Yandere!One Piece Characters that love a chubby s/o:
Monkey D. Luffy
Luffy doesn’t care about body types, we all know that. But I think he’ll be very fond of the soft chubs of his s/o. This man loves to cuddle and he won’t be able to get his rubber hose arms off his s/o. He’ll cuddle them and squish them all day if he could. He would playfully bite them. His reason being that they remind him of meat.
⚔️Roronoa Zoro
(im putting him here ‘cus im a simp)
There are only 3 things in his mind: swords, booze, and his s/o. He likes his naps and it would be even better if his s/o is there for him to rest on and cuddle. Anyone who is mean to his darling will be sliced to a thousand pieces.
Charlotte Katakuri
its fucking obvious he would love a chubby s/o. He finds them supper adorable and soft like mochi~ His merienda is not complete with his s/o there, using their lap as a pillow when he lies down and stuff his face full with donuts.
Portgas D. Ace
Like Luffy, he’s a cuddly type. He’s a clingy type and would always be touching his darling. He would sometimes fake his narcolepsy episode and lay on them, happily snuggling on their plush body.
Nico Robin
It’s canon that she likes cute things, and I bet a whole tub of icecream that she’ll find a chubby s/o absolutely adorable! She’ll dress them up however she likes and pinch their cheeks from time to time.
️Eustass Kidd
He has this belief that chubby s/o is much more durable and strong. Kid is a rough man and he tends to rough house with his mates and his darling. He’ll slap their ass and watch it jiggle, absolutely mesmerized.
Jewelry Bonnie
Feeding kink
She loves an s/o that loves food just as much as she do. Her ideal date would be at a buffet, she and her s/o feeding each other finish it off with a eat and run
Thatch
He’s a feeder
He would want his darling to be there with him in the kitchen while he cooks. They’ll be his precious taste tester. He’ll give them a small sample of a dish for them to taste. He’ll snake his arms around them, hugging them and kissing their shoulder as they give their opinion about the dish.
Capone Bege
Proof: his wife Chiffon
He loves his wife and adores her too, chub and all. If they decide to open their relationship, add in a third lover, they’d go for a chubby s/o. As their darling, you’ll be spoiled with riches, love, and praises.
Fujitora
Often times, he’ll ask his darling he could feel their face. He would be gentle, feeling every curve of their features. He’ll pinch and pull on their cheeks to tease them. He’d also gush as he squishes their face on his hands.
Rob Lucci
he’s an asshole but I love him
Like Kid, he believes that a chubby s/o can handle his roughness. He’s sadistic and would leave bruises and bites on their body. He sees those bruises more beautiful than jewels. He would purr in delight. Also he loves to kneed their tummy like dough
Oh, Royal Lust Event nsfw & sfwroyal AU event ~(One Piece & Bleach)
Welcome to the new event guys!
Are you lusting for some Royal content? Ready to fight for the crown with your fave characters? Discover the secrets of the princesses and princes? Maybe break the rules? In the name of love or lust, here we go!
Will open requests in 2 rounds (if there are more requests or you want more). No more than 2 requests for the same character!
First Round ➡ Available Slots: 0/ 7➡FULL! Second Round ➡ Available slots: 0/7➡FULL!
❥Rules
The rules are -as always- the following: Please be polite! A hello and thanks is enough! The requests can beNSFW or SFW, please state it in your request. You can choose different types of monarchy besides the classic European. Such us: Emperor (China, Japan, etc), Sultan, Emir, Pharaoh, any you’d like me to include. I have a list of prompts you can request from, though is not mandatory! You can send me any idea, or I can choose for you!Include: character (One Piece / Bleach)(no minors please, if you ask for Ichigo, Uryuu, etc please state adult! x as in the last chapters of manga),gender of reader, prompt (if you want) & any further information you would like me to include. if NSFW➡ You can ask for specific kinks. All kinks are allowed, except non con, incest (blood related), underage.
➡ Request example: Law x F! Reader, prompt, NSFW kinks: bondage.⬅
❥Some Prompts (Not mandatory, you can give me another one or I can pick one for you)
Arranged marriage
Breaking the rules of the royalty
Rebellious Prince/Princess
Royal’s secrets
Masquerade Ball
A buffoon for the King/Queen
The Prince/Princess of the Enemies’ Kingdom.
The Knight who cares for the Prince/Princess.
Secret Mission: assassinate the King/Queen/Prince/Princess and falling in love
➡ nsfw. Demon! Roronoa Zoro x F! Reader x Sanji ~ Stay Away From The King of Hell ~
Hi guys! I wanted to write a little scenario and I ended up with an nsfw fic including Sanji into a bisexual fantasy Also, my beautiful friend @the-witch-of-one-piece gave me the idea of making these demon! Zoro stories a serie! If you like the idea please tell me so I can keep writing them :3
tw: nsfw. Zosan action. dp. dom! demonic! Zoro. Sub! Reader. Sub! Sanji. Zoro is possessed so he will be acting like the devil, don’t expect a romantic fic here :P
wc: 3.5k
He hasn’t been the same since Wano. Zoro has changed. None of you dared to say nothing, but every one of you noticed. A growing appetite for red meats… raw red meats. The bloodier, the better. Sanji is not trying to stop him any longer.
“What are we going to do?” every nakama ask when Zoro is taking one of his usual naps. Yet, things have changed there too… He only sleeps during the day and never during the nights.
“(Name), do you have any idea?” Nami asks you because you are Zoro’s predilect nakama. He has a special affinity for you, and you for him. Love? Yeah, maybe you two are in love. But Zoro doesn’t care. He protects you, yes. But he doesn’t care about the tags. Sex? Of course… but not since Wano.
Zoro has been avoiding sleeping next to you, touching, kissing, grazing you. And you been doing the same… all of you have. The image of his transformation still lingers your memories, from dying to that… thing. Feral, drooling, so ready to drink the blood of his enemies. Purple and green, he looked like the King of Hell…
Zoro is the King of Hell.
He grunts during his sleep, who knows against what he is fighting. Is that thing going to sprout from his insides once again? When you are asleep? During the day? During the night?
“You should go and talk to him, (Name)-chwan. You are the one who spoke to him the last time. I’ll be backing you up in case he goes feral” Sanji suggests, and he is right. The only voice able to calm him down was yours.
“Fine” you mumble, not sure. That man right there… is still your lover? Is Roronoa Zoro still? You take a look at his sleeping position against the mast of the Thousand Sunny Go as the Sun slowly hides over the horizon. His jaw tensed, his arms muscles spasming. His nails have grown slightly longer and now are carving in his own palms as he clenches his hands.
He has periods of normality, but usually he isolates himself. Away from you, from your crew. But for how long this situation will go on? It’s time to act.
An icy full moon shines now over a black firmament full of stars, and you, wary walk towards him. He is now awake, hands behind his head, his katanas on his right side (good sign) and steel eye fixed on the moon.
The sound of your steps over the deck alerts him, in a sudden and violent motion he looks at you and you freeze.
His aura it’s perceivable, more than always. Nobody has such an intimidating sight like him, and as now you all know, that aura comes from nothing else than a real demon.
You can feel Sanji’s flames igniting around his ankles at your back, yet he still says nothing. Normally, he would shout at him to stop but not now. The mission consists of talking to Zoro in the most peaceful way possible.
“Why are you coming, (Name)?” Zoro asks, once his sight has returned and fixed into the moon. “I- I miss you, Zoro” you mumble, because you do, and think that if you talk about your feelings he would somehow, treat you kindly.
“I told you not to come closer” Zoro grunts, the veins on his temple growing and pumping. “Oi Marimo…” Sanji grunts back, already losing the little patient he has left. How dare he speak like that to a woman?
“Cook, you too. Please” the green haired samurai says, surprisingly politely and trying to calm himself with all of his strength. Sanji’s brows twitch. That’s not how Zoro would normally talk to him, not even ask something with “please”.
You turn around to look at your blonde nakama, tears are flooding your eyes. “I’m sorry” Sanji mouths, and dares to place one of his hands on your shoulder. Wrong decision.
In less than a second, as fast as possible, even more than Sanji’s super speed, Zoro appears at your back. His eye fixes on Sanji’s hand and then into the blonde’s eye. You stay froze, eyes widened, a cold shiver running through your back. The tingling sound of Zoro’s sharp blades, and the draining effect of Enma could be felt on your and Sanji’s bodies.
You swallow, tilting your head to the side as Zoro’s big, veiny, calloused hand now rests on your free shoulder. Sanji’s blue visible eye holds a flame inside, and you could only think Zoro’s probably too.
“Sanji… why are you touching her?” Zoro whispers, holding a beast about to burst. Both, Sanji and you, gasp to hear Zoro naming him for the very first time. “Zoro… I was just comforting her. She wanted to talk to you, and you pushed her away” Sanji firmly, also naming him, says.
A silence, that seems eternal, you unable to move wait for the inevitable to happen in a matter of seconds. But none of them move, and it seems as if your body was the perfect shield, the only thing that was holding Zoro back.
But you were wrong and in a sudden motion, Zoro’s hand end up under your chin, squeezing your cheeks with his fingers. “You want to fuck her, don’t you?” he asks, completely unexpectedly. Zoro has never ever pronounced the world fuck in front of anybody, and you are sure not even in front of you either.
Sanji gets angrier and angrier, and he knows too well he could handle Zoro in his demon form just fine, but you are in the middle, and he has to protect you. “Marimo, stop this. Let her go, you are hurting her. You know that I’m not attacking you because she is in the middle” he says. “Let her go, now”.
