure did little to undercut their notoriety—or rather, their raucousness—so most customers made themselves scarce. You leaned against a wall, cradling your drink in your hand and looking at him so innocently he was afraid he'd believe whatever excuse you had.

"You look good," you said, and Crocodile barked a laugh.

"I don't. Because of you."

He knew it. His skin had a gray pallor it hadn't had since Impel Down, and he needed to wash his hair, pomade grimy on his scalp but neglected from his mad tracking, more flight via sand than leisurely sailing since he saw you in the background of a photograph in a news story about your crew.

You bit your lip. His mouth went dry watching your pretty white teeth sink into what he knew was pillow soft skin, how small as you were you could only smatter his chest with sweet little kisses when you sat in his lap and goaded him to—

"I need to confess something," you said.

Crocodile didn't trust himself to speak.

"I… don't totally remember what happened that night." To your credit, you looked embarrassed. "I don't usually go for wine."

He closed his eyes. "What do you remember."

"Uh. You let me eat half your risotto like I was a stray animal."

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Which I appreciated! I couldn't have drunk that much without it. But…" You shifted your weight between your feet, in tall, heeled boots that didn't make a lick of difference. "Mostly, it's just: we went left the restaurant for your hotel, and you were gone in the morning."

"I left a note."

"Oh," you said sarcastically, "you left a note."

"I made my intentions clear."

"A note with no contact information! Not that I thought I had any reason to see you again because, as established, whatever we discussed escapes me."

"What we discussed," Crocodile repeated. "And the sex? Was it that… unremarkable?"

You set your drink down—a whiskey ginger, by the smell— and crossed your arms. "You either overestimate yourself or underestimate my alcohol tolerance."

"You didn't seem drunk to me."

Sure, your breath was wine-sweet and your eyes very shiny and your smile very broad, but he didn't exactly have a basis for comparison.

"It ached for a couple days," you said like it was clinical information, but your normally daring eyes dropped a little. "…Which I like."

Crocodile's lip curled. "Oh?"

You seemed to shake yourself out of it. "But if we discussed piracy, I can't imagine I said I'd go anywhere."

That was the thing; you hadn't. You told him about your previous crew, and you talked around your last captain, from your childhood in the North Blue, but landed on an uncertain note. "It'd have to be the right ship." Crocodile took that to mean you thought of Hawkins' as the right ship, which wasn't coming back. You were too obviously weary and resigned, and far too intriguing for Crocodile to risk saying something flippant as half that generation will die in Paradise, because you knew. Intimately. You let him in on your secret that you were no clairvoyant. "It's only ever re-telling the present," you'd said, with such lucidity how would he ever think you were drunk? "Paying attention to people and circumstances."

So Crocodile thought the only way to lure from your melancholy, your preemptive mourning of some twerp from the Worst Generation, was to seduce you right back.

"And the Wind Witch? I assume that's your captain." The cogs turned in the back of his mind all through this. What was that Whitebeard woman's name? He'd seen her at Marineford…

"I think you should recruit subordinates when they're sober," you said seriously, like you were counseling him.

Crocodile had to laugh. "Is that what she did?"

"And she's not my captain. Well, not this week."

"…Excuse me?"

You looked at your watch, a silver thing with worn leather straps, and he thought he ought to replace it. "In about four minutes it'll be Mimi."

"Who?"

You jerked your chin the direction of your crew, and about a dozen pairs of eyes stared at the pair of you, some of them waving ironically. One of the few who didn't was the woman with a star on her forehead, staring at her own watch while another with brilliant red hair seemed to reassure her with a big grin on her face.

"I'll let her know you don't want any trouble," you said.

Crocodile looked back at you, brow arched. "Don't I?"

"Not if you want me to kiss you goodnight."

He was glad his cravat covered the color he thought must be crawling up his neck. Your smile faltered, a bit of uncertainty wrought by his hesitation, and he growled. "Come here."

[buggyluv]

One Piece Characters who are OBSESSED with eating you out. ♡

cw: fem!reader, smut

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“Sit on my face, none of that hovering bullshit.” type of people who'll lay down and take what you give them. If you're gonna sit on their face, you better commit to that shit and ride their face. They'll keep a strong grip on your ass to guide you on their tongue.

- Zoro, Reiju, Smoker

Don't wear a skirt or little dress around them unless you want them to bend you over the nearest surface and eat it from the back. They'll spread your cheeks, tongue fucking your cunt then licking up to give your other hole some love too. They love the way your legs shake and you struggle to keep your balance as you cum but it's OK because they've got you and they're not letting go any time soon.

- Ace (heavy on him 🤤), Robin, Crocodile

First thing in the morning they're making sure you stay in bed with them just a little longer so that they can kiss their way down your body and lick at your pretty pussy. They know exactly where to lick and where to suck to rile you up in minutes. Plus, you're so sensitive in the morning that it doesn't take long to make you cum. They suck love bites into your thighs to leave reminders of your intimate morning all day.

- Shanks, Law, Tashigi

They're messy about eating your pussy; spitting on it, making you cum multiple times and cleaning it up with their tongue, even licking their own cum from your sensitive used pussy. They make you cum until their mouth, cheeks and chin are covered in your juices. They're not not satisfied unless they've made a mess of you and the bedsheets beneath you.

- Sanji, Nami, Ace

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thank you for reading and enjoying! reblogs/comments are very greatly appreciated

[starlaru]

How it feels when you're trying to find a fanfiction to read of a character but 90% of it is just pure smut or NSFW content

[curlysswirlywirly]

SLEEPING HCS

୨ৎ MONKEY D. LUFFY crashes into you every night with the force of a boy who doesn’t care about consequences. your hips are where his face ends up half the time. your breasts, the rest. he sprawls over your body until he’s half-melted into the mattress, whispering the dumbest things with the most serious tone. your skin is always touched, his fingers twitching in sleep, palm splayed over the swell of your ass or curved around your ankle. you never sleep cold.

୨ৎ RORONOA ZORO never means to fall asleep on top of you, but it happens more often than it should. you’ll be beneath him still half-dressed and catching your breath, then he’s out cold, cheek against your chest, one arm heavy across your waist. he’s so heavy but sosososo warm too. when you move, his grip tightens instinctively. a knee slides between your thighs. if you wake up with your thighs sore or neck kissed raw just know that it’s all his fault and he won’t ever apologize. he sleeps with his back warm against your chest if you climb on top of him and make it happen. if your hand trails lower, he groans through his nose and tilts his hips into your palm without ever opening his eyes.

୨ৎ VINSMOKE SANJI kisses you until he falls asleep. your shoulder, your cheek, your mouth, the inside of your thigh whatever he reaches first. you lose count after twenty. he holds you close enough to feel the shape of his morning hard-on pressed between your ass cheeks before dawn’s even threatened the horizon. he breathes heavily against your neck, his thick dark lashes twitching against his collarbones, his lips brushing skin with every exhale. if you wear anything to bed he will take offense. muttering about your cruelty. eventually begs for just a little taste. the man moans in his sleep. he dreams with your nipple between his fingers, your hand on his zipper. he always wakes before you and gets hard all over again from the sight.

୨ৎ PORTGAS D. ACE humps your ass in his sleep. you swear you aren’t making it up. he wraps himself around you, dick half-hard against your back, mouth open against your shoulder, and if you shift even a little, he’s grinding. slow, mindless. sometimes groaning. your name drawn out like he’s still halfway in a dream. he drools. he kisses your spine. he slides his hand under your shirt and forgets to take it out before he passes out entirely. he never means to be this handsy. it’s just what happens. he falls asleep mid-cuddle and wakes up naked, legs tangled with yours, your inner thighs slick and sticky. sometimes he wakes up already inside you. sometimes, he asks if he can fall asleep that way on purpose.

୨ৎ FLAME EMPEROR SABO tries his best to be polite. he starts on his side of the bed, keeps his hands to himself. but you wiggle your hips once and suddenly he’s hard. he whispers sweet nothings against your neck. filthy nothings. nothings that make you press back into his chest and let him rut against your ass until his hips stutter and your sheets need changing. when he finally falls asleep, it’s on your chest. face nuzzled into the softest part of you, arms lazily cradling your waist, cock still twitching. you fall asleep with his cum still dripping out of you more often than you should.

୨ৎ TRAFALGAR D. WATER LAW pretends you’re the problem. he’ll make a sarcastic remark when you climb into his lap, but he’s already half-hard from the idea of you falling asleep with your tits pressed against his chest and your mouth buried in his collarbone. he sleeps cold until you touch him. then he’s flushed. he pretends not to notice when your breathing changes. when your thighs clench. when your hand starts sliding down your own belly. his fingers replace yours before you even finish. he’ll push two inside and tell you to keep quiet so he can sleep. he won’t sleep until you’ve come on his hand and whined his name twice. maybe three times. then he sleeps just fine.

୨ৎ EUSTASS KID passes out after sex, always. he’ll come so hard he blacks out on top of you, panting into your neck, hand still fisting your hair. when he sleeps, he holds you tighter than he did when he was making love to you. he presses your spine to his chest, mutters about how good you felt. how he wants more. he sleeps rough. he will kicks, spread out and sweat but he never lets you go. if you wake him up with your hand between his thighs, he groans into your hair and lets you do whatever you want, cock already hard before his eyes even open. he always returns the favor. even if he has to flip you over with one arm and rut between your thighs in the dark.

୨ৎ SHANKS falls asleep with your breast in his mouth. your nipple sore by morning. he kisses you slow until you moan and then groans into your mouth like you’re the best thing he’s tasted in years. he fingers you lazily under the sheets. presses your knees open with his thigh and lets you rock against his palm until you come. then he wipes his fingers on your thigh and kisses your shoulder goodnight. shanks sleeps with you on top of him. face pressed into your cleavage. hand on your ass. in the morning, he’s ready to go again before you’ve even opened your eyes.

୨ৎ CROCODILE never intends to sleep with you draped over him, but your body ends up there anyway. he touches you lazily while you settle. fingers brushing your breast. knuckles teasing your lips. his hook nowhere near the bed. his cock, however, is nestled between your thighs with purpose. he doesn’t do you every night, but he makes sure you go to bed wet. if you fall asleep before him, he whispers filth into your ear until you whimper and roll into him. if you beg, he ignores it. if you don’t, he rewards you. he won’t admit to caring how tightly you hold onto him, but he never leaves first.

୨ৎ DONQUIXOTE DOFLAMINGO’s body stays wound tight long after he’s come. his hands roam even in sleep. thumb rubbing lazy circles over your nipple until it stiffens again. he sleeps in silk or nothing. prefers you naked, demands it, really. he tangles you in his limbs and doesn’t let go, even when you shift. when he eventually finally falls asleep, he’s a mess of heat and sweat and flushed skin, nose buried in your hair, one hand between your legs, still pressing you open in his dreams.