“You haven’t answered yet. You wanna fuck her, Sanji?” Zoro asks again, pronouncing the chef’s name in a rather lustful tone. The green haired demon tilts your head to the side and licks in the most sinful possible way your cheek.
You react to his touch almost immediately, scared but so needy for it. “And I bet you want to fuck him, too… don’t you?” Zoro whispers into your ear, warmth breath, making your skin go all bumpy.
From Sanji’s nose, the most delicate little thin red line falls. Of course, this makes him aroused, but you seem to be in danger and inside him a storm of contradictions take place. “Let her go, Marimo” he screams, trying to kick him.
But your lips semi opened with ectasis expression, the teasing, even Zoro’s shameless speech is killing him, and he loses focus. So much he does, Zoro easily stops him from keep moving.
Enma’s edge to his neck, making his marked chin go up to avoid being beheaded. “Marimo… what…?” he stutters with a mix in between anger, hornyness and fright in his voice.
Zoro smirks and licks his upper lip. “Now you two are gonna get what you’ve been looking for. I told you not to come closer, and still you did. As the King I am you should comply” he states, passing his free hand now over your breasts.
You gasp and press your legs together; you need to give your throbbing sex some kind of release. You would lie if this weren’t something you have dreamt of many times but… is this moral? Is this safe?
“I can smell how wet you are from here, (Name)” Zoro mumbles, once again presenting beasty characteristics. “You want this, don’t you? Then turn around for your King, come on” he orders you and you do.
Sanji tries to tell you stop, but the metallic cold feeling of Enma’s blade on his Adam’s apple as it moves makes him shut up immediately.
Zoro’s hand land on Sandai Kitetsu that up until now was hanging from his hips so gracefully. “Marimo…” Sanji moans, this time he is really scared. “Shh I’m not gonna hurt her, just wanna get rid of those clothes”
Just the tip of his blade is enough to cut your shorts, shirt, and bra in the middle. Both pieces fall to the side exposing your whole anatomy to him. Your hands are behind your back, and your widened eyes express fear and lust.
Sanji’s nosebleed is now profuse, and that’s just more fuel to the flame.
“Sanji… you know how much I need blood, don’t you?” Zoro says, still with Enma to the cook’s neck and with a demonic expression. Sanji simply nods, barely moving any muscle and waits for the King of Hell’s next movement.
The little drops that fall from the blonde’s nose, trail a path from it towards his lips. Ferrous taste invading his mouth, inviting Zoro to drink from such ambrosia. “Stay still, Sanji” he commands, and the blade of his sword barely grazes the white skin up from his neck to his lips collecting drops of it in it.
Zoro takes Enma to his mouth, licking the blood off from it in the most lascivious imagery. “Zo-“ Sanji lips tremble, excitedly, horny? You don’t get exactly what’s going on and still rejoice on living it.
“Hah, they say princes have blue blood… but yours it’s so red and delicious” Zoro grunts, now taking his steely iris to yours. He is marking his next victim, and oh girl, your naked body in front of him it’s the one.
Your nipples get hard with the breeze of the night in the Grandline. Every nakama went to sleep as planned, you all needed full calm around Zoro in order to talk to him… but plans changed just a little…
“Come closer” the swordsman tells you, and as you do his mouth quickly land on your breasts. Sharp fangs, yet still human, nibble on your sensitive buttons. He pulls, bites and sucks. You whine, with your palm covering your mouth and closing your eyes as you feel despicable for enjoying this.
But Zoro is not ashamed, and nor seems Sanji. He sucks and fix his eye into his partner, showing him a lustful show and a bisexual fantasy. Will Sanji succumb to such thing? The Devil is known to tempt his victims and that’s exactly what Zoro is doing.
Zoro’s tongue sticked out plays with your nipple, the wind now freeze and make them even harder. Hard like Sanji’s crotch, hard, dripping, staining his black trousers with salty, sticky precum.
“Look at you, cook… so miserable” Zoro laughs, and moves Enma down indicating his friend to kneel on the deck of the Thousand Sunny go. “Come here crawling and undress me”.
You open your eyes, is this happening for real? Will Sanji comply to such orders?
And he does. You don’t know exactly if it’s just Zoro’s aura that’s able to make people move as he pleases or is that Sanji is really doing this because he wants it. But he does, and his skilful hands began unbuttoning Zoro’s green coat until the top half part of it hangs at each side of his hips.
Sanji’s pointy perfect nose barely graze Zoro’s hipbones, inhaling the scent of his caramel, covered in scars, skin. “Calm down, Sanji…” Zoro scolds him, as if he was lesser than a pet. Though Sanji seemed to be drooling over both of yours and Zoro’s half nudity.
“Let me ask you again, Sanji… Do you wanna fuck her?” Zoro asks, pushing the Germa prince, making him fall back on his ass. Sanji blinks, looking at him and then at you. “I- I…”
“Say you want it, Sanji-kun~” you moan, both because you want it and also because Zoro’s knee is playing in between your thighs now. “The little slut wants you, cook… come on”
Zoro turns you around and makes you walk towards the railing. “Arms on the rail, spread” he commands, using Sandai Kitetsu’s blade in between your legs. His heavy hand on your head, pulling from your hair to make you face him. “Are you gonna let the cook fuck you rough? Hm?” he asks, smirking and licking the commissure of his lips where a trail of Sanji’s dried blood rests.
You nod, panting as the excitement and exhilaration of this whole situation is making you act like a needy mess. “Good whore, serving your King as you should” he spits, putting your head down so your back arches and your ass ends lifted up.
Sanji still on the floor, startled to even say something look like a starving animal, drooling and needy to touch, to lick, to fuck you. “Come here, Sanji. Show me how you fuck her”
As fast as Zoro has said that to him, the cook is up walking towards you two to fulfil the duty of fucking you just as you asked him to. His soft, cared palms land on the small of your back and him, desperately, doesn’t even wait to undress he just lowers his zipper to stick himself inside you.
But the demon inside Zoro won’t let him do such terrible thing, oh no. And instead, Zoro wants to have a little bit more fun…
“As I thought, desperate. Cook, should I teach you how it’s done?” Zoro says, stopping Sanji as his arm passes from the back all across the cook’s belly. “Zoro- why?” Sanji pants and protests and lets you dripping wet as he hasn’t filled you up with his dick yet.
Zoro’s cynic laugh resonates in both of you. You are so drawn to touch yourself; you can’t take it anymore. “Look Sanji, look. Look how the whore is touching herself. She wants our dicks to fill her up” the swordsman whispers into Sanji’s ear, grazing it with his lips.
Sanji trembles, both because he wants to fuck you and because of the intense teasing, the sinful act of succumbing to a man’s touch. Him, Vinsmoke Sanji, a Casanova, getting harder because of a man doing that to him. What a contradiction, what a beautiful, libidinous temptation.
The blonde’s mind becomes blurry, he needs release, and the now drops of drools from Zoro’s bite on his neck ends up with him completely surrendered and whatever he wants to do with him.
Much to Sanji’s surprise, Zoro gently unbuttons his shirt as he asks for him to unbuckle his belt. “See her dripping cunt? She is getting off just by hearing us do this” he whispers, voice getting lower and raspier. And hell, Zoro is right. You can’t help but trace circles on your clit as you can barely see them so close, so lasciviously almost dancing with the other. What’s inside of Zoro is definitely changing everything, not only in between you two, but his whole relationship with his nakamas… specially with Sanji.
Zoro’s hardness pressed against the cook’s back. Calloused hands that now reach for white, scarless abs, go up and down. And Sanji’s nape rests on Zoro’s shoulder with his lips semi open, subdued to the most carnal desires.
“Give me your hand, cook” Zoro commands, and surrounding one of Sanji’s hands he takes it to his lower belly, going down in a painful slow-motion. “Zoro… please” Sanji begs, at this point he wants to be touched.
“Don’t rush, cook” the swordsman says, biting once again his neck this time feeling sharper than before. Zoro’s demon is blooming, manifesting in his physical traits… and none of you have a problem with it. The first time you saw that creature you didn’t thought it was horrible, but sexy, worthy of a dark God, hybrid human with a feral façade and attitude. Feral, scary, but absolutely irresistible.
Sanji’s hand with Zoro’s around it finally get to the prince’s throbbing shaft. The sticky wetness that has left the trousers of the cook damped bathe Zoro’s back of his hand. “Ah… Sanji…” he grunts, allowing the trousers that barely hang from Sanji’s prominent hipbones to slide down to the ground.
Exposed milky crotch, reddish, almost purple tip sprouting slippery arousal product. Fingers around his shaft, up and down, pumping together. Whet teeth carving marks on fair shoulders, making Sanji whine uncontrollably, with tears forming in the corner of his eyes.
“I’m gonna… cum” Sanji states, trembling, realizing Zoro has become fully transformed and even tiny horns have grown from his forehead. You on the verge of maybe the second orgasm already, have your sight fixed on them as they even haven’t noticed you are there.
“You are not cumming until I tell you so, Sanji. You, (Name) who told you to stop? Prepare your cunt we are gonna fuck you now” he conducts, and you, as fast as possible return to your position of hands on the rail and ass up for them.
Zoro stops jerking Sanji and makes him come closer to your entrance. “If you are gonna cum, you are gonna do it inside of her”. He doesn’t wait and guides his partner’s dripping dick inside of your clenching walls. You moan, loudly, causing your whines to be heard all over the Grandline vast ocean being plied by your ship.
“Sh, whore” Zoro let Sanji alone, who at this point is fucking you mercilessly. “Suck it” he commands, while the green robe ends up completely on the ground as well as his black pants. His hardness so tempting, multiplied by the effect of black patterns drawn over his skin, specially from his hip bones down.