[inquisitor-runa]

Who fell first and who fell harder - One Piece edition

Zoro: He fell first and harder

Law: You fell first, he fell harder

Kid: He fell first and harder

Luffy: You fell first and harder

Ace: He fell first and harder

Shanks: You fell first, he fell harder

Crocodile: You fell first and harder

Mihawk: You fell first and harder

Buggy: He fell first and harder

Sanji: He fell first and harder

Sabo: He fell first, you fell harder

Marco: You fell first, he fell harder

Doflamingo: You fell first and harder

Rob Lucci: You fell first and harder

Corazon: He fell first and harder (literally and figuratively)

[luxthestrange]

OP Memes#4

Back when the Ex-Secretary worked with Croco they certainly kept him in line when he got on your nerves...he started to like it-

[thetrasha]

hi tasha, could you tell me a quick headcannon of big spoon/small spoon with strawhats+dilfs?

you can explain how little or how much you'd like

Sure thing, anon! I wasn't sure what to do about the "dilf" part of the request because... I don't know LOL So I chose the characters I thought you were talking about (✿◠‿◠) Hope that's okay with you!! I also added some other fun headcanons yay~

Cuddle Me Crazy

feat. LUFFY, ZORO, USOPP, SANJI, FRANKY, BROOK, JINBE, SHANKS, MIHAWK, CROCODILE, DOFLAMINGO

LUFFY

He doesn’t have a preference!

Luffy truly doesn’t mind either way. He is just happy to be close to you and feel your touch. It’s totally up to you – he’s versatile! Whether you like to be held and have his rubber arms trap you against him, feeling so safe and so seen like the precious partner you are… or whether you’d love to hold him and bury your face into his back, he doesn’t care one bit.

With him, his preferences also change on a day-to-day basis. He needs something fresh every once in a while, which means that he’ll beg to be held by you after being the big spoon for some time.

His favourite moment:

He just loves to hug you whenever he can. He’s big on PDA and doesn’t mind being seen. The loudness of your love speaks volumes of his pride in having you as his partner. It’s not to show off to others, it’s to be who you are without restraints.

You two were meant to be together and he’s unapologetic in his display of that. You’d feel those rubber arms snap around you before you’d even hear his signature laughter.

It’s so, so refreshing

For Luffy, it’s all about: FREEDOM

ZORO

He prefers to be… the BIG SPOON.

Zoro is a born protector who wants you to feel safe in his arms. He wants you to relax against his frame, head firmly tucked beneath his as you wind down and find peace in your nightly rest.

He is proud of the fact that you rely on him to keep you safe throughout the night and he will always fall asleep with that thought in mind. You chose him to be yours and he will honour your faith in him for all eternity.

His favourite moment:

Him dozing off on your shoulder while you’re both watching the night sky dip the entire ocean into pitch-black darkness. You are always sitting next to each other when you’re on guard duty and while the early hours are spent chatting and stealing kisses under the soft colours of the sunset, but you would soon feel his head fall onto your shoulder.

These moments of vulnerability are rare of Zoro and he treasures the fact that he can trust you with his delicate feelings. He knows you’d protect him from harm, too. So, as is his duty, once you grow drowsy, he wakes up to keep watch over the Sunny… and most importantly you.

For Zoro, it’s all about: PROTECTION

USOPP

He prefers to be… the LITTLE SPOON.

Of course, he’s always willing to be the best boyfriend there is and switch positions with you, holding you in his arms until you’re falling asleep – the Great Usopp tends to your needs!

…But he just prefers to be the little spoon. It’s a deeply comforting position for him and makes him feel all kinds of fuzzy inside. There’s this wobbly grin on his lips that he cannot hide… he loved knowing that he’s loved. It’s hard for him to accept it sometimes, surrounded by so many people who, in his eyes, could be so much better for you, but you’re loyal to him.

His favourite moment:

He adores hugs from behind – giving and receiving! The most memorable moments are when he’s engrossed in one of his projects and you surprise him by wrapping your arms around his waist from behind.

The first time it happened, Usopp got scared and knocked over an entire bucket of screws, but as it became a habit, he relaxed considerably… and almost started expecting you to pay him a visit.

Every time, without fail, your face is buried in-between his strong shoulder blades, he blushes. His face is hot to the touch and he nervously shifts his weight around, praying to God that you won’t notice.

For Usopp, it’s all about: AFFECTION

SANJI

He prefers to be… the LITTLE SPOON

He would also switch without complaint if that’s what you want, but being the little spoon is just so… different. He feels your hand resting on his stomach while your legs are all tangled up in his. It’s so raw and real – and it makes him want to cry.

Sanji’s constantly trying to receive affection from others by freely handing out favours, but you’re the only one who doesn’t have to take to give something in return. You just gave him your love and expected nothing in return… it’s breathtaking.

He feels so cared for in your arms and forgets all of his demons.

You protect his heart, even if he insists that he doesn’t need it. Yeah, maybe… but you read him well enough to know that he wants it more than anything else.

His favourite moment:

You’re fishing together at dusk, you’re wearing one of his suit jackets and he has an arm wrapped around your shoulder. Your head is ever so slightly tilted towards him and you’re both holding onto the same fishing rod. He’s so engrossed in your stories that he doesn’t even notices when a fish takes the bait and bites, so you’re now always doing it together as a proper team.

Plus, it’s an effortlessly domestic moment for him. You’re so close to him, almost snuggling into his side, you smell like him… all the while you’re listening to how he would cure this big bass to prepare it at a later point in time.

For Sanji, it’s all about: VULNERABILITY

FRANKY

He doesn’t have a preference!

For logistical reasons, it’s just highly likely that actual sleep will only find the two of you when he’s the big spoon or just lying flat on his back while you’re curled up under his arm, but he doesn’t mind what happens when you’re both just lounging about.

No matter how you prefer to express your love, he’s totally down to experiencing it with you. Whether it’s as subtle as your pinkies touching each other at night or as silly as having you swing one of your legs around him when you’re trying to be the big soon… it literally does not matter.

He just smiles at all of it, freely loving you without a care in the world.

His favourite moment:

You literally lying on top of him out on the main deck, playing a game of I spy. Most days at sea are actually quite boring and not stimulating enough even though you’re aboard such a sophisticated ship with all kinds of luxuries. So… he treasures those little moments that show just how easygoing your relationship really is.

Your elbows are firmly pressed against his chest while you’re smiling down at him, knowing that he’ll pick a super cool visual for you to guess correctly. Even when you’re stretching your limbs, you cannot quite reach around him, but that doesn’t matter. His massive shoulder would shake because of his hefty laughter as he softly pats your head.

For Franky, it’s all about: FUN

BROOK

He prefers to be… the BIG SPOON.

He is extremely tall and extremely thin because he’s just bones so… there isn’t much to be held, to be honest – he doesn’t mind being the little spoon if you insist, but it’s not something he’d seek out. Instead, he derives all of his happiness from touching you.

As stupid as it sounds, cuddling is something he’s been dreaming about. It’s so pure and kind… much different from his time spent haunting the sea all by himself. Now that you’re willingly touching him, he’s already over the moon… but the fact that you want him to touch you, too – wow. He needs a moment to process it.

It puts him at ease to know that you love him so dearly. Brook easily believes that you’re his one and only soulmate.

You don’t need to talk to know that your hearts beat as though they’re one.

His favourite moment:

Every morning, he wakes up next to you and cannot believe that you’re actually real. It grounds him and he carefully watches your sleeping expression with a sweet smile. You’ve shifted in your sleep, which means you’re facing him now.

And Brook realises that one of your hands gently hold onto his shoulder or his ribs or his upper arm – whatever you feel like, you want him by your side in your sleep.

You see him for the man he is… and he suddenly sniffles, grateful that you’re still sound asleep.

For Brook, it’s all about: VULNERABILITY

JINBE

He prefers to… have you tucked into his side.

He truly didn’t know how he was supposed to bring it up – he’d love to cuddle with you, but he is also a whale shark fishman. He might have been very agile and flexible out on the battlefield yet the same couldn’t be said for his sleeping positions. It was flat on his back or on his stomach – that’s it. Jinbe’s a very self-assured man who isn’t swayed by insecurities, but he knows that intimacy is a vital part of a healthy relationship.

So imagine his surprise when he took a nap on the Sunny after a particularly brutal battle and found you curled right into him. You were holding onto his arm, turned away from him. Your back still brushed against his ribs, making his breath hitch.

It’s honestly all he’s ever wanted from you… and he incorporates it into your routine immediately.

His favourite moment:

Swimming with you. He’s a lot faster than you, which means you have to hold onto him to keep up. And as you’re laughing at the waves splashing into your face while he zooms around without paying anything else any mind for once, he smiles.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, your wet hair brushing against his own – and you’re so, so happy. To him, you were always the epitome of joy, but to know that he’s wanted like that… incredible.

For Jinbe, it’s all about: STABILITY

SHANKS

He doesn’t have a preference!

Shanks is naturally curious – that includes the fact that he wants to explore your likes and dislikes, too. He couldn’t personally care less about being the big or small spoon; he’s fine with either role since he’s unbelievably comfortable with himself.

He likes holding you and shielding you from the nightly sea breeze just as much as he likes being held by you, light puffs of air hitting the back of his neck rhythmically. It makes him all… tingly. He really, really adores you.

When the weight of the world rests upon him, however, he just wants to hold you. The sadness in his eyes would break you – and he doesn’t want to add to your own burdens, even if he knows that you’ll find out eventually.

His favourite moment:

He just loves to come up to you and spin you around when you least expect it – always diving in for a kiss on the lips, cheeks and hand. You’d always huff and puff at the Captain, telling him that you’re busy with your chores – the very same he gave you – but that sweet smile on your lips told him all he needed to know.

He’s so playful and unserious, cherishing the fact that you see him as no more than the man he was. You didn’t see the legendary myth that was Shanks, you saw your partner – the goofiest man alive.

For Shanks, it’s all about: CURIOSITY

MIHAWK

He prefers to be… the BIG SPOON.

He wants to take care of you and show that it’s a great matter of pride for him to be able to tend to your needs. That includes, of course, feeling safe and sound in your shared space. Mihawk may be quite curt, but he isn’t cold at all. You noticed as much as soon as you picked up on the subtleties.

In the privacy of your chambers, he can be surprisingly romantic. Whether he’s waiting for you with a fresh bouquet or thanking you for your hard work with a hug, he’s got something waiting for you everyday.

And spooning is just part of the deal. His eyes stare you down when you’re not falling into him, letting him reward the both of you for another successful day.

His favourite moment:

Once in a blue moon, he requests to wash your hair for you. Mihawk desires to show his love though actions and he is well aware that you took as much care of yourself as you possibly could. So, when times get rough and you feel like life itself was weighing you down, he’d take care of you by making sure that most basic form of dignity – feeling comfortable in your own skin – isn’t something you have to worry about.

And you always look at him like you’ve fallen in love with him all over again. He cannot express himself that well, so all you’re getting is a short nod and a blanks stare, but you know that he’s proud of you, no matter what.

For Mihawk, it’s all about: INTIMACY

CROCODILE

He prefers to be… the BIG SPOON.

To him, it’s an expression of masculinity and power. He wants to be your provider and your protector in every way possible. It goes without saying that he’s there for you when you’re at your most vulnerable – falling unconscious. Crocodile may very well go back to work afterwards, your sleep schedules not aligning with one another one bit, but he wouldn’t dare to make it seem like he’s an inadequate partner.

He’s always watching you when he’s lying down next to you, his hand softly touching your hair before it teases your spine, eager to get a reaction out of you. All you’re getting in return is a light pinch at your hip, making you squirm under his touch.

Wildcard: He’s the only one of this entire list who would vehemently refuse to be the little spoon.

His favourite moment:

Whenever you’re sitting together, he loves to place a hand on your thigh. Not only does it signal to everybody else that you’re taken, but it’s also a subtle message to you – he wants you to know that he’s there for you, even – or especially – for difficult conversation that involve his… schemes.

You look and feel so small under his touch; he always smirks at the fire in your eyes… everybody understands that the only man you’ll ever listen to is Crocodile.

For Crocodile, it’s all about: DOMINANCE

DOFLAMINGO

…It’s complicated!

Like most people would correctly assume, in the beginning he’s nothing but the big spoon. There’s this effortless control it gives him, he can move you however he pleases and touch you in whatever way he desires. He’s isn’t quite clingy, but definitely touchy. There’s always a cheeky hand running down your curves while his other hand is hidden in your hair, curling one of your strands around his long digit playfully

Doflamingo… talks a lot. A lot, a lot. There’s a barrage of pet names coming your way whenever you’re laying down and he isn’t shying away from obsessively telling you that you’ve proven him right to trust you once again.

As time progresses, however, he would likely… reflect on his own behaviour and start viewing being the little spoon as receiving some sort of body worship… and that makes him feel conflicted, to be honest. He thinks he wants that from you because he believes he’s sacred, but he also… doesn’t want to hand any power over to you.

His favourite moment:

When he steals you away from prying eyes, sensing that you’re getting uncomfortable – but instead of shying away from him in your rare moment of weakness, you lean in with a powerful stare and run your hands up and down his chest, finally coming to a halt over his heartbeat.

He will never tell you, but he was so right to choose you. You can’t see his eyes beneath his shades, but they’re burning with passion.

For Doflamingo, it’s all about: POSSESSIVENESS

[sunandflame]

hi hiii !!! i finally thought of a scenario (if requests are still open if not then pls ignore :,)) crocodile with wife!reader but she's like the complete opposite of him like super bubbly n sweet. it could be something silly like crocodile reprimanding buggy and she drops by during the cross guild meeting like "hiii you forgot your lunch 😊" in front of everyone LOL (bonus if everyone had no idea he had a wife in the first place)

The Bento Incident

The Cross Guild meeting was already a disaster—until an unexpected visitor walked in and made it infinitely worse… or better, depending on who you ask.

Warnings: humor, domestic fluff, secret wife reveal, Buggy suffering, Mihawk reacting, Daz is lowkey the softest

Word Count: 618

Pairing: Sir Crocodile x Wife!Reader

crossposted on AO3

The Cross Guild meeting was in full swing—and so was Crocodile’s rage.

Buggy was sweating through his face paint. Mihawk looked like he regretted breathing the same air as everyone. And Daz Bones was staring at the ceiling like he was manifesting early retirement.

“I said,” Crocodile growled, cigar clenched between his teeth, “we told the broker in Baltigo to keep the damn schedule. Why are we just now hearing he flipped sides?”

Buggy laughed nervously. “Haha! Funny story—turns out he didn’t like being paid in IOUs and circus coupons!”

Mihawk gave Buggy a sideways glance. “You’re insufferable.”

“Oh come on, I was just trying to save gold!”

“You’re going to save yourself a head, if you’re lucky,” Crocodile snarled.

He stood up from the table so suddenly that Buggy flinched and dropped a whole stack of maps. “I should’ve gutted you when I had the chance. You are singlehandedly compromising every shipment from—”

The doors slammed open with the force of a cannonball.

“Hiiiii~!”

The mood in the room crashed.

You stepped in, beaming, completely oblivious to the war-crime levels of tension in the air. You held up a very sweet-looking bento box, wrapped in sunny yellow fabric. “Sorry to interrupt! You forgot your lunch again, baby!”

Dead. Silence.

You walked straight up to Crocodile—Crocodile, ex-warlord, sand demon, desert king, literal human embodiment of “don’t talk to me”—and stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the lips. Right there. In front of the Cross Guild.

Buggy choked on his own tongue. Mihawk blinked twice—an earthquake by his standards. Daz Bones just straight-up dropped his arm, which had been half-turned into a blade.

“I made the cumin rice you like!” you said, gently placing the lunch box into your terrifying husband’s hands. “And the spicy lamb. And your favorite pickles! Oh, and I put a note in, don’t forget to read it!”

Crocodile stared at you.

Stared at the box.

Stared back at you.

“…You barged into my war meeting.”

You just giggled and smoothed out his coat. “You always get cranky when you don’t eat.”

Another stunned pause. Mihawk leaned back slightly in his seat, clearly processing the fact that the deadliest man at the table had just received a forehead kiss with lunch.

Buggy was the first to break.

“YOU HAVE A WIFE?!”

Crocodile didn’t dignify him with a response. He was too busy opening the box.

“She kissed him on the mouth,” Buggy squeaked. “Like it was normal!”

Daz Bones tilted his head slowly. “She seems… nice.”

“She’s sunlight in human form,” Buggy hissed. “He shouldn’t be allowed near her! He’ll sandstorm her or something!”

Crocodile finally looked up. “She’s my wife, Buggy.”

“You never said you had a wife!”

“You never asked.”

Mihawk leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing.

“…Are those tiny carrot hearts?”

Everyone paused.

Crocodile glanced down. Sure enough—nestled in the corner of the rice box were five delicately cut carrots, each in the shape of a tiny heart.

There was a beat of silence.

“I love carrot hearts,” Daz Bones said flatly.

Buggy was spiraling. “What the hell is happening. I thought he lived in a sand pit like a lizard—he has a domestic life?! He gets little notes with his lunch!?”

Crocodile calmly lifted the bento, took a bite of the rice, and chewed with the kind of deadly serenity only he could pull off.

“I swear to god,” Buggy muttered, “if there’s a dessert in there I’m gonna explode.”

You popped your head back through the door.

“Oh! And don’t forget your little mochi, I put it in the side pouch!”

Buggy screamed.

Crocodile, smug now, didn’t look up.

He was already going for the mochi.

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(short reacts) | "you wake up in his arms" + one piece men

summary: you wake up, blinking at soft light, cozy warmth, and realize—you never made it back to your own bed last night.

characters: crocodile, mihawk, marco, ace, shanks, law, corazon

CROCODILE

You stir slowly.

His coat is still around you. His real arm is wrapped tight across your waist.

He’s awake. Barely.

“...You stayed?” you whisper.

“You fell asleep on me. I didn’t exactly have a choice.”

But he doesn’t move.

He just pulls you closer.

“Next time, don’t wait until midnight to come find me.”

You smile against his chest.

“Next time, will you still carry me back to bed?”

“Back to my bed? Every time.”

MIHAWK

You wake up with your face in the crook of his neck.

His arm is around your waist. His other hand interlaces his fingers with yours.

He opens his eyes slowly. Meets yours.

“You drooled on my collar.”

You flinch.

He doesn’t move.

Just reaches up and brushes your hair back with unbearable softness.

“You said goodnight, then stole my bed.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

He leans forward.

Kisses your forehead.

“Do it again tonight.”

MARCO

You wake up with your head on his chest.

He’s already awake, playing with your hair.

“You’re up.”

You nod. Smile against him.

“You’re comfy.”

“You’re dangerous.”

“Why?”

He laughs.

“Cause now I never wanna wake up without you right here, yoi.”

You nuzzle in closer.

He kisses the top of your head.

“G’mornin’, little songbird.”

And you think:

Maybe this is home.

ACE

You open your eyes.

He’s snoring softly. Drooling a little. Face pressed to your hair.

Then, you gasp—

“Mmnnngh… wait—Ace, you’re still here?!”

He jolts upright. Stares at you. Realizes you’re real.

“Wait, what?! Y-You fell asleep with me?!”

“You carried me last night, dummy.”

“Oh... yeah, that's right. I, uh, didn't have the key to your room so, just, uh, brought you to mine.”

You giggle, raise a brow.

“My door was unlocked.”

He blushes like a cherry and hides under the blanket.

“Go back to sleep,” he mumbles. “It's still early.”

“Heh. Okay.”

“...But also, uh, you should sleep here from now on.”

SHANKS

You wake up nose-to-nose with him after a party.

He’s smiling.

Eyes open.

One arm lazily wrapped around your waist.

“Hey there, trouble.”

“...Did I fall asleep on you?”

“You think I was gonna let you go regardless?”

You snort.

He leans in. Kisses your cheek and pulls you closer.

“Next time, just crawl in here with me directly. Save me the emotional damage.”

“So you did want me in your bed?”

“I always have.”

LAW

You’re in his lap.

He’s leaned back in the chair, blanket over both of you.

You wake up first.

Start to move.

“Don’t.”

You blink. Look up.

He’s awake, but his eyes are shut. His arms tighten.

“If you move, I’ll remember this was a dream.”

“It’s not?”

“Good.”

Then, very quietly:

“...I could get used to this.”

You smile. Rest your head against his.

“Me too.”

CORAZON

You wake up tucked under his coat, held against his chest like a teddy bear.

He’s asleep.

Holding your hand. Lips against your hair.

Your breath catches.

You shift slightly—

He stirs. Looks down.

Smiles.

And signs:

“Good morning, my heart.”

You lean up.

“Good morning, Rosinante.”

He kisses your lips.

You’re gone forever.

[kaivenom]

More a sweet one!!