You receive his sex in your mouth, allowing to be choked with salty delight sprouting from it. Thrusts at your back, thrusts on your mouth, pulling from your hair, and Sanji’s nails carving at each side of your glutes. Breaking you in half, the wings of the Pirate King destroy you. Your legs turn weaker and weaker. Almost impossible to stay standing, your knuckles become white from how hard you are gripping to the railing not to fall.
When Sanji show inevitable signs of bursting, Zoro who hasn’t ever stopped fucking your mouth snatches the blonde’s cheeks. “Look at your face, little whore” he smirks, enjoying the rapt expressions of Sanji’s upcoming orgasm.
A moan ripped from his throat, breathed into Zoro’s mouth as he bites the cook’s pinkish juicy lips. A moan followed by yours, feeling so full of Sanji’s release you also cum moaning around Zoro’s hard shaft.
“Good you too, but it’s not the end… who should I fuck first?”
Pushing Sanji back, making his cum drip from your entrance through your thighs and into the floor, Zoro turns you around. You gasp, still trembling for the past orgasm. The look into his eyes have changed even more, and the steel colour of his irises is covered by a purple gaze.
“Zoro…” you stutter. “King of Hell, little whore” he corrects you and lifts you up sitting you on the rail. Dangerously balancing yourself your legs surround his waist and your hands grab his little horns. “Hah, the whore found a good use for these” he laughs, looking up towards his little sprouting protrusions.
He doesn’t wait and impales you, even if your overly sensitive entrance would use some rest, he won’t give you the pleasure to do so. His hips, strong and merciless move in and out of you, and his sharp teeth graze your lips painfully making them bleed a little.
The ferrous taste of your red vital fluid makes him even feral, and you feel as if your insides are being ripped. But you don’t care, you want more, more and more. You want that beast to go in so deep, deepest every time. You look at the muscles of his body tense, his mandible, the perfection of the scar crossing his chest tensing too.
A quick look at the side towards the man who had just fucked you some minutes ago gives you the imagery of a blond already hard again, jerking him off, fixing his sight in the way Zoro fucks you and you enjoy being impaled.
“Sanji, little whore, come here” Zoro manages to say, in between guttural demonic grunts and sweaty temples. And Sanji, as if he knew exactly what his friend wanted comes closer to you too. You open your eyes and look at them kiss in the most passionate, lecherous way. It makes you wanna join, and so you do, slowly but surely.
Three tongues dancing with each other, strings of saliva forming in between them, the most sinful attitude, worthy of the very King and vassals of hell.
“Fuck her too, stretch this cunt with me” Zoro commands his friend and so that’s what the blonde does. Zoro walks a little back so Sanji can fit in between you and the railing and when it’s all set his dick slides inside you. It stretches you to no extent, the grazing of both of them sexes inside you, pumping in and out in unison. Sanji’s little whines on your ear, Zoro’s grunt on your lips…
Trembling, coming. Coming them too, your uterus full of their releases. Your skin with marks, scratches of Zoro’s longer nails, the dried blood of your bitten lips… Let’s descend to hell and never come back…
“That’s why I told you to stay away from me, (Name), Sanji… I haven’t still tamed my demon… and it’s so hungry”
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@newfriendjen sent a letter : ❝Hi Friend! Congrats again on your 400!! You definitely deserve many more! If you still have a spot open for you event (ignore if you filled them!), can I request: Smut Prompt #15 with Zoro please and thank you so much!❞
the author sent a letter : ❝dear jen, to say i got a bit carried while writing this is a bit of an understatement! but i hope you’ll like it as much as i liked writing it, all while cackling like a villain as i was writing this. thank you tons for the sweet words, you are such a sweetheart and i’m so lucky to know you! sending you lots of love!
sealed with a kiss, nikki.❞
──➤Prompt used : #15 “Look at what you’re doing to me.” ─➤Genre :Smut. ➤Warnings :MINORS DO NOT READ THIS, 18+ ONLY. Sexual intercourse, jealous sex, mild degradation, choking, biting, cunninlingus, penetration, spanking (once), sir kink.
The weather of the New World was often unforgiving, unpredictable, and at times, untamable. Sometimes, Mother Nature showed she was capable of crossing the limit of Nami’s extended knowledge regarding climate (and God knows her brain was severely infused with every secrets regarding the different kinds of weather, rendering her as a living, walking encyclopedia.) But alas, sometimes the rage of Mother Nature would be thrown upon any poor ship unready to face her wrath in the forms of undying tornados and waves that could reach the sky.
Hence why, every morning, Nami’s prediction on today’s weather was awaited by all, very much like a prophecy which was often set to come true— and if said prophecy announced any kind of weather gravitating around the lexical field of a natural catastrophe, one wouldn’t be surprised to perceive Usopp down on his knees in a praying position, diverse and unintelligible wishes to survive Mother Nature’s anger.
Much to the crew’s collective joy, the navigator had announced the most ideal weather— sunshine, a slight breeze and no cloud in sight, what appeared to be a regular weather in heaven. And, why of course, such a hot weather meant that both Nami and the local archeologist, Nico Robin, would bathe under the sun and relieve any kind of tension which had settled in after several fights (or just the exhaustion of having to deal with Luffy on a daily basis.)
And there you were, standing like a mannequin in the girls’ room in company of Nami and Robin, the latter throwing you an amused look at the way Nami was comparing which bikini would look better on you— the red one, an appeal for passion, or the black one, a statement of boldness? Her brows furrowed in unison at her poor attempt to make a decision, comparing how the colors married the shade of your skin.
« Robin, how are we feeling about the red bikini? It’s so cute, but I have a feeling something is missing… » The navigator wondered, her gaze falling on the taller woman next to her.
Robin couldn’t refrain from allowing a giggle from leaving her lips, surely it meant that she had her idea, an ill-intentioned one, that is. And, oh well, to say she had just a mere idea was an understatement : as she remained still, Robin summoned a couple of limbs to look for a green-colored bikini hidden in the drawers only to bring it to Nami’s attention. The two women shared a teasing glance, as if they communicated intentions filled with mischief through their eyes alone.
« I do believe something was missing, too. » Robin trailed off, bringing an index under her chin. « Something that might appeal to a certain swordsman. »
The evil cackle falling from Nami’s lips announced nothing good, and the sweet tone of her voice only deepened that sentiment. « You know how the saying goes : great minds think alike. »
« Hold on, what are you—… » You began, only to be cut off by the navigator, « Yeah, yeah, whatever you have to say, Y/N. We’re not fools, you know? You’re going to look like a real stunner with this bikini on, and I know that a certain someone won’t be able to resist. » She concluded her sentence with a wink sent your way, boy, sometimes you did understand why Zoro called her a witch at times.
« Join us when you’re ready, Y/N. I’m intrigued to see how this will go. » Concluded Robin, accompanying Nami towards the door to let you some privacy so you could change into the bikini, not that you have never changed in front of them and vice versa, but oh well.
You were now all alone, still haven’t moved an inch. Your thumb was brushing against the green fabric of the bikini over and over again until it had become some kind of obsession. But the more the motions continued, the more you realized that perhaps there was no other way to get out of this trap glamorously set by Robin and Nami. A sigh of despair left your lips, swearing to yourself that you’d have your payback sooner than later.
The door of the girls’ bedrooms slammed open, allowing your figure sculpted by the finest hands of the muses of beauty to be exposed to the kisses of the sun. The first sound to rip apart your thoughts was a squeal which left Nami’s mouth, the latter shaking Robin’s forearm with urgency to bring her attention onto you. « Robin, Robin! Look at her, isn’t she to die for? I’d bet all my money that Zoro is going to throw himself on her. I mean, just look at her! »
The same amused smile graced Robin’s facial traits, lowering her shades just a bit to have a good glance at how the oh so awaited green bikini embraced your body. « I must confess that it’s impossible to resist her. »
The words leaving her lips became clearer and clearer the more you approached them, a palette of rosy tones sitting proudly on top of your cheekbones at their compliments. « We saved you a seat, Miss I’m-too-sexy-for-my-own-good. Come with us! » Nami said, patting the empty spot next to her to which you wordlessly replied with a nod, sitting between her and Robin.
« You’re so evil, I kinda hate you for it. » A smile plastered upon your lips as the words died on your tongue.
« You love us and you know it. » Nami replied, letting her hand lingering on your forearm. « Ooh, would you look at that, Robin? The show is about to begin. » She concluded, taking a sip out of her cocktail with a gleam of mischief shining in her eyes.
And by show, the navigator undoubtedly meant the sudden appearance of the Sunny’s resident lover who had stormed out of the kitchen with a plate of different kinds of treats and cocktails for his ladies, spoiling them rotten on sunny days if it meant he could allow his eyes to linger a bit on your bodies in bikinis.
The first act of the show had begun in a flashy manner, as soon as Sanji closed the door leading to the kitchen behind him, the plate he was holding had fell onto the floor, a loud echo reasoning into the swordsman’s ears who was stuck in a deep state of slumber… Until now.
« I must have saved a country in my previous life to be worthy of such a privilege. » Sanji sobbed, falling onto his knees, « Y/N, you’re a goddess amongst us, we’re not worthy, I’m not worthy of your beauty. I will worship you everyday, I will cover you in love until my very last breath! » The cook continued, more and more praises falling from his lips in a continuous cascade as your cheeks were getting more and more red by the second. Alas, the more the blonde sang your praises, the more the swordsman was stirring awake— and if there was one thing Zoro hated with passion besides Sanji, it was waking up to loud noises.