Op dilfs with a user who’s gained a little relationship weight! They may not have had an easy life which left not much time for proper self care or just not had the best relationship with food but now they’re relatively settled down (because life with them is never calm) and so they’ve got a little chub because their man makes them feel like they just can be safe like this , how would the op dilfs react if the user was feeling insecure they couldn’t really for into their old jeans or shirt like how they used too?

Please and thanks!

OP Dilfs with a partner that gained weight

Characters: Doflamingo, Mihawk, Crocodile, Smoker, Shanks

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I don't really think that they would care about that, but if you've had problems with food or selfcare before and they discover, be sure that they will do everything on their hand to make you eat or at least feel comfortable while doing it.

Mihawk, Crocodile and Smoker would fill your plate for you. They would put the exact amount they discovered that works for you. When they see you eating all the plate and even asking for a second round, they feel realized, they did their work.

Shanks and Doflamingo on the other hand let you serve you your plate but also complain when you don't do it correctly or when you start saying you are full. Sometimes it is annoying to you but you became fond of his attitude and even be grateful that he cared.

Then you realized that you enjoyed being with them so much that you started gaining weight, due to eating more and to less anxiety, and that felt great.

You also started to feel a little self conscious about your new figure. Doflamingo may make fun of you cause it is fun for him to mess up with you but later he apologizes and hugs you tight. The rest of them don't make any comment, they just hug you a little more, kiss you a little longer and look at you more intensely.

Especially Mihawk and Shanks tend to put their hands on your tummy or thights and caress your skin.

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You're a fool (C.)

Synopsis: On the brink of snapping at your boss after he’s been working you to the bone, you find out why he was doing it. Tags/Warnings: Crocodile/GN!Reader, no y/n used, assistant!Reader, surprise, Crocodile can’t use his words, implied smut, kisses, stupid miscommunication gets resolved, Word Count: 2055 Notes: A special birthday gift for my dear friend @discordantwritings, I hope you enjoy this dear

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You were, of course, grateful for your job. Crocodile wasn’t the worst boss you’d had, somehow, and it paid relatively well. If you wanted for something, you were usually able to get it, even if you had to save for a paycheck or two. It was a pleasant life to lead. Especially since not only was Crocodile vaguely fond of you, you were sleeping with him, and he was damn good in bed. So, generally, you’d say your life was almost cushy.

But this week, oh this week had been nothing short of infuriating.

You were no stranger to hard work, and you didn’t begrudge it usually. Crocodile was building something important, and if you were asked to help shoulder that burden for him, well consider you honoured. But this week he has been pushing you just a little too far.

Every time you got back from an errand, there was another to run, he could never just give you a full list in the first place. After the end of your work you’d finally get home, only to get another call on the den den with a new task. You were at the point of not getting enough sleep, because you’d started startling yourself awake, expecting a call with a new demand. It was driving you insane.

Today, it ended.

Today, you were going to go into his office and demand a day of rest, because your standard of work was actively suffering because of your frustration and tiredness. While he hated being short-staffed, he hated low quality work more, and you’d use that to leverage yourself a day off.

Last night he hadn’t called at all after the end of your shift, he’d needed nothing, just worked you to the bone during the day itself, which was still awful but better than it had been. You bathed and dressed for the day in peace, steeling yourself for a small confrontation. Sleeping with him or not, the man was damn intimidating, and you didn’t doubt that he would still kill you if ever the mood struck him. You were pleased, but not complacent.

When you arrived at his office, you didn’t knock, you just walked in. There, in his chair, you found him looking just as exhausted as you felt.

“Sir?” You asked, and for the first time in your working relationship you watched him jump. That startled you in turn, though that didn’t show externally.

“You didn’t knock.” He observed, sounding displeased. You took a deep breath to prepare for your demand.

“I didn’t. I wanted to ask you something, and I wanted to do it immediately.”

“I’m afraid it’ll have to wait. There’s something I need to show you.” And just like that, all your fight fled your body, and you crumbled in the face of his demand. You’d ask after, it might be important after all.

You trailed behind Crocodile as he strode through halls and doors, until he led you into a small, slightly dusty room. He lit a candle to light the space, and you finally squeezed in to take a look. The room was small, and in the centre of it was a desk with not a speck of dust on it, and on top of that was three boxes.

“Choose which to open.” Came Crocodile’s low voice behind you, a rumble you recognised from nights of ecstasy. Yeah. This was fine by you. You stepped forward and ran your fingers over each box, all different sizes and wrapped in different paper. You chose the smallest box first, and unwrapped it slowly, wanting to preserve the paper. Inside, was a bracelet. You’d admired it once in passing, while sitting with Crocodile at an event, and apparently he’d remembered. But this was slightly different, with the centre charm replaced with one of a Crocodile. Your stomach flip flopped emotionally, and it took a few moments for you to be able to speak without the emotions you were feeling leaking out.

“Thank you, sir. This is beautiful.” You said, and then held your wrist and the bracelet out to him, so that he could put it on you. He did so carefully, and with predatory eyes on your body and large hands touching you, a fire lit inside you.

“Choose a second.” He then said, which surprised you, but you knew better than to question him. You chose the second largest box next, and inside found a pair of shoes. They were lovely, exactly the sort of thing that you’d expect Crocodile to buy for you. The sort of thing he liked to see you in. But, there was one issue.

“I don’t have anything that matches these.” You said softly, glancing up at Crocodile. While outright criticism was ill advised, he did appreciate carefully worded feedback.

“Open the final box.” He replied, and inside you found the perfect outfit to match the shoes. It was elegant and green, matching the sort of shade he’d usually wear.

“Thank you, sir. These are lovely. Can I ask why you’ve bought them for me?” You asked, head slightly tilted with confusion.

“There is an event tonight, a celebration, and I want you to accompany me.” An event was kind of the last thing you wanted to do, but you weren’t sure you had the heart to deny him when he’d gone to the trouble of presenting you with gifts.

“Might I get the day today to rest then, sir? I’ve been working hard lately and I admit I’m behind on my sleep.” You figured no time like the present.

“How about you let me ravish you first, and then we both know you’ll rest well before tonight?” He suggested, face breaking out into a smirk that you knew meant trouble, and had you dripping already.

“Happily, sir.”

As he often was, Crocodile was quite right. Rather than going all the way home, he ravished you in his bed, then let you rest there, and you slept like the dead. You felt more rested than you could remember feeling in a very long time. Bless his million thread count sheets and perfect mattress. Which meant, when you woke, you were much less opposed to the idea of accompanying your boss to the event that evening. You showered again in his luxurious en-suite, then dressed in the outfit he’d bought for you, and found that it fit perfectly. Of course it did.

A knock at the door told you that someone had come to collect you, and on the other side you found one of your co-workers.

“Sir Crocodile has sent me to retrieve you for this evening’s event. He’s micromanaging some final touches, so he’ll meet you there.” You were told, and you nodded. Fine by you. It’s not like the two of you were dating, anyway.

When you arrived, Crocodile was waiting at the door for you, looking uncharacteristically unsettled.

“Is everything okay, sir?” You asked, and when his gaze turned on you, you weren’t sure he wasn’t about to take you back up to bed for another round.

“Yes, everything is ready, we’re just waiting for our guest of honour.” He said, offering you his arm. You nodded without thought and took his arm, allowing him to lead you into the room.

It was well decorated, classy, very much a Crocodile managed event. You took a second to take it all in, admiring the decor, and then turned to him.

“Who’s the guest of honour?” You asked. There was a long pause following that where he just stared at you.

“You’re kidding.” He said flatly. You shook your head, confused and growing concerned. Had you forgotten something important. You stepped away from Crocodile to look around the room again, and slowly started piecing together a puzzle. One of the decor colours was your favourite colour, the food looked to be your favourites, and your outfit was brand new, purchased by your boss special for the event.

“It’s my birthday.” You whispered after a moment, and Crocodile’s loud laughter startled you more than any gunshot or explosion ever had. You whipped around to look at him, just so you could take in and hopefully preserve the moment in your memory.

“Did you forget?” He asked, reaching out to take your arm again.

“Yeah. I’ve been so busy I didn’t even think about it.”

“I did it on purpose to keep you distracted, I didn’t realise I’d done such a good job.” He commented, smug but still amused. You rolled your eyes, and pulled him deeper into the room to enjoy the event.

You parted shortly after arriving, with Crocodile going to talk to some guests, while you attacked the buffet. When music began to play, space cleared for a dance floor, and Crocodile took up residence as your dance partner, a mild smile on his face for the entire time. You’d never seen him look quite like that, certainly not at you, and it made your heart do strange things in your chest. You took a break to retreat to the bathroom and calm down. It’s not like that. He’s Crocodile, it will never be like that.

You danced with some other guests when you returned, surprised when you were eventually pulled away, and out of the room to a small balcony.

“Are you trying to drive me insane?” He asked. His voice was husky, dangerous, and one of his large hands gripped your hip just shy of tight enough to bruise.

“What do you mean?” You asked, hardly able to make yourself squeeze out more than a whisper.

“Dancing with strangers, entirely ignoring me, like I haven’t made it abundantly clear to everyone tonight just who you belong to.” A vicious kiss followed, and while it was usually very easy to get lost in his passion, especially when he was so eager, his words kept you firmly grounded in current events.

“I don’t- sir I don’t understand.” You managed to say between kisses, which made Crocodile lean back and out of your space, staring at you intently. You were fairly sure you saw one of his eyes twitch.

“You. You’re wearing my colours, wearing a bracelet with a symbol of me, I’ve worked myself past exhaustion organising you a party for a birthday you’d forgotten.” You listed, and you had no response. You looked away briefly, then back at him.

“Yes?” You said, prompting him to continue.

“I’m in love with a fool.” Crocodile muttered, dragging a large hand over his face. You felt heat travel up your body, even in the cool evening air, up into your face, slowly processing what he’d said.

“I don’t-”

“You’re an idiot.”

“You never said anything!” You yelled in protest, displeased with an insult of your intelligence when he had done nothing before that very day to attempt to make his affections clear. “Those are all things I only found out about today. We then had sex and you didn’t actually clarify anything. You’ve bought me clothes before, we’ve literally been having a workplace fling for months-”

“Fling?” Crocodile asked then, voice incredulous and strangled like you’d never heard it. Today seemed to be a day of firsts.

“Yes! The sleeping together we’ve been doing!”

“I-” He sighed deeply, turning away from you to seemingly calm down.

“I have been courting you. I was not aware you believed this was an arrangement void of feeling, but it does explain some things.” He said after a moment, voice softer, understanding settling in his bones. “Of course, I would understand if you now wanted that arrangement to end, this-”

“What?” You asked quickly, cutting him off entirely. You stepped back into his space and wormed your way into his arms, face thunderous. You took both of his hands in yours, to ensure his attention was on you when you spoke next.

That kiss felt like your first all over again. You supposed it was a first, of sorts, a first kiss to share with true, full understanding.

“How about, this time, you let me make this choice rather than assuming what I want? Yeah?” You asked, and a soft chuckle left him.

“Of course dear. What would you like?” The pet name made your stomach twist up in knots, mouth suddenly dry.

“You. I want you.”

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he was harsh to you

Pairings: Crocodile x Reader, Ace x Reader, Law x Reader, Mihawk x Reader

Word Count: ~1,000 - 2,000 words each

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff

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Crocodile

The tension between you and Crocodile had been building for days. He had been aloof, and his sharp, biting remarks were starting to wear on you. It wasn’t like you couldn’t handle his bluntness—hell, you were used to it by now—but today, it felt different. It felt personal.

You had just come from a successful mission for the Cross Guild, but the celebration was overshadowed by Crocodile’s attitude. You were standing near the map room, reviewing your next move, when he stormed in with that familiar scowl on his face.

“Don’t you have something better to do than stand around wasting time?” Crocodile snapped, his tone cold and dismissive. “I don’t need a babysitter. Get your act together.”

You felt your blood boil at his words. “Excuse me?” you shot back, unable to hide the irritation in your voice. “I’m doing my job just fine, thank you very much. Maybe you should stop trying to belittle everyone around you.”

Crocodile’s eyes narrowed, his gaze sharpening as he stepped closer. “Belittle? I’m trying to get through to you. You’re so damn distracted, it’s pathetic. You’re wasting your potential.”

“Wasting my potential?” You clenched your fists, holding back the sting of his words. “How about you stop trying to micromanage everyone around here? I’m getting things done, but you just don’t want to see it, do you?”

“Getting things done?” Crocodile scoffed, walking over to the table and slamming his hand on the map. “You’re dragging your feet. We’ve got a Guild to build, and you’re too busy pretending everything’s fine. If you think this is going anywhere, you’re living in a fantasy.”

His words stung more than you cared to admit. “I’m not pretending anything. I’m doing exactly what needs to be done. But if you think I’m just here to be your damn soldier, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Crocodile’s eyes flashed with something darker. “Soldier? Don’t flatter yourself. You’re part of the team—if you can manage to act like it. But from what I’m seeing, you’re more of a liability than an asset.”

You felt your chest tighten at his words, the anger bubbling up in your throat. “A liability? I’ve been working harder than anyone on this ship, and you can’t even see it. Maybe it’s easier for you to blame everyone else for your own failures.”

He leaned in, his voice dropping low. “What failure? I’m not the one who’s failing here. It’s you, with all your whining, trying to act like this is a charity. This is a Guild, not a damn playground.”

You could feel the heat rising in your face, but you stood your ground. “You’re impossible. You always think you’re right and that the world revolves around you. Maybe you need to take a long look in the mirror and realize that you’re the one who’s out of line.”

Crocodile didn’t flinch. “I don’t need to explain myself to you. You either get in line or get out of my way.”

That was the breaking point. You took a deep breath, fighting back the urge to lash out. “I’m done with this,” you said, your voice shaking with frustration. Without another word, you turned and stormed out of the room, the slam of the door echoing in your wake.

----

The silence in the ship’s quarters felt suffocating. Crocodile’s harsh words echoed in your mind, replaying over and over, and the weight of the argument was crushing. You hadn’t expected it to escalate like that, but there was no denying it now—you were hurt, and you couldn’t pretend otherwise.

You hadn’t bothered to leave your room, locked in your thoughts, lying on the bed with your back to the door. The sting of Crocodile’s words felt like a constant pressure on your chest. You’d been part of the Cross Guild for so long, fought alongside the others, but why did it feel like Crocodile just saw you as a tool? A tool that he could discard when it suited him.

You hated the feeling of weakness that crept in with the tears you’d been trying to hold back. But when it all became too much, they finally fell. Quietly at first, then in desperate, broken sobs.

You hadn’t realized how much you needed to cry until you did.

Hours passed, and you thought you’d hear the sounds of Crocodile’s usual cold demeanor at your door. But it never came. No knock, no footsteps—nothing.

You sat up from your bed, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. Crocodile might not have said anything more, but his absence was almost worse. It felt like he didn’t care enough to even check if you were okay.

----

The next day, things were still quiet between you and Crocodile. He wasn’t avoiding you, but he wasn’t making any overt moves either. The silence felt heavy, like there was more left unsaid, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to approach him first.

It wasn’t until you were sitting alone in the ship’s main hall, watching the crew go about their usual duties, that you saw him again. He was standing near the door, scanning the room as though he was looking for something—or someone. His gaze fell on you, and for a moment, you thought about getting up and leaving.

But then, something unexpected happened.

He walked toward you, his steps deliberate, his usual air of command unmistakable. But there was no arrogance, no cold indifference. Instead, there was something almost… hesitant, as though he was unsure how to approach.

“Can we talk?” he asked, his voice lower than usual. Not demanding, but more… tentative.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak just yet. Crocodile sat down beside you, but there was a clear distance between you two. Still, he didn’t break the silence. Instead, his eyes flickered to the floor and back to you, unsure of how to even start.

“I’ve been thinking,” Crocodile began, his voice unusually soft. “I don’t do ‘soft’ well. I never have. I push people away because it’s easier than getting close. But with you… I shouldn’t have done that.”

You stayed quiet, listening. This wasn’t the Crocodile you were used to, and it threw you off. But you could hear the sincerity in his voice.

“I treated you like you were disposable. Like I could just push you aside because I don’t know how to handle emotions,” he continued, his words laced with the rare honesty he usually kept buried. “I’m not saying I can change overnight, but I… I can try. I can do better. For you.”

For a moment, the room felt too quiet, too heavy with the weight of his confession. You weren’t sure what to say, but you couldn’t deny the effort he was showing. It wasn’t just words. It was him trying—genuinely trying—to be someone better for you.

“I’m not asking for your forgiveness,” he added, his gaze meeting yours directly. “But if you’ll let me, I want to show you that I’m not just some heartless bastard.”

You exhaled slowly, feeling a strange mix of emotions—relief, confusion, and something else you couldn’t quite name. Crocodile wasn’t the type to offer grand gestures, but this... this was different.

He shifted in his seat, as if he was fighting the urge to stand up and walk away. His usual confidence was tempered by something more vulnerable, and it made the tension between you two feel palpable. Still, there was something unspoken in the air, something you both knew needed to be addressed.

After a moment, Crocodile pulled something from his pocket, a small, worn notebook. He placed it between you two with a rare hesitance, as though it was heavier than it appeared.

“I don’t usually carry things like this,” he started, his voice rough but not harsh. “But... I thought you might find it useful.” He tapped the notebook once. “It’s full of notes—things I’ve learned, strategies, things about our crew that could be useful. Not much, but it’s something I’ve kept for myself. Thought it might help you... since we’ve been working together.”

There was no flashy gesture, no grand promises—just this small act of vulnerability. Crocodile wasn’t one to share his notes or insights with just anyone, much less someone he had been pushing away. It was his way of showing he trusted you more than he had before.

You stared at it for a moment, processing what he’d done. It wasn’t grand, it wasn’t over-the-top, but it was honest. It was him offering something personal, a piece of his world that he didn’t usually share.

“I know I’m not great with words,” Crocodile continued, looking away, his usual guarded expression back in place. “But I can do this. I’ll show you I’m not just some cold bastard.”

You let the silence stretch between you as you reached for the notebook, running your fingers over the pages. It was simple, but it meant something—he was trying. And that was enough for now.

"Thank you," you said softly, glancing up at him. "This is... more than I expected."

His eyes flickered to yours for a moment, something unreadable in them. "It's just a start," he muttered, standing up. "I’ll keep trying. But you’ve got to meet me halfway, too."

You nodded, feeling a strange sense of relief. It wasn’t perfect, and there were no sweeping gestures, but this... this felt real. And that was a good place to begin.

---

Ace

The sun was setting on the horizon, casting golden hues across the ship. You and the rest of the Whitebeard Pirates were enjoying a rare moment of calm as the ship slowly drifted across the sea. The deck was lively with the crew, but you found yourself chatting with Thatch, who was always kind and welcoming.

The conversation was lighthearted, the two of you laughing over some silly story. But through the corner of your eye, you noticed Ace’s figure standing by the mast. His eyes were fixed on you and Thatch. You didn’t think much of it, assuming Ace was just being his usual quiet self. But then, you saw his expression—dark, his jaw clenched, fists tightly gripping the railing. His eyes narrowed as he watched you, and it felt like a cold gust had suddenly blown through the deck.

Before you could finish your conversation with Thatch, Ace stormed over. You barely registered his approach before he grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from Thatch.

“Hey! What the hell, Ace? What’s going on?” you said, trying to pull your arm from his grasp.

“Don’t hey me,” Ace snapped, his voice low and seething. He was angry, and it was obvious. “What the hell was that about?”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, confused. You looked back toward Thatch, who was watching the exchange, a slight frown on his face.

“Don’t play dumb,” Ace growled. “You’ve been all over Thatch today. Laughing, touching him, flirting like it’s some fucking game. What, am I not enough for you?”

Your heart dropped at his words. “Flirting? Ace, we were just talking. It’s nothing like that. You’re making it into something it’s not.”

“Really?” Ace scoffed, his eyes darkening. “Don’t act like I’m blind. I’ve been watching you. The way you’re acting with him, it’s obvious. You think I wouldn’t notice? You think I wouldn’t see it?”

You felt the heat rise in your chest. “Are you seriously accusing me of something right now? You’ve known Thatch for years, and now you’re acting like this over nothing?”

Ace’s grip tightened on your wrist, his face flushed with anger. “Nothing? You think this is nothing? You think I’m stupid? You’ve been laughing with him, leaning into him, all damn day! It’s like I’m invisible to you when he’s around!”

“Ace, calm down!” you snapped, pulling your arm from his grip. “You’re overreacting. This isn’t about Thatch! I’m not doing anything wrong!”

Ace stepped closer, his voice growing colder. “Don’t tell me to calm down. You don’t get it, do you? I’m standing here, and I’m watching you smile at him, touch him, like I don’t fucking matter. And what the hell am I supposed to think?”

You couldn’t believe it. “You’re acting insane. You know I love you, right? You’re my partner. But you can’t just jump to conclusions like this—this isn’t jealousy, this is possessiveness. It’s not fair to me.”

“I don’t give a damn what you call it,” Ace sneered, crossing his arms. “It’s not just a little joke anymore. It’s like you’re fucking ignoring me every time he shows up, and I’m tired of it.”