Sanji had approached you, on one knee, the back of your hand pressed against his lips as the tears falling from his lips mixed with the blood leaking from his nose. « Thank you, my goddess, thank you for blessing my sore eyes. Words can’t describe how—… » And he went on and on again, his lips still traveling from the back of your hand to your forearm under Nami’s disgusted stare who yanked you away from him.
« My goddess—… »
« Oi! Do you ever shut up, stupid cook? » And despite the numerous occasions on which Zoro and Sanji have fought, Zoro’s words seemed intensely more acerbic, as sharp as the swords laying to his side, which even surprised Sanji.
« Were you talking to me, mosshead? » Sanji taunted.
« I don’t see anyone else here acting like a damn fool. » Zoro began, his sole eye conveying so much anger you could feel it. « Know your place. »
Nami elbowed Robin once more, the latter having long forgotten about the book sitting on her lap at this point. Sanji stepped towards the swordsman, dangerously reducing the space between the both of them until their foreheads were touching. There was no frown noticeable on Zoro’s face, but a blank expression which let through a pure anger. « She belongs to me, hands off what’s mine. » The swordsman spat, his shoulder hitting Sanji’s as he walked past him, leaving the cook in a stupor.
« Oi! You. » He said, pointing at your frame with his index. « Follow me. You and I are gonna’ have a word. »
He cursed himself for allowing his gaze to fall on your form, knowing damn well that with each second he spent looking at you in this green bikini (this damn color, he thought), the more he was falling under the spells casted by the muses of lust.
« Go get some! » Nami whispered, her tongue gracing her bottom lip.
« We expect all the details afterwards, my dear Y/N. » Robin giggled.
You had barely enough time to form any kind of response that you felt the foreign presence of Zoro’s digits snaking around your wrists and yanking you towards him. « Hey, I’m sure we can talk about this calmly, right? We can chat about it over a drink, I’ll ask Sanji to—… » Alas, your sentence never found its end, your mind going numb at the death glare Zoro sent your way as you mentioned Sanji’s name. But, paradoxically enough, it only fueled your arousal even more.
Zoro led you to the crow’s nest, trapping you and him both inside the same room. And as the silence grew heavier and heavier, until becoming asphyxiating, Zoro’s snicker broke the silence in the most mischievous way. A look of confusion was painted on your face, and you were quick to point at it. « W-What are you laughing at? »
« Do you think I’m fucking stupid? » Zoro half-asked.
You tilted your head to the side, slowly backing away until your back met the unforgiving surface of the wooden wall. « Answer me. » He demanded, one of his hand grabbing both of your wrists in one hold pinned above your head whilst his other hand cradled your jaw so you had no choice but devote your attention onto him.
« I don’t know what you’re talking about. » You pleaded, cheeks burning under the rosy tone as you felt his uneven breaths crashing against the column of your neck.
Wrong answer, Zoro shoved his knee between your already trembling legs. « You like the attention, hah? You love it when that pervert of a cook was throwing himself on you, is that it? Tch. » He was feeding his lust off of the scared expression on your face, blood rushing in the tightest space possible by the second.
« No answer, huh? ‘Guess I’m gonna have to teach you some manners, because it looks like you forgot who you belong to. » And with that, he dug his teeth into the skin of your neck, alternating between biting and sucking motions to form the most ravishing love bite— a symbol of belonging if you will. You squealed at the sudden sensation of his pearly whites inking his name into your skin, giving him exactly the reaction he was anticipating.
You rocked your hips against the thigh settled between your legs, a desperate attempt at getting some friction for your poor and aching core in need for attention. Zoro clicked his tongue once more at your antics, choosing to hush you by continuing the trail of hickeys adorning your martyr of a neck. « Care to explain what you’re doing? Throwing yourself on my thigh because you couldn’t get the shit cook, hah? You’re so fucking desperate, it makes me want to leave you there all alone. »
« Zoro! Please don’t, don’t leave me! I just need you, I don’t need anyone else but you! I promise I’ll be good but please, please, don’t leave me. » You pleaded, a clear veil of despair covering your eyes under his impassible expression.
The façade worn off soon, letting a smirk throne amongst his facial features instead. « Who do you belong to? » Zoro demanded, gliding the hand that was under your chin to your throat and applied just enough pressure to make sure to earn absolute submissiveness out of you.
« Y-You… » You choked out, the lack of oxygen marrying so well with your growing arousal.
His smirk only grew wider, a real testimony of the sick thoughts implanted in his brain that would make a demon blush. Both of his hand retreated to his side, gaze falling on the unmissable erection showing through his dark pants. His eyes alternated between you and the bulge in his pants, your mouth going dry at the wordless order. « If you want to be a whore, then be a good whore and suck me off, yeah? Don’t give me those eyes, you want it. »
You sunk to your knees, tongue wetting your lips in anticipation for what was bound to come. And whilst your eyes were stuck on his form, your fingers were busy tugging down at his pants to reveal his grey underwear stained with pre-cum. The sight of this alone was enough to send yet another wave of arousal down to your core. And as his cock sprung free from the constriction of his boxers, his girth slapping against his exposed abdomen and the tip rouge from anticipation, you were convinced you could’ve come undone from the sight of this alone.
« Suck. » He ordered, grabbing a fistful of your hair to force your towards his aching cock and the veil of pre-cum coating the tip.
And thus it began. You flattened your tongue, drawing a large lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip where you finished with a few kitten licks, knowing damn well the head was where all the nerves devoted to pleasure were hidden. « Don’t tease and put your mouth to good use, whore. » Zoro said, almost betrayed by the groan threatening to be released.
Following the rules of performative language, you began to rock your head back and forth around his cock, making sure that your tongue was coating in a lustful love each inch of his girth whilst hums of pleasure were leaving your lips as you went. The hold of your hair in Zoro’s fist grew tighter and so did the metaphorical knots in his stomach as you went along, until the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat— such enticing sensation earned a growl out of him. Fuck.
« F-Fuck. Look at what you’re doing to me… Ah! Shit. Enough! » He ordered, yanking your head away from his cock, and the sight of the corners of your mouth dripping with the sweet marriage of his pre-cum and your drool could have provoked an orgasm out of him at this very moment.
« It’s too soon, and it’d be giving you what you want, huh? Too fucking bad, I’m going to cum in that sweet pussy of yours and you’re gonna love it. Ya’ hear me? » He asked without really asking, and taken by a rush of lust, you could only nod in return. « Y-Yes. » You stuttered. « You’re missing something. » Zoro added. You swallowed thickly before adding « Yes, yes, sir. » Your response caused an ill-intentioned snicker to fall from his lips. « That’s right. Now get on your back, and make sure to be as loud as you can, I want everyone on this damn ship to hear how I can make you scream. »
Zoro’s glorious height forced you to lay back until your spine touched the mattress where all the sins would soon break free. The smirk on his face never left, a pure testimony of what all the sinful deeds he was bound to accomplish. You were now trapped between his forearms, hips circled by his knees— bending under his dominance. « Did you wear that for me? » Zoro asked, slapping the string of the bikini top against your skin.
« I d-did, it’s all for you because I’m all yours. » Your response caused a chuckle to break from his lips, sweet words feeding his ego some more. And in a flash, his fingers had ripped said bikini top in half (you made a mental note that you now owed a serious debt to Nami), and there you were, (almost) in all you bare glory. « Fuck, if only you knew the things you do to me. »
Zoro wasted no time and threw all caution out of the window as his mouth latched onto your breasts, the motions of his tongue around your bud causing your spine to pay homage to the moon from how arched it was. His pink muscle flickered around your nipple before he swallowed your breast whole, his drool covering your flesh in a sinful veil. And because he was such a giver for his pretty girl, he gave the same treatment to the other breast whilst gasps left your lips over and over again at the methodical motions of his tongue, your anatomy held no secret for him.
« Are you going shy on me now? Did you forget what I said? » He trailed off, reducing the space between his lips and your ear, « I said I want you to be fucking loud. »
And with that, he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your stomach before tearing apart (once more) your poor martyr of a bikini bottom under your desperate attempts to keep it intact. Were you challenging him? Oh well… Zoro has always been the type to face any challenge thrown his way. « Zoro—… Sir, please! » You pleaded, not knowing really why.
« You’re such a desperate little thing, huh? » He leaned down to face your core, glistening in its lustful glory for him and him only. Zoro pressed a finger against your folds, dragging it vertically to obtain a finger pad covered in your slicks. « So fucking wet for me already? ‘Bet that shit cook can’t make you as wet as me. » He stated, confidence embedded in his every word. « Only you can make me feel this way, sir. » You replied before he crashed his lips onto yours in an uncharacteristically sweet manner to cut you off. « And why’s that? » The swordsman asked, already knowing the answer. « Because… Because I belong to you. » He pressed yet another kiss against your lips for having given the answer that had been lingering on his mind. « Good girl. »
Your reward came in the form of his tongue brushing your folds, flickering motions against your sensitive bud sending you in overdrive as continuous waves of pleasure washed over you ceaselessly, the knots in your stomach tightening each time his tongue touched you. Two of his digits poked your entrance, teasing you to let your torture last before they penetrated you. The sudden sensation caused you to let out a dragged whimper accompanied by his name coated in a sinful tone. « S-Sir please, please just fuck me— I can’t take the teasing, ahh, fuck, fuck! Please, please! » You begged, eyelids shutting close under the pleasure.
But your pleas fell in deaf ears as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, sucking onto your sensitive bud to build an orgasm within you that he was bound to deny. He knew you were close by the way you were holding his green hair, tugging him ever closer to your core to amplify the inferno burning within you. But alas, to your greatest displeasure, all the motions ceased in one go under the hint of mischief glowing in his eye.