You clenched your fists, feeling your frustration boil over. “How many times do I have to tell you? You’re the one I want. Not him, not anyone else. I’m not some fucking flirt, I don’t need your jealousy getting in the way of everything. You’re acting like a child.”

“A child?” Ace barked out a laugh, the sound bitter and hollow. “Look at you. You’re so fucking perfect with everyone else. But when it comes to me, I’m the one left questioning if I even matter to you.”

“Ace, you’re being ridiculous!” you yelled, your anger flaring. “This isn’t how you should be acting. You’re pushing me away with this shit!”

“I don’t care if you think I’m ridiculous!” Ace shot back, his face turning red with fury. “I can’t fucking help it. It just hurts to see you giving attention to someone else when you’re supposed to be mine. What am I supposed to do with that? Just ignore it like you’re not doing anything wrong?”

Your chest tightened at his words, and you couldn’t even find a response. You stared at him in disbelief. The person you knew, the Ace you loved, wouldn’t talk to you like this. He wouldn’t accuse you, wouldn’t twist everything into something ugly. “I can’t believe you’re saying this to me,” you muttered, shaking your head in disbelief.

Ace ran a hand through his hair, his expression shifting from anger to frustration, but his tone was still harsh. “I’m just saying what I feel, alright? Maybe I should just stop caring. Maybe I should just let you do whatever the hell you want without giving a damn.”

You felt a sting in your heart at that, but you didn’t let him see it. “Fine. If that’s how you want to be, then go ahead. Push me away. Make me feel like I don’t matter. Do what you need to do.”

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to tell you!” Ace snapped, his voice getting louder. “I’m just tired of feeling like I’m not enough for you! Like you don’t need me anymore!”

“Ace, stop acting like I’m the one who’s wrong here,” you said, stepping back from him. “This is about you—your insecurities. You need to figure this shit out before you start blaming me.”

“I don’t need your lectures right now,” Ace spat, his eyes wild with frustration. “I don’t need you to tell me I’m the one with a problem. You’re the one making me feel like this!”

The silence that followed was deafening. You could feel the tension between you two, thick as smoke. You didn’t know what to say anymore. His words hurt more than anything, and you could feel the emotional distance growing between you.

“Ace,” you began, your voice quieter now, though still edged with anger. “I’m not going to keep fighting with you like this. If you want to think that I’m the problem here, then fine. Do whatever you want. But I won’t be dragged down by your jealousy. I won’t.”

You turned to walk away, but Ace’s harsh voice stopped you. “Where the hell do you think you’re going? Don’t you dare walk away from me when I’m trying to make sense of this! Don’t pretend like you’re innocent in all of this!”

You didn’t stop. You kept walking, not giving him another glance. If he couldn’t see how much you loved him, if he couldn’t get over his own jealousy, there was nothing more you could say.

And in that moment, the distance between you and Ace felt wider than it ever had.

----

The moment Ace walked away, everything felt cold. You didn’t know how long you stood there, just staring at the spot where he had left you. Your hand was still aching from his grip, but it was the sting in your chest that hurt more. He didn’t trust you, and it felt like a punch to the gut.

You didn’t want to cry, but the tears started anyway. It wasn’t just that he’d been angry—it was the way he’d accused you, made you feel like you weren’t good enough for him. His words burned like fire in your mind, and they refused to go away. You rubbed your eyes furiously, wishing it would stop, but it didn’t.

You made your way below deck, avoiding anyone’s eyes. But even in the silence, the weight of Ace’s accusations pressed against your chest.

The sound of footsteps on the wooden floor interrupted your thoughts, but you didn’t look up.

“Ace…” you whispered, voice barely audible, as you heard him stand in front of you. His figure towered over you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. You wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come.

He stood there for a long moment before letting out a long sigh.

“I messed up.” His voice was quieter now, filled with regret.

You didn’t answer right away, the hurt still raw. He continued, as if to reassure you.

“I know I was harsh,” he said softly. “I don’t know why I reacted like that. I don’t… I don’t want to hurt you.”

You finally looked up, his face full of guilt. It wasn’t the same anger you had seen earlier, but it didn’t make it better.

“Ace, I don’t deserve that,” you said, your voice shaking. “You’ve been treating me like… like I’m the one doing something wrong. You don’t trust me.”

“I know,” Ace muttered. “I was jealous, and it made me stupid. I didn’t think. I just… acted.”

“You can’t just accuse me like that, Ace. I thought you knew me better than anyone.”

“I do,” he said quickly, kneeling in front of you. His voice cracked slightly. “I do know you. And I’m sorry. I… I don’t know why I overreacted like that. It’s just…” He paused, staring down at the floor, lost in thought. “I get scared sometimes, you know? That you’ll leave me. Or that I’m not good enough.”

His words were quieter now, as if speaking them made the weight of them hit him too.

You swallowed hard, still trying to hold yourself together. “It’s not about you not being good enough, Ace. But you made me feel like I was the problem.”

“I didn’t mean to do that. I promise. I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll make it right, I swear.”

He reached out then, carefully pulling you into a hug. His arms were warm around you, and despite everything, it felt like home.

“I’ll prove it to you,” Ace whispered against your ear. “Just... please don’t leave me.”

----

Later that evening, Ace approached you once again. He wasn’t going to let this slide with just words. This time, he was determined to show you how much you meant to him.

He found you on the deck, staring out at the sea. The sunset had painted the sky in shades of orange and pink. He hesitated for a moment, but then walked up to you, standing still for a few seconds before quietly sitting beside you.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said. About how I’ve treated you,” Ace started, his voice calm but serious. He wasn’t going to let this be a quick fix. He had to prove he was serious. “I was an idiot before.”

You didn’t respond right away, but you didn’t pull away either, so he took that as his sign to continue.

“You deserve better than me just saying ‘sorry,’” Ace continued, looking at you with those soft, apologetic eyes. “I want to show you, not just tell you.”

Without waiting for a response, Ace stood up and reached into his jacket, pulling out something small wrapped in cloth. He unwrapped it carefully, revealing a beautiful hand-carved wooden pendant—one shaped like a flame, a piece of his own soul carved into it. He placed it in your hand, his palm warm against yours.

“I made this for you,” Ace explained, his voice low. “It’s not much, but it’s a reminder. Every time you look at it, I want you to remember that I’m here. I’m trying to be better. For you.”

You stared at the pendant, surprised that Ace had gone this far. He wasn’t known for his sentimental side, and seeing him take the time to make something so personal was a first.

But that wasn’t all.

Ace lowered himself to one knee, taking your hands in his, his usual cocky grin gone, replaced by something deeper. “I’m not perfect. Hell, I’m far from it. But I’m gonna fight for you, every damn day, if it means showing you that you’re mine and that I don’t take you for granted.”

His eyes held sincerity, not just for a moment but for what felt like eternity. He wasn’t asking for immediate forgiveness; he was showing you that he understood the weight of what he’d done, and he was willing to carry that burden.

“I’ll be better. I’ll prove it to you, one step at a time,” Ace added, squeezing your hands gently. “I’m not gonna run from it. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

You felt the weight of his words settle between you, but it was the actions—the carving, the kneeling, the rawness of his apology—that made the difference.

And in that moment, something shifted. His effort wasn’t just in the words, but in the way he had approached everything differently. The care, the vulnerability, the openness—it was something you hadn’t seen from Ace in this way before.

“Thank you,” you whispered, finally meeting his gaze.

Ace’s face softened, and he pulled you into his arms gently. “I’ll never stop showing you, okay? I’ll never stop trying.”

You could feel the warmth of his embrace, but it was different now—sincere, unwavering, and full of effort. He wasn’t perfect, but this was the Ace you had always known, the one who, when he cared, gave everything he had.

“I know you won’t,” you murmured, resting your head against his chest, knowing that even in his flaws, Ace’s heart was real and his effort was exactly what you needed.

----

Law

You were in the medical bay, carefully organizing the supplies, running through the routine tasks that kept you busy and, for the moment, kept your mind off the chaos of being aboard the Polar Tang. The quiet buzz of the ship’s engine was a subtle backdrop, almost soothing, but it wasn’t long before Law entered, his heavy boots echoing in the small space.

“Are you seriously doing this now?” His voice cut through the silence like a blade.

You turned, surprised to see him standing there with his arms crossed, a frustrated look on his face. "What? I’m just getting the medical supplies organized," you said, trying to keep your tone neutral. You had been with him long enough to know when something was off, and you could feel the tension in the air.

Law didn’t even spare a glance at the supplies. Instead, his eyes were fixed on you, sharp as ever. “It’s a waste of time. Don’t you have something more important to do?”

You blinked, taken aback. “What’s wrong with organizing the medical supplies? We can’t afford to let things get disorganized—especially if someone gets hurt. You should know that.”

His lips curled into a sneer. “This again? All you ever seem to do is waste time in here. We have real problems going on, and here you are, playing nursemaid.”

Your chest tightened at his words, but you tried to stay calm. “I’m not just playing nursemaid, Law. This is a crucial part of the crew’s well-being. You might not see it, but when someone gets injured, we need everything in place.”

Law snorted, walking further into the room with no regard for the way his presence weighed on you. “You think I don’t know that? I’ve been the one patching up the crew for years. I don’t need some reminder of how ‘important’ this is.”

His eyes glinted with something cold, making you feel like you were the one being irrational. “And yet, every time I come in here, I see you fiddling with bandages and vials like it’s some hobby. Maybe if you spent more time actually being useful, we wouldn’t be in half the mess we’re in now.”

You felt a rush of heat flood your face, your patience wearing thin. “Useful? I’m always useful, Law! You’ve never seen me just sit around and do nothing. I’ve been with you through thick and thin. What the hell is your problem today?”

Law didn’t flinch, his gaze cold and hard. “You’ve been off lately, not getting your hands dirty, avoiding the real work. Every time I turn around, you’re in here with your head buried in paperwork or fiddling with stuff that doesn’t matter. Are you even trying to help anymore, or is this your way of slacking off?”

You felt your pulse quicken, the sharpness of his words stinging like a slap across the face. “You know what? I don’t need this right now. I’m trying to do my best, but I guess that’s never good enough for you, huh?” You crossed your arms, pushing back the feeling of betrayal that crept up your throat.

“I don’t need your excuses,” Law replied, his voice colder than before. “You know what this crew is like, and you know what’s at stake. The sooner you stop pretending like this is all a game, the better.” He paused, his eyes narrowing. “I’m done here.”

With that, he turned and walked out, leaving you standing in the middle of the room, stunned. You stood there for a moment, trying to process what had just happened.

You sat alone in your room, staring at the wooden floorboards, your mind replaying the harsh words from earlier. His anger had caught you off guard, and it stung in ways you didn’t expect. You’d never seen him like that—so cold, so dismissive. What had you done wrong?

You hadn’t meant to upset him, not at all. You were only trying to help, to get through to him, but it seemed like he didn’t want to hear it. The more you thought about it, the more it hurt. Was this how he really saw you? Was everything you did so easily misinterpreted?

The tears came, slowly at first, then in a rush, spilling down your cheeks as the weight of the argument settled in. You wiped at your face, trying to push back the emotions, but it was useless. His words lingered in your chest, heavy and suffocating.

You felt small in that moment. Small and insignificant. He wasn’t the kind of man who wore his feelings openly, but you thought—no, you hoped—that maybe, just maybe, he’d let you in. Now, all you had were the fragments of a conversation that had broken everything apart.

You stood up abruptly, wiping your eyes and trying to pull yourself together. There was no point in crying, not now. But the silence in the room felt like a weight you couldn’t escape, and your heart ached in a way it never had before.

----

The next morning, the air between you and Law was thick with silence. It felt like a weight neither of you wanted to lift, but both of you knew it needed to be addressed.

You walked down the corridor of the ship, your mind replaying everything that had happened last night. His words, his cold tone, and how they made you feel—like an afterthought, like your feelings didn’t matter. You needed to shake it off, but it lingered.

As you neared the deck, you saw Law standing near the railing, staring out at the horizon. His usual composure was gone. There was something about the way he stood there—quiet, almost brooding—that made your chest tighten.

You stopped a few paces away, unsure whether you should approach or just walk by. But you didn't want this hanging over you any longer. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself, and made your way toward him.

Law didn’t acknowledge you at first. His gaze remained on the horizon, but there was a noticeable shift in the air as you got closer.

“You were right to be angry last night,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. The words caught you off guard.

You blinked, surprised by his bluntness. “What do you mean?”

He exhaled slowly, his hands gripping the railing a little tighter. “I shouldn’t have said those things. I was out of line. I made you feel like your feelings didn’t matter, and I… I don’t want to make you feel that way again.”

There was no excuse, no deflection. He didn’t try to rationalize it. The rawness of his admission made something in your chest loosen.

“You fucked up,” you said, voice low but steady. “It wasn’t just about the words, it’s about how it made me feel. Like I wasn’t… important to you.”

“I know,” Law replied quietly, his voice carrying more regret than you had ever heard. “And I don’t want you to feel like that, not ever. I don’t want to make excuses… but I’ve been so caught up in my own shit that I couldn’t see what I was doing to you.”

You shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond. His words were hard to process, but there was something in them that felt different—something that wasn’t typical of Law.

He met your gaze, and for a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of the waves. “I won’t pretend I know how to do this right, but I will try. And I’ll show you through my actions, not just words.”

You hesitated, still feeling the weight of everything. “Actions? Like what?”

Law's gaze softened, and he stepped away from the railing, facing you fully. “Tonight… let’s take a break from the ship. No work. Just us. We can go somewhere quiet, somewhere we don’t have to worry about anything else. I’ll listen, I’ll be present. You deserve that, and I want to show you I can do better.”

The sincerity in his voice made you pause, the hesitation in your chest slowly melting away.

He didn’t need to explain it further; you could see the change in his expression, the way his eyes weren’t as guarded. The rawness of his apology spoke volumes, and his willingness to make an effort, to actually show you, made you feel something different—hope, maybe.

The night came, and as promised, Law took you somewhere away from the hustle of the ship. The moment felt intimate, unspoken, and just… peaceful. You didn’t have to say much; the quiet between you two now felt like understanding, not tension. No grand gestures. Just time spent together, away from the chaos, showing each other what words sometimes couldn’t express.

----

Mihawk

The moon hung high in the sky, casting its pale light across the castle grounds as the night stretched on. You stood near the balcony, overlooking the vast, quiet expanse of Kuraigana Island, trying to ease the tension that had been building between you and Mihawk for days. You didn’t understand it. He had always been quiet, always withdrawn, but this... this was different.

You had tried to speak to him earlier, but each time, he shut you down.

You walked up to him now, your voice breaking the silence of the night. “Mihawk,” you started softly, “we need to talk.”

Mihawk didn’t even look up from his sword. His posture was perfect, as always, but his eyes were distant. “I’m not in the mood for a conversation.”

Your stomach twisted. “You’ve been like this for days. I don’t even know what’s going on with you anymore.”

“I told you, nothing is wrong.” Mihawk’s tone was clipped, cold.

You stepped closer, frustration rising. “That’s not true. You’ve been shutting me out. You barely say anything when I’m around. It’s like you don’t even want me here.”

He sighed, setting the sword down on the stone table, the movement deliberate, almost as though he was choosing his next words with care. “I’ve been thinking.”

You crossed your arms, taking a step toward him. “About?”

Mihawk’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze dark and contemplative. “About this whole… situation.” He gestured vaguely toward the castle, as if the whole life they led was part of the problem. “About us.”

You frowned, stepping closer still. “Us?”

He hesitated, clearly uncomfortable with where this conversation was headed, but he kept going. “I’m not the kind of person who… needs company. I don’t need someone hovering over me, asking questions all the time.”

Your chest tightened, and you could feel the sting of those words more than you cared to admit. You’d always known Mihawk was a man of few words, but hearing him say it like this hit harder than expected. “So, what? You’re saying I’m annoying?”

Mihawk’s gaze flickered briefly to your face before he looked away, uncomfortable. “That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean, Mihawk?” you pressed, trying to keep your voice steady. “Because that sure as hell sounds like you’re pushing me away.”

He stood up straighter, his eyes hardening for a moment, but there was a flicker of something beneath the surface—something raw, something almost vulnerable. “I’m not pushing you away,” he muttered, though the words sounded like they were meant more for himself than for you. “I just… don’t know how to let people in.”

You stepped back, a sharp breath leaving your lips. His words were a dagger in your chest. “You don’t have to be perfect, Mihawk. But this… this is just too much.”

His face hardened again, the vulnerability disappearing behind that familiar, cold mask. “I didn’t ask for your sympathy.”

You recoiled, shaking your head. “It’s not sympathy, Mihawk. I’m trying to be here for you, but you won’t let me. You keep pushing me away.”

There was a long silence between you, the kind that stretched out too long, too thick to ignore. Mihawk stared at the floor, visibly struggling with something you couldn’t quite understand.

Finally, he sighed, his voice barely a whisper. “Maybe I’m better off alone.”

Your heart shattered with those words. The finality of them, the coldness, the impossibility of it, made it harder to breathe. You turned quickly, not wanting him to see the sting of his words on your face.

Without another word, you walked off, your steps heavy and purposeful.

----

You didn’t wait for him to speak. You didn’t need to. Mihawk’s words hung in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating everything between you. “Maybe I’m better off alone.”

You walked away before the sting of his words could settle, the sharp edge of them cutting through your chest. You didn’t care that he was still standing there, staring after you.

Your feet took you to your room in the castle, but even as you closed the door behind you, the world outside seemed to close in. You sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at your hands, trying to push the burn behind your eyes. But it was useless. The tears came, slow at first, then faster. You pressed your palms against your face, desperate to stop them, but they kept coming.

Why? Why did he say that?

Your heart ached, and you couldn’t figure out what hurt more—the words themselves or the realization that he didn’t want you around. Mihawk. The man who had kept everyone at a distance. The one who had never once asked for anything. And you—you—had thought maybe you could be the one person to change that. But you were wrong.

----

Meanwhile, Mihawk sat in his study, his mind tangled in his own thoughts. He stared out at the night sky, trying to drown out the regret gnawing at him. What have I done?

He had never been good with people, never good with emotions. I didn’t mean it. She shouldn’t have to feel like that.

His words had come out too easily, without thinking. He had pushed you away when all you had done was show him care, patience... love.

He let out a frustrated breath, the weight of his mistake pressing harder on him. She doesn’t deserve this.

He rose from his seat, walking to the window, gripping the ledge with clenched fists. What now? He had always been alone, but the thought of you not being there, of losing what little connection he had with you, hurt more than he could admit. He wasn’t sure how to fix it. He never knew how to fix things.

She’s not going to forgive me easily, is she? He sighed, the silence in the air heavier than the night sky before him. I have to make this right... somehow.

----

The following morning, Mihawk woke with a single thought in mind. He couldn’t stand the tension, the silence between you two. The words from the night before echoed in his head, but now all he could focus on was the idea of making things right.

You were still distant, and he knew he couldn’t just speak his way out of it. He had to show you, to prove that he cared, even if he had never learned how to express it properly.

He moved to the kitchen of his castle early that morning, preparing a quiet breakfast, his hands methodical as he selected fresh ingredients from his garden. He was no stranger to cooking—having lived alone for so many years meant he’d developed the skill, even if he didn’t often share it with anyone. But this time, it wasn’t about the food. It was about showing you, in his own way, that he didn’t want to lose you.

Mihawk worked in silence, chopping vegetables and herbs, carefully preparing a dish that, though simple, was made with genuine effort. He took his time—something rare for him, but he knew it was necessary.

Once everything was ready, he set the table, the soft clink of porcelain and silverware the only sound in the otherwise quiet room.

After a long moment, he took a breath, walked down the hall, and knocked on your door.

“Y/N,” Mihawk’s voice was quieter than usual, almost tentative. “I’ve made something. For you.”

You were sitting at the small desk by the window when you heard him. You turned slowly, your expression unreadable, and saw him standing there with a plate of food in his hands.

For a moment, there was silence between you, and Mihawk seemed to hesitate, unsure how to approach you. Then, finally, he stepped forward, setting the plate down on the small table beside you.

“I... I don’t know if this is what you wanted, but it’s what I could do,” Mihawk said, his voice steady but softer than usual. “I’m not good with words, but I wanted to show you I’m sorry.”

You stared at the plate for a moment, then back at him. You could see the subtle shift in his demeanor—his posture was less rigid, his expression more vulnerable than you’d ever seen before. You hadn’t expected this. He was never one to cook, and yet, here he was—offering you something he had prepared himself.

Tentatively, you reached for the fork, your fingers brushing against his as you took a bite. The taste was simple—fresh vegetables, some herbs—but it was good. Better than you expected, considering Mihawk's usual reliance on swords rather than culinary skills.

“It’s... really good,” you said softly, your gaze lifting to meet his.

Mihawk’s features softened, and for the first time, a small smile played at the corners of his lips. “I wanted to do something... something more than just apologizing. Words aren’t enough.”