« You’re gonna cum on my terms, and when I say so. Got it? » He seethed, knowing damn well that his own end was going to arrive soon. He gave his girth a few experimental pumps, allowing the pre-cum to cover his length before shoving the entirety of his cock in one go inside you, barely leaving enough time for your cunt to stretch correctly— and saying that a elongated moan left your lips was an euphemism, the sick grin plastered upon his face grew more and more as the sounds of pleasure drowned in his eardrums. « You’re so fucking tight, shit! » He breathed out, « Look at your pretty cunt swallowing me whole. »
The rhythm of his hips followed the scheme of a crescendo, each slam of his hips against your derrière drew a clearer portrait of both Zoro’s end and your own climax. The nature of the rhythm itself indicated that he was chasing after his own end, and with his head thrown back and his irises dilated under the hunger to satiate the raging fires breaking loose in his abdomen by the second. « S-Sir, it feels— Ah! It feels so good! »
The tip of his cock kissed ever so precisely the roof of your cervix where a panel of nerves designed to draw a lustful reaction out of you every time he thrusted into you. Your vision became more and more blurry until a liquid veil covered your eyes as pearls of tears gathered at the corners of your eyes. Under the pressure of each of Zoro’s thrusts, your body bent to his will and soon you had no longer control over your legs that used to be around his waist, only to be picked up by the swordsman who threw your legs over his shoulder, thus allowing him to reach a deeper part in you and the cries leaving your lips were just the proof of how good he made you feel.
More and more cries echoed against the wooden walls of the room, your sounds of pleasure marrying the groans falling from his lips in a cascade. « Ah, fuck, fuck! R-Right there, please! Shit…! » You pleaded to fuel him some more. His nails were digging into the luscious flesh of your thighs, drawing rouge crescents in his wake.
« Who do you belong to? » He groaned out, his eye admiring the lustful look on your face.
« Y-You! I belong to you, fuck, you a-and no one else! » You attempted to reply mid-moan.
But as much as Zoro knew your anatomy, you also happened to be an expert of his— and the way he planted his nails into your skin, the raw groans loosing their chains to be set free and the way his thighs were shaking… Everything announced the beginning of his own end.
« Cum with me… Now! » He ordered, letting his hand crash against your buttcheek in the process. And there it was, the marriage of two lovers under the spell of lust. The rhythm of his thrusts reached their apex, all whilst he painted your walls with the white color of passion. His own cum was mixing with your own elixir of pleasure leaking from your throbbing core as your cunt was clenching around his cock in despair. The sounds of his hips slamming against yours were long gone now, the room was solely filled with heavy breaths and his name falling from your lips over and over again like a forbidden prayer.
Although Zoro’s stamina knew no bounds, he felt like the oxygen had been knocked off of his lungs. But perhaps it was the price to pay if it meant he could observe you in all your post-orgasm glory after holding it inside you for so long. God, he was so proud of you, proud of every mark he had left onto your skin, proud of the way your skin gleamed under the sweat, proud of being your lover.
« ’S alright, ’s alright. I’m going to pull out, breathe. » Zoro demanded, the sweet tone reserved for you only finding its way back around his words. His digits snaked around his girth to pull out of you, only to witness the satisfying marriage of your cum and his own. You were so good to him.
And whilst you remained unable to move, Zoro fell to your side, his arms quick to lock you into an embrace as your head rested on his chest, his frenetics heartbeats echoing in your eardrums. You loved the peace of the aftermath of any sexual activity involving Zoro, you loved how peace seemed to bend his facial features in the most enticing way.
He was the first one to break the silence, pressing his lips against your forehead whilst he tugged you impossibly closer to him like a reminder that you were indeed here, and would always be. « So whose plan was this, hah? » He asked, earning a giggle out of you in response. « It was Nami’s, although Robin helped too. She said I would one hundred percent ‘get laid’ if I wore this. » You answered, head tilting towards the poor green bikini torn in pieces.
« That witch can go to hell. » Zoro groaned, but the raw tone of his voice was betrayed by the sweet caresses of his digits down your forearm.
« I mean, her plan did happen so I think it’s a win for her. It’s not like you regret what happened, mhm? » Alas, nothing but silence in return. « Zoro? » You called him, but an angel passed. « Zoro! » You repeated more sternly, and this time you were met with the sound of his snores— of course, typical Zoro fashion.
He’s a lot. If you get a crush on him, he’s had one on you when his eyes first landed on you
Although, having a crush on him is very hard emotionally because of how he treats other people and spoils them
He declares his love for you pretty constantly, but that’s with everyone so if you want to be in a committed relationship with him, you’ll have to make the first move. It would have to be a declaration of love or just straight up kissing him
This man is so oblivious to people who genuinely fall in love with him so he needs a straightforward “I am in love with you”
You’ll have to have a conversation with him on what you’re comfortable with him doing to other people. And patience is needed. He’s been used to acting a certain way for so long to others so if you want him to change his behavior, it takes time and patience
You do see he stops himself when it gets too far, but he wouldn’t be the man you fell for if he completely changed who he is
His memory is amazing. Your likes, dislikes, birthday, important events, allergies, you name it and he remembers it immediately
His love language is all of them. He just loves you and wants to spoil you, whether it be gifts, words, hugs, whatever it is you feel the most loved by, he’ll do it
For him, it’s a mix of quality time, physical touch, and words of admiration, things that he didn’t have the pleasure of knowing as a child
Let him use your lap as a pillow and play with his hair while telling him how lovely he is, please, he will melt and he deserves it
He tries to defend your honor a lot. Like if anyone looks at you way too long or a touch lingers for way too long, he’s already next to you and shooing the person away from you.
Gets violent if the person is persistent and you are really uncomfortable
Gets jealous and pouty easily, clinging onto you later when it’s just the two of you. Although it dissipates if you reciprocate his attention or do something that you only do to him in front of the other person
Example, if you’re chatting with someone and he’s getting pouty, peck his lips and he’s immediately dazed until your conversation is over
The celebrations after battles is usually him cooking for the crowds of people but afterward he is happy to look for you. He never says it out loud but he is very relieved that you make it through every battle. So he holds your hand constantly as you move around the celebration
He’s always cooking for you but if you ever turn the tables on him, you’ll probably make him faint
Sanji loves you so so much and is not afraid to express it to you, to the chagrin of the crew, but really he feels very blessed that you love him so he has to show it back
Author’s Note: Happy Birthday, Robin! I don’t have the time to edit this today but maybe in the upcoming week so apologies if there are any mistakes.
Nico Robin:
Before Ennies Lobby:
There’s a mystery around Robin that wants you to be near her but also cautious
She picks up on this pretty quickly so you’ll see hands pop up at random times, they’re either helpful or just to scare you
When it is to scare you, she tries to play it off by picking something up and bringing it to another crew member
You notice she observes a lot of the crew’s activities so if you sit with her, she’d be surprised
Hanging out in silence is surprisingly how her affection for you grows
Even when the two of you have discussions or deep conversations, it’s like she’s holding herself back from furthering a connection
You do catch some moments where her smiles are a bit more genuine, her teasings are a bit more affectionate but, once it slips out, she goes back to her usual demeanor
It’s like there’s a wall that she won’t let herself breakdown
After Ennies Lobby:
Just like everyone, she finds her little corner in the Sunny and has no problem with you there, especially after the emotional turmoil she went through
Your discussions before have moved to that spot and she speaks to you like that wall was never there before. She speaks to you about Saul and her mother and the librarians
During these moments, she seems to curl in on herself so initiate holding her hand
She seeks the physical comfort during the recollection of her memories so deep conversations evolve from holding hands to resting her head against your shoulder/head
It’s never spoken out loud, but there is a deeper relationship that builds… which also is solidified by her cupping your face and kissing you one night
The crew notices a chipper and more joyful Robin which means more of her odd humor. You might be the only one to find it endearing
She still does her arms popping up around you but now you have a “weapon”! When a hand pops up, just hold it and give her knuckles a kiss. Wherever she is, the crew will see her suddenly become red
She’s taller than a lot of women but she likes to rest her head on top of yours or your shoulder
It’s a lot of like taking care of bunch of children being a part of the Straw Hats so the moments of observation continue but sometimes she’ll look over to you and reflect on all her moments that led to this
Author Note: Requested! Happy Birthday, Killer! Wano Spoilers under bold so beware.
“Massacre Soldier” Killer:
Killer, despite his name and epithet, catches your attention from how he somehow doesn’t fit in his crew but also fits right in
You fall for him with his passion. He’s so silent and calm that when anyone brings up his dream or captain, that’s when you see the fire
There are moments where the two of you just sigh with each other when Kid is going on a rampage
You want to keep your crush on the down-low but it becomes increasingly harder with the fleeting touches he leaves on you
It’s small things like he mindlessly straightens a strand in your hair if it’s off or he faces you completely when you speak, but it’s flustering all the same
There’s a subtlety to Killer when it comes to you. But he knows what he’s doing. Touches that others fear are soft when it comes to you. Short responses turn to discussions that go late into the night. It’s something that happens gradually but you don’t mind
He’s become your confidant and he would say the same about you. Everyone, other than Kid, can see that he treats you in a special way so they are quick to push their captain out of the room, despite the yelling, so that he doesn’t ruin the moment (even though the two of you have way more moments than they have any idea about)
Living in denial is where you’re at. You’re quite content with how the relationship you have now because Killer would never see you as you wish he did… right?
Well, you’re no longer in denial when he slides his mask onto the top of his head and kisses you before you question it
His love is shown in private. His touches are fleeting in public like he brushes his hand on your waist when moving around you, or squeezing your shoulder in comfort.
He moves his mask in private and, once he does, you feel how much he trusts you and cares for you
He treats you with the same loyalty as he does with your captain and it’s present in the late-night talks, where he’ll brush his lips on your face.
WANO SPOILERS
With the effects of the SMILE fruit plaguing him, once he and Kid find you with the rest of the crew, he avoids you
He’s beyond happy that you’re okay but he can’t let you see him as he is. No matter how much he wants to scoop you in his arms and never let go, the involuntary laugh that leaves him reminds him of what has become of him and he loses confidence
He keeps his distance but doesn’t fully push you away so you have to be patient with what he is willing to give you. Stand near him, smile at him, don’t push him to take his mask off. He hates his laugh but, if you treat him as you did when you were shy and had a crush on him, it means more to him than anything.
Small moments like those not only remind him of your original pining for him but also that maybe you won’t mind what’s happened to him
It’s a small light when you get to Onigashima and, as you both follow your captain, you feel his pinky interlock with yours
Author Note: Requested! Happy Birthday to the first One Piece princess!
Princess Vivi:
(I’m a sucker for the Royalty/Regular ship so… I’m indulging myself)
You’re a big part of rebuilding Alabasta and work closely with the royal family, meeting Vivi when she returned to the throne with her father
She’s breathtaking, of course, she is, but it takes everything to keep yourself from looking like a fool in front of her. Even though you speak formally with her, your personality slips out and it makes her laugh, uh oh to your heart
Even though she takes her princess duties seriously, there are moments where it’s very obvious that her time with the Straw Hats have stuck with her
This, especially, when you are looking over plans to rebuild the hospital and the bluenette’s strands are hanging over the plans as she looks over your shoulder
Princess Vivi’s genuine love for the people is what the crush starts off as but it’s the Vivi Nefertari part that really propels it into much more
It’s when she sneaks out of the palace more and more that your hopes rise that she feels more for you too… until you crush your own hopes by reminding yourself that she is a princess
You send others in your place for meetings with the royals and help more with the physical labor
This goes on for too long until you get run over by Karoo. You’re faced with an angry duck and a teary princess, both glaring at you. She tries to demand an explanation from you but ends up venting her anger at you until she lets slip her own feelings
Even in her flustered state, she uses her emotions to pull you close and kiss you, emotions on both ends high and it was what the two of you were waiting for
Days don’t change much and they return to the way they were before but instead of the awkward and hesitant goodbyes, there are long embraces and promises of visiting the next day outside of rebuilding plans
She doesn’t keep the relationship a secret so it isn’t long until you’re confronted by Chaka and Pell and brought to the castle. You both get lectured by Igaram about how a royal should be looking for another royal
He’s just looking out for the princess but it’s not until the king gets involved that Igaram, begrudgingly, backs down
The king doesn’t accept quickly, but not because you’re a commoner, it’s because he wants to do the parent thing of getting to know his daughter’s partner
She has to be touching you in some way when you’re near. Subtle things. Sometimes she’ll smooth out your clothes or pick something out of your hair. Or she just holds your hand, hugs your arm, or hugs you when she’s less shy
Even though she doesn’t care about the riches of royalty, she’s aware of the privilege she holds so she would try to help you if you were really struggling
She likes being more independent after her adventures with the Straw Hats so she does whatever she can to help you out
Surprisingly, gets jealous if you have others that have crushes on you. She gets more affectionate in front of others until you reassure her in private
Kiss her forehead. Do it. You’ll see the usually confident princess flounder and hide her face
Your relationship with the princess, however, has made the castle be on high alert since dates usually end up being with her sneaking out and going on rides through the desert with Karoo
It’s kind of a painful experience for his crew watching the two of you. Killer wants to slam his head into a pillar and chuck his mask into the abyss with his captain sometimes
There’s not a confession, really. Just a declaration of “you’re mine!” especially if there was a chance of losing you and he was frustrated enough
His actions speak louder than words, with that being said, he has lowkey physical affection. Like if he’s jealous, he’ll straight up make out with you while glaring at the person who’s making him jealous. But he won’t like do vulnerable actions like kissing your forehead for example
The closest “I love you” is when you say it first and he goes “I’m with you, aren’t I? So you know how I feel”
“I love you” really only comes out when he’s feeling vulnerable or can sense that you need to hear it
He’s not used to soft touches and you’ll have to introduce him to them, it’s one of the for sure ways to embarrass him or get him flustered
It’s nice to think that he doesn’t get mad at you but it’s Kid. He sometimes picks fights because he’s always on the defense. Him and Killer have always had to defend themselves so he’s always on fight or flight mode
When he’s not so angry, he’ll try to act like everything is normal and you’ll have to bring up the argument and ask to properly make up
He hates when you’re around other captains. Like if you find Luffy endearing or Law cool, he’ll hide you behind him and pick a fight with them
Even with his hot-headedness, he takes the opinions of his crew highly with Killer and you being at the top
He doesn’t care for anniversaries or anything commemorative because he gives you little trinkets throughout your relationship whenever he feels like it so it doesn’t matter to him
He gets a big head whenever you brag about him or insist to others that he’s gonna be king with the One Piece. His crew believes in him too but there’s something about those comments coming from you that makes his ego inflate but also his heart
WANO SPOILERS UNDER HERE
Wano is where he’s dealing with the most emotional blows. He was in frustrated tears with what happened to Killer, if anything happened to you, his whole world would shatter
After he escapes prison with Killer and gathers his crew, you have to comfort him when no one is around and reassure him of his captain role
There is no calming him from his rage at Kaidoh, Apoo, or Hawkins, so don’t try to sway him away from that
Before the big battle, he takes you away to his private quarters. It’s not fear or hesitance that he shows you. It’s like he’s reassuring himself that you’re no longer locked away from him, that you’re actually there
He’s willing to face the Yonko alone if it meant avenging you and his friends. He’ll never give mercy to those that have hurt you
You look at him confused then look at the submarine, waiting for him to tell you what it means.
Your father uses his quirk to exchange the submarine for a pencil that was on your nightstand.
“This right here is a tree house” he says while showing it.
“… A tree house?” You look at him confused and doubtful.
Law chuckles at your reaction “Yes a tree house, I asked one of my friends to make it small, I built it with the gang when I was younger than you, on summer vacations, my gang and I would build it on Newgates backyard, Luffy-ya also built Merry Go Round there and did the same thing as I did, Nami or Usopp should have it”
He fixes himself and looks at you serious “This is how much I love and trust you” he puts the submarine on your hands as you hold it dearly.
“A friend of mine has the quirk to change an object size, that’s my whole childhood on your hands”
You put it on your lap and looks at it carefully, seeing all the details and that it was actually a submarine in small scale “Why are you doing this?” You frown and look at him.
“I’m sorry, I know I haven’t been the best dad in the world, or even a good one at that… I haven’t been the father you deserve, my kindhearted daughter” he holds your face with his big tattooed and and caresses your cheek with his thumb “I have been neglectful on America, and for that it took me years to notice that you were suffering in the hands of the person that gave birth to you, and for that I am-”
Your father’s eyes start to water as he looks at you, as he REALLY looks at you, your eyes may be e/c, but are shaped just like his, same goes to nose, even if a bit more delicate and soft looking, he has no doubts that you are his daughter.
“You mean the world to me, and I have done a shitty job of showing it, I am sorry for neglecting you, I am sorry for avoiding you, I am sorry not protecting you, I am sorry for having such a terrible mother I-” he hiccups and start to cry no longer being able to hold it back, his tears matching yours.
“Dad-”
“No” he shakes his head “don’t try to cover up, it was my mistake, as your father I should know better, I should do better, it wasn’t fair to you, and I don’t plan on ignoring my mistakes, I want to be your friend, to be someone you can trust, so please give me some time, so that I can be better for both of us, can you wait just a little longer?”
You nod eagerly and hug him very tight.
Law smiles and hugs you back both crying softly “Let’s do better, our family may be small but-” he chuckles petting your back “my friends can help in any place that I’m lacking, and also tell me when I’m being an asshole”
You giggle and part the hug “thank you dad” he caresses your face gently again and kisses both of your cheeks.
Giggling you push him away from you and pick up the yellow submarine that was on your lap “So you are giving it to me?”
He hums and shake his head “Not yet, maybe when you take the provisional license then we can talk about it”
Law uses his quirk to put the submarine back inside the bottle “Don’t forget to start thinking of your hero costume, since you will pass and get in UA’s hero course”
“You think so?” You look at him hopeful, and he smiles back at you getting up.
“I know so, but even if you don’t, there are other hero schools around Japan, I’m sure you can get in to Shiketsu, but that won’t be necessary”
“And why is that?” You tilt your head.
“Because you are receiving help from the Newgates, and they are the best at what they do, let me review what you did today?”
You groan thinking about all the homework “I think I’m dropping out”
Law laughed at that “No you’re not, I know you better than that, come on” he waits by the door and cross his arms.
You huff and get up following him to the couch where you tell and revise everything you had that day.
…
That was your daily routine, each morning and afternoon you had training and the classes, separated by good food and a much-needed break, some naps and lots of interaction with everyone, making you more out there, and more social, not that you notice.
But on the weekends hen you have free time you spend it with Izuku, making the two of you very close, you even meet his trainer that was kind of weird but you meet weirder people, but he was extremely skinny.
And today was just another Saturday with the two of them.
…
“And he just bounced off before we could finish training!* You say angrily while sitting on a bench with Toshinori-san, watching Midoriya dragging more stuff off the beach.
Toshinori-san laughs to the point of spitting blood and quickly cleans his mouth.
"I’m sure that his friends needed him” he tries to help, but fails miserably.
“Oh yeah?” You ask and quickly scrolls through your photo album, then you show him a picture of Luffy with his friend eating giant donuts “He’s helping with what? Cooking?” You huff at it.
(Official artwork+not mine)
“They had the audacity to post it! Urgh! I’m so angry!!”
Toshinori-san sighs and shakes his head “he must really like to eat”
You huff “he loves it, he prefers meat, but he would never say no to food”
“After that what did you do? Since he wouldn’t be able to help with your training?” He asks trying to not fall back to silence.
“Ace had to call Sabo, but he was busy, so Nami helped the best she could” you shiver at the memory of running from lightning and feeling the hair of your arms raise from thinking about it “gods, I hope Sabo-san answers next time”
You shout for Izuku to keep it up and go stand next to him trying to cheer him on.
Toshinori just watches silently, he doubts everything you tell him, he never heard of the Newgates family of pros, or anything about the “Straw hats”, or any other person you talk about.
But he knows you didn’t lie, since he does know those people you talk about, but they aren’t heroes, they are teachers and doctors and nurses or models, none of them were pro heroes, he would know if they were.
So he just thinks that you are lying to a random stranger as a way to protect yourself, even if he knows Izuku, it wouldn’t mean that he was to be trusted.
Toshinori decided to go along with your words and ask questions to try and pick any lie, but you never shy away from his questions or say anything in a way that isn’t what you told earlier.
Izuku didn’t tell you that he was All Might, only that he is a hero and wanted to train young Midoriya.
You loved to cheer him on.
…
After training, you two jogged to a lamen place near the beach.
“You did better this time!” You say while waiting for your food.
“You think so?” He asks hopeful.
“Hell yeah! I’m sure you’re going to make it in time, last week seemed harder for you, you’re progressing just fine”
Izuku sniff and start to cry softy, with a smile on his face.
Two bowls of lamen are served for the two of you, and a portion of kara-age with it.
You drink your tea and start to eat, he does the same.
“It’s a shame that Toshinori-san had to go, this is really good”
Izuku nods “He’s a busy man! Maybe next time?”
You nod and focused on eating.
“Did I ever question you on your quirk?” He asks himself.
Shrugging “Don'know" you say between bites.
"I think that-”
“Izuku… Please stop talking, you need your energy back, and I have some extra classes after this”
“I’m sorry! I just- wait! Extra classes? Aren’t you like… Homeschooled?” He asks ignoring your glare.
“Yes” you sigh and looks away “I’m bad at geography, Nami is giving me more classes after this”
He chuckles and looks at his bowl of food.
“What’s funny about that?” You ask defensive.
He quickly shakes his hands “I’m not laughing at you! It’s just… You’re so good at a lot of things! I never thought that you would be bad at something like that”
“I’m actually bad at a lot of things! I don’t know how you can see only the good part” you tie your hair up as it starts to get in your food.
“Really?! Like what?” Izuku opens his notebook and takes a pencil, read to start writing.
You hum and look up thinking a little “I’m a very bad singer! I’m bad at sleeping-”
He looks weirdly at you “wait- how can you be bad at sleeping?”
You chuckle “The only reason for me to not have deep eye mark of sleepless nights is because of my daily skin care routine! Robin and Nami are very good at giving advice” nodding to yourself, you eat more before talking.
“But again.. I’m not very good at running, I have a weird obsession with hearts, and I dislike the color pink, I’m bad at dancing and paying attention, I’m very luck that the Newgates opened their arms for me, I would be having a very hard time with classes and with japanese in general, too much etiquette rules, also my calligraphy is very shitty” you finish eating and drinking your tea.
Izuku looks back at his bowl just to see all his lamen had turned cold and soggy “My food!” He panics.
You laugh at him “next time eat first” getting up you pat his shoulder twice “I have to get going, Nami is a very hardheaded teacher”
Stopping by the door you turn back to him “oh! I will start to train with my quirk, so I won’t be able to meet you for the next month or so”
He jumps out of his chair and runs to you “but we only have three months more before the test!!”
“So?” You ask tilting your head.
“We-… We won’t be able to see each other until the test?” He questions while looking down with a frown.
You look at his sad form and pats his head “Hey… We will be talking with each other by text, don’t be like that Izuku, I’m not dying”
He chuckles at that and looks at you still sad “I know it’s just… You’re my first friend since kachaan, and… I really like being with you…”
“I like being with you too, you are my first Japanese friend, but it’s just for a while…. If you are sooooo sad about it… We can pink promise on it” you say raising your hand with the pinky up.
He smiles and nods his head interlocking his pinky with yours “that we will see each other in a few months?”
You shake your head “that we will see each other inside the classroom after the test!”
He takes a deep breath in and nods with a big smile on his face and tearful eyes “Inside UA! As classmates!”
The two of you shake your hand with the pinky interlocking.
…
“I’m home~” you say with no energy Name’s class was hell on earth.
Looking at the shoe rack you notice another pair of shoes besides your or your father’s.
"In the kitchen!”
You go to the kitchen to ask about the shoes but stops as you see a man sitting on the chair of the kitchen.
He looks back at you and waves a little.
You wave back and goes to your dad to bury your face on his back as he prepares your bento for tomorrow “dad… Who’s that?” You ask whispering.
He turns around and hugs you tightly “That’s my colleague, Y/n, say hi to Aizawa Shouta”
WARNINGS:MENTIONS OF PAST NON-CON/DUB CON, SOFT ZORO, STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, SOFT SEX, PENETRATIVE SEX, YANDERE, IMPLIED KIDNAPPING.
You have never seen him like this, maybe it’s the moonlight, or the lighting, maybe you’re getting too caught up on the atmosphere, but tonight he looks ethereal. His dark eye glimmers under the dim light that enters through the window of your shared room. His skin, tan and rough is pressed against yours. Your breath hitches, and he presses a hand over your mouth to shut you up. He always does this, tries not to hurt you but you always end up being so noisy over nothing. Sometimes he calls you a coward and tells you to just shut up and take it, other times he kisses your forehead, slips a finger over your tongue and presses it down as he tells you you’re doing great and he’s almost done.
But tonight, you gently tap his arm, your eyes are pleading for something only two lovers would understand with only a look. He slowly lifts his hand, and with a gentle touch he places his palm over yours, he almost flinches when you close your fingers and wrap his hand gently. He can feel his heartbeat fasten and his breath gets irregular. And for the first time, you both smile, swallowing harshly, you link both of your hands together as he starts moving inside you. His smirk is small, barely noticeable, so calm and perfect. He looks so pretty. You want to kiss him, but you’re too shy to ask him. Instead you only stare into his eye. Your moans and gasps are soft, so that the others will not be disturbed by the noise. He groans in your ear, lowering his head so that his hot breath tickles your neck just enough to make you shiver a bit.
— Zoro… — your mewl is soft, the grip in his hand tightens as he groans again, you’re getting tighter down there and he can feel it. Soon enough, you’re both cumming.
— Y/n… — he mumbles back now, removing a couple of loose strands of hair from your face, making you shyly smile as he softly traces your cheeks — what has gotten into ya’ tonight? Ya’ normally aren’t as well behaved.
— Just wanted to be good tonight. Why are you complaining?
— ‘M not complaining, just confused — he lifts you up a little so now you’re resting your body on top of him instead of beside him — Thank you’ for being so good for me, promise I’ll make it up with something’. I love ya’ a ton, pretty.
The nickname makes you coy, hiding your face in his chest. He chuckles softly, before kissing your forehead and getting ready to sleep.
WARNINGS: LITTLE TO NO YANDERE, TODDLER!READER, PLATONIC YANDERE, WHITEBEARD MOCKS READER FOR BEING A SHY KID.
It’s been a while since the whitebeard pirates had a toddler. Everyone on board is looking at you with awe. You’re a cute kid, well, every kid is cute, but you’re specially cute. All of their eyes are in you, twinkling as you tremble like a leaf and hide behind Whitebeard’s legs. They all coo at you when you do so, and he can’t help but chuckle loudly at your coyness.
— Thought you were a tough one! Look at you all shy now — he teases at you, and you can’t help but puff your cheeks as you pout in annoyance, embarrassed at his words. Still, you keep hiding behind him as his crew laughs alongside him. He then pushes you in front of him, trying to keep his strength under control so he won’t hurt you.
— They’re all good men, y/n. You’ll be safe here now. We’re all a big family! — he laughs again, and as he sees you hesitate to take a step, he takes your hand, so small compared to his massive one and makes you walk towards his crew. Still guiding you, he makes you handshake one of his crewmates.
— Nice to meet you, y/n — the man smiles kindly at you, making you smile as well. Much more confident now, you greet everyone on board. Your tiny hand still safely wrapped around Whitebeard’s.
As soon as Ace sees you, his eyes lighten. He feels like he has been carrying with the weight of the world this past couple of weeks, but now that he’s so close to having you in his arms he can’t help but instantly relax. His smirk is replaced by a genuine smile, wide and toothy as he runs towards you. You open your arms for him, letting his heat embrace you completely. He hugs you tight, and as always, he greets you with a kiss before you two can hug tightly, he lifts you over the ground for a second, his strength and height making it easy for him to do so. He straddles you a little in the air, tempted to spin you around as if you were in a romantic comedy.
— Ace! I missed you so much! I’m so happy you’re here again.
— I’m finally here, my love. I just wanted to see your beautiful face again.
He peppers small kisses all over your face, making you giggle as he cages you with his body, trapping you in a tight grip.
— You’re squishing me, you idiot! — you giggle
— Couldn’t care less, plus, you’re super squishable so it’s your fault.
There it is again, the smirk that makes your heart race. You hug him once again, hiding your face in his naked chest.
— I missed you so much, please don’t ever leave again.
— Don’t worry, honey. I missed you so much all of those miserable weeks, but I plan so that you and I won’t ever be apart again.
i love this man so much i want him to be real so i can kiss and love him like he deserved. Yamato you lucky motherfucker how does it feel to have had him.
The Disadvantages Of Dating One Piece Characters P4
Sabo - Will aggressively tell you about his brothers “Have I told you about the time…” and even if you say yes he’ll come up with another. - One of those argumentative little shits that needs to be right in an argument. - As soon as politics are mentioned you wont be able to get a word in edge-ways, no one can. - Often forgets things - Will get so wrapped up in things he loses all track of time. - Has a resting ‘I’ll murder you in your sleep face’ even though he’s sweet.
Law - You can never tell if he’s joking or not about inappropriate things like stealing organs. - Corrects your spelling, always. - Corrects you if you miss pronounce or use a word incorrectly. - You will always be second to a polar bear. - Most flirting goes over his head. - “Well, actually..” - Lawsplains - Resting bitch face - Does not know how to sugar coat anything
Corazon - Can’t drink out of a bottle without making a dramatic mess out of himself. - Smokes loads and never washes his hands after. - When you cry he cries and all your fights are just incoherent sobbing and whining sounds. - Trips over fucking nothing - Falls asleep on the couch and almost burns your house down - Comes with 13 year old whose actually an 80 year old man in a 13 year olds body and who will call you a bitch to your face. - Related to Doffy
Kid - You will never win a fight because he will literally steal your storm off and make it more dramatic then you ever could have. - He’ll come back just to slam the door again and louder. - If you slam the door he’ll come back and slam the door harder [thanks wife] - Ah just you, your husband Kid and his boyfriend Killer, perfect. - Uses your makeup and never puts the lids back on or replaces it. - Out of spite hides all the spoons so you have to eat rice with a fork, cunt. [rice is easier to eat with a spoon then a fork but I am aware I derped derp]
Killer - Will always have the nicer hair - Sometimes you have no idea if he’s even awake when your talking to him, it’s silence in there. - I hope you like pasta cus that’s all he can or will cook. - Wears your shirts, even better if his tiddies bust out of them, you lose more polka dot shirts that way. - Have to talk him out of wearing the mask to bed. - Comes with a Kid
summary: If you live in this area and are not a gang member, you are an old drunk thrown on the streets, a phantom in society, or dead.
highlight:¨What is it?¨ you encouraged him, who looked hesitant ¨Come on, I know the deal I made.¨
warning: none? I hope there are not many grammar mistakes tho
notes:If you´re still here, thank you for waiting! If you´re new, take a seat, help yourself!
There you were, again, on his front doorstep, holding a bag. It was another chilly Wednesday night, a couple of days passed, and you were feeling almost one hundred percent back on your feet.
One Piece Men’s Reactions When you Chomp on their Chests — Part Two
A/N: The (probably not) so long awaited part two to this crack nonsense is now done! Thanks for getting Part One to 1k notes as well! I’m glad my thirst is likeable honestly I was a little more playful with the reactions here than the last part? I think this group makes for more varied reactions rather than confusion like I had the last time, so it was VERY fun to write them all out and get to be silly (and a little spicy) with them all. It’s been a bit since I’ve written properly, so sorry in advanced if this is not very well written or is a little OOC! I have plans for a part 3, so hopefully that one will turn out a bit better.
◇Luffy was sat atop his usual spot in the front of the Thousand Sunny, eagerly looking around for new islands and new adventures while you clung to his chest. You hummed as you burrowed yourself further into him, his arms wrapped around you as he watched the horizon. In your relaxed state, you let your mind wander, and a surprising thought crossed your mind—what would it feel like to bite Luffy? You two had kissed so many times, and you felt the stretchiness of his skin…but would biting him feel strange? Without letting yourself think twice about it, you took a big mouthful of his chest into your mouth—admiring the strange texture of a tough bubblegum between your teeth before letting him go. “Uh…Y/N? What are you doing? Are you hungry? You want Sanji to cook you some meat?” Luffy asked, head tilted and confused expression on his face. You sunk down a bit “Sorry Luffy, I wondered what it’d be like to bite you…being made of rubber and all.” Luffy didn’t take more than a second to process what you said, laughing loudly in response. “Oh, okay! I just thought you were really hungry or something.”
One Piece Men’s Reactions when you Bite their B**bies — Part One
A/N: I warned you all this was stupid. I’ve had this dumb idea in my head for about a month now; and men from One Piece are notoriously tit heavy, so my mind went to “what would happen if you took just a lil nom?” They just look SO chompable? They might be OOC or a bit repetitive, but Idc, I just wanted to unleash them all on you.
If you guys like this nonsense though I’ll release more parts with as many big tiddy men as suggested. Also thanks to @doctorgerth for enabling this thought process, I hope you’re proud of this horrible brain worm
◇ Zoro was passed out, his deep snoring echoing across the unusually quiet and empty deck of the Sunny. Most of the crew was below, while you had decided to stay behind and enjoy the rare quiet, moment you got alone with your boyfriend—snuggled up against his warm, bare torso as you enjoyed a good book. You nuzzled yourself further into him, head pressed against the softness of his muscular chest. The longer you lingered against him, and the louder his snores got, a terrible idea crossed your mind. You quietly laid down your book, and turned to face the sleeping pirate, not hesitating to take a small mouthful of his pecs into your mouth, biting them just enough that the swordsman flinched awake. “OI! WHAT THE HELL?!” He jumped, practically throwing you off of his lap, “What was that for?” He asked rubbing the slightly reddened skin near his scar, his expression annoyed. You shrugged, “They just looked so soft, I wanted to know what it’d be like to bite them.” He glared at you for a minute, before rolling his good eye and allowing himself to relax again. “A little warning would be great next time you weirdo.”
Most Likely to… [Horror Movie Edition] (Various x GN!Reader)
A/N: Hello, my lovely stars! As a fellow lover and self-proclaimed connoisseur of horror movies (slashers are my favorite), I wanted to whip up some headcanons about how One Piece men would act with you while watching a scary movie! Thank you to my lovely lucelence girls @simpforroses@fireflykaizokuand@the-witch-of-one-piece for their help on these collaborative headcanons! I am really happy knowing many of you enjoy reading these as much as we enjoy writing these! We always have a good smile and laugh while making them! I hope you enjoy reading~ ⭐✨
Warnings: mentions of blood and gore (because they are horror movies)
Cuddles you closely while watching the movie to comfort you
Knowing how scared you are while watching horror movies, they will be sure to make you feel safe in their warm, loving embrace. Whenever a scary or suspenseful part is nearing, they will grab a hold of your hand, squeezing with reassurance to calm your rapid heartbeat. Your fear washes away from their comfort, making you feel a bit more confident in yourself regarding the scary movie. Even if they may be a little scared themselves, they will be strong just for you.
Not phased at all by the suspenseful scenes, jump scares, or the movie overall
They aren’t really one for horror movies because they find that they are a little boring, however, they are always willing to watch it with you since they get to spend time with their beloved. During the movie, they would keep a straight face, unbothered by the sudden jump scares or the killer chase scenes. In a way, they act as your pillar of strength during the movie if you are scared. If you cling onto them out of fear, they will hold you close, rubbing your back to calm you down.
Criticizes the unrealistic gore and stupid decisions made by characters
They can’t help but point out all of the movie’s faults; the inaccurate way blood spurts out of the body, the oblivious behavior and dumb decisions made by the characters (such as going down a dark basement alone), the horrible CGI effects, and the stupid plot overall. Whenever a character makes a dumb decision, they will roll their eyes and scoff in annoyance before saying “Seriously?! Does that even make sense to do something risky like that?!” They would be rather expressive with their frustrations and issues with the movie, making you giggle the entire time.
Akainu, Crocodile, Daifuku, Doflamingo, Enel, Hawkins, Iceburg, King, Law (as a doctor, he cannot be silent while witnessing such atrocities with the unrealistic gore), Lucci, Mihawk, Paulie, Perospero, Wyper, Zoro
Tries to make you laugh to distract you from your fear
If you’re more of the scared type, they will make it their mission to get many laughs out of you during the movie. They would point out all of the issues about the movie and joke about them, either saying “Wow, this CGI and animation is horrible! It looks like something out of Microsoft Powerpoint,” or “Do these people have any functioning brain cells? Since when did going out alone while knowing a killer is on the loose make sense?” Thanks to them, you would feel a little less tense during the movie, laughing at their comments and remarks. They want you to enjoy the movie without being scared so making you laugh is a necessity.
Ace, Aokiji, Brook (makes many ‘humerus’ bone jokes), Cracker, Franky, Garp, Haruta, Kizaru, Luffy (unintentionally, he just thinks the horrible CGI is hilarious), Marco, Oden, Rayleigh, Roger, Shanks, Thatch, Usopp, Vista, Whitebeard, Yamato
Tries to act tough for you but is scared
Though they would try their hardest to maintain a straight face, they would fall for nearly every jump scare in the movie, screaming and clinging onto you like a child. However, they will never admit that they are scared, even if you ask. They would chuckle at your question before responding “Me? Scared? Not in the slightest, babe.” It is an obvious lie but you play along with it, looking at their hardy facial expression drop into one of anxiousness whenever a suspenseful scene comes on and giggling to yourself.
Bartolomeo, Bellamy, Brook (even though he himself is undead, he still gets scared), Buggy, Chopper (platonic), Heat, Kid