You set the fork down, your hand resting on the table between you. “Mihawk,” you began, your voice barely a whisper, “I know you don’t always know how to show it. But you don’t have to shut me out. I just... I want to be here for you.”

Mihawk stood still for a moment, looking at you, taking in your words. It wasn’t easy for him to admit his feelings, but here, now, in the quiet of his castle, he finally let his guard down, even if just a little.

“I... don’t know how to do this,” he said slowly, his voice low. “But I don’t want to lose you. Not like this.”

You smiled, reaching out to touch his hand gently. “You don’t have to be perfect. Just be honest with me. That’s all I want.”

For the first time, Mihawk let out a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing as he sat down beside you. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes.

“I will,” Mihawk said, his voice steady now. “I will try, Y/N. I’ll try harder.”

And in that quiet moment, surrounded by the warmth of a simple meal and the weight of unspoken promises, you both knew that this was just the beginning—Mihawk, for the first time, letting someone in, and you, ready to stay by his side, no matter how hard the journey ahead might be.

[otkuhotgirl]

─────── 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 !

# featuring one piece.

behold, my master(one)piece — got it? check out my kinktober schedule for the incoming month!

⎰ & containing PWP. NSFW at its finest. DARK CONTENT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

❪ ˙˖ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 .

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏 — breast worship | praise kink | lactation with black-leg sanji.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐 — cock worship | deepthroating with roronoa zoro.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑 — medical play | glove kink with trafalgar water d. law.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒 — food play | overstimulation | cunnilingus with monkey d. luffy.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟓 — temperature play with portgas d. ace.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟔 — dacryphilia | orgasm denial with eustass kid.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕 — lingerie | mirror sex | body worship with nico robin.

❪ ˙˖ 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 — prompts for requests!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟖 — threesome | sensation play with black-leg sanji & roronoa zoro!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟗 — tights | begging | boot worship with smoker!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟎 — strip-tease | lap dance with akagami no shanks!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟏 — choking | hate sex with trafalgar water d. law!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟐 — corruption | aphrodisiacs | edging with roronoa zoro!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟑 — zelophilia | humiliation with donquixote doflamingo!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟒 — breeding kink | cockwarming with eustass kid!

❪ ˙˖ 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 .

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟐 — pegging | strap-on with black-leg sanji.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟑 — shibari | power imbalance with donquixote doflamingo.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟒 — period sex | blood-play with trafalgar water d. law.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟓 — marking | shotgunning with sir. crocodile.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟔 — office sex | almost getting caught with smoker.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟕 — public | dry-humping | finger-sucking with flame emperor sabo.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟖 — sea-sex | mermaid with akagami no shanks.

❪ ˙˖ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 .

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟗 — size kink | creampie | first time with charlotte katakuri.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟎 — threesome | squirting | fingering | sixty-nine with nico robin & nami.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟏 — WILDCARD!

[strawberryjelliez]

they pay for your nails | one piece dilfs x afab reader

idk if this has ever been done before but i had this as one of my shower thoughts today so this was born. was gonna add smoker but got lazy.

mihawk, doflamingo (slight nsfw in his part) crocodile, shanks, katakuri

Mihawk -

Mihawk is a silent but devoted partner, always making sure you’re taken care of. So, when you wake up one morning to his side of the bed empty and cold, you frown at the realization he’s gone away for yet another escapade enforced overnight by that blasted World Government.

You sigh sadly, begrudgingly throwing one foot over the side of the bed and on to the floor as to not rot in bed all day, missing and awaiting the return of your love. Dragging your feet to the vanity, your eyes catch a thick stack of berry, a fresh bouquet of flowers from your shared garden and a note. His way of saying, “I’m sorry, I shall return soon. In my absence, treat yourself.”

You smile softly to yourself, noticing a newspaper with circled activities he knows you’d enjoy while he’s gone. A cheese and wine tasting event, a gardening show and small traveling flea market all happening in the nearest island over. Then, your eyes drift to the multiple nail salons he circled. The little smile on your face turns into a grin as you turn on your heels and head to the on suite bathroom, getting ready to prepare for your outing.

A few nights later when Mihawk returns home, you share supper and the wine you had bought on your outing for his tastes alone. As you bring your wine glass to your lips, your husband notices your nails. He smirks in approval as the dim lighting catches the deep maroon as your fingers hold the glass’s stem delicately.

“They look bewitching, my beloved. Almost as enchanting as yourself.”

Doflamingo -

For someone so deranged and ruthless, Doflamingo is an incredibly excellent gift giver, always dressing you up in expensive silks and fabrics. Every other day there will be a new perfume on your vanity and a new dress in your closet.

One afternoon, on one of the palaces many balconies, the two of you share mimosas and neatly crafted cold sandwiches fitting for the Dressrosian heat.

Doflamingo’s crossed legs switch, moving one leg over the other knee this time as the sun beams down harshly on his exposed chest.

“Y’know, I don’t think I could ever get tired of life on this island,” He begins, folding his arms behind his head as his hidden eyes gaze up at the clear sky, not one cloud in sight. You listen intently, sipping from your cool drink as he brings his face back to gaze at you. “This is perfect. I’ve got everything I want. Intense heat, everyone in the palm of my hand and a pretty little doll right in front of me.” He flashes those white teeth of his in a grin that stretches across his entire face.

You can’t help but smile at him as you reach across the small table to dab away some sweat beginning to form at his neckline.

“Your confidence never ceases to impress me. So effortlessly charming.” You tease, retracting your arm and tossing the napkin aside on the table.

Doflamingo raises a light brow and holds his grin. He places both elbows on the table with his face in his hands, leaning in towards you.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, baby. Tell me, what’s it like being the favorite of Dressrosa’s king, angel?” He questions boldly.

You glance away for a moment with a finger to your cheek, as if to think on it, but you already know.

“I feel powerful.. sexy…” You bring your eyes back to his shades ones. “loved.” You finish slowly as you place your chin in the palm of your hand, fingernails bare and colorless as they’re displayed across your cheek. Doflamingo notices, and flattery in fact does get you everywhere, but only with you.

“How bout you go get your nails done baby? I think they’d look pretty when you’re choking me after I piss you off. Or..” He smirks again. “When they’re wrapped around my cock tonight.”

And that evening, you return with exotic but tasteful nails, fitting to both of your likings.

Crocodile -

Being Crocodile’s partner can be difficult, especially since he always seems to have bigger priorities to handle. It doesn’t help that he doesn’t say many words of affirmation to you, but you know he cares.

There’s been many times you’ve tried to have a discussion with him about how his blindness to your feelings affects you, but to no avail. He usually ends the conversation with a dismissive wave of his hand and surprises you with a nice dinner later in apology. He always apologizes in that manner.

As much as he can be cold and not the best at romantic communication, you could never complain, he always gifts things to you. The man gives you the stars and more. But that doesn’t stop your need for reassurance from him.

“You never take my words to heart Crocodile! I’m sick of you brushing me off like some pet!” You exclaim in his dark office, waving your hands dramatically to emphasize your point.

Crocodile rubs his temple as he inhales deeply, letting the sigh out through his nose.

He doesn’t say anything at first, he only lets you have your melt down while lighting a fresh cigar.

“I just wish you would open up to me. Maybe make me feel like I’m a little bit more important to you as you are to me, but I never get that.” You state more quietly now, getting closer to his desk with scattered papers and maps splayed across.

You can practically see the annoyed forehead vein form.

“You’re really testing me, brat. After all this time, you still can’t see where you stand? If I didn’t value you, you wouldn’t even be here. Don’t make me repeat myself with pointless reassurances, my actions should be enough.” He growls. In a second though, he’s pulling out his wallet from a locked drawer under his desk. At your trembling lip, he tosses the expensive leather to you and shoos you off. “Go have some champagne and get your nails done.”

You weren’t going to say no to that. If there was one thing positively good about your melt downs, it always ended with you draining his pockets.

Shanks -

“Hey treasure, we’re raising anchor pretty soon here.. anything your little heart desires while we’re still docked on this island?”

You turn your head to your red haired lover approaching from behind with a small smile on his face. It’s so contagious and he’s got those warm eyes that always invite you in.

You shake your head softly.

“Oh come on (Y/nnn)~ you never do anything for yourself. The whole crew even agrees that you just go with the flow of anything. Why don’t you do something for yourself?” He questions, leaning his forearm on to the side of a wooden pillar.

You fully turn your body to face Shanks.

“I don’t really desire physical things. I enjoy what we have on board, and that’s enough for me.” You respond, stepping closer. You grab the edges of his shirt and adjust it over his chest more securely. “You’re going to get burnt.”

Shanks lets out a light chuckle.

“Always taking care of me. This is why I should be returning the favor to you, sweetheart. You say that all you care for is adventure with us, but when was the last time you got to just enjoy being a woman?” He asks, now holding your face in his hands gently.

You scoff at that, pulling out of his grasp with a smirk.

“A woman, huh?” You cross your arms.

Shanks holds up his hands in defense.

“My bad, treasure.. didn’t mean it in however way you took it.” He apologizes, but advances again, this time wrapping his

arm around your waist and tugging you securely against his side. “Why don’t we have you get your nails done? My treat. It’ll be a nice change for ya.”

You raise a brow, not fighting the way you feel against him.

“A pirate paying for his girls nails? Oh such a softie.” You tease, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw. He chuckles again, returning your kiss with one of his own to the top of your head.

“Anything for a pretty treasure.”

Katakuri -

Being one of Big Mom’s children, there’s issues that are bound to come with it. You know that first hand while being involved with Katakuri. Needless to say, he isn’t the best with communicating his softer emotions, but he certainly tries.

So when he booked a surprise full service spa day for you, you looked up at him with a trembling lip and glassy eyes.

“Katakuri.. you didn’t have to do this..” You squeak out as the two of you stand in front of a sugary looking spa. He opens the biscoff door for you first, him following in shortly, bending his knees to fit through the doorway.

“But why not?” His deep voice is so in contrast to your high pitch still trying to be leveled out.

“Cause.. I don’t want a sweet commander to have his reputation ruined by some sickly sweet gesture, not that I don’t appreciate this of course!”

Katakuri tilts his head in confusion.

“Why would I waste my energy worrying about what some fools beneath me think? What matters is you, no one else.” He responds before walking to the service desk to check in, boots and chains jingling as his tall form strides effortlessly. “Fools talk, I don’t listen.” He finishes in a quiet murmur.

As he checks in, the lady behind the counter offers a friendly but nervous smile at his imposing figure. You watch, wondering how you ended up with a sweet general in the first place. When he turns back, you can see the small smile hidden behind his scarf. No one else would be able to tell, but you knowing his expressions so easy by now, you can tell just by his eyes.

“Nails first, my love.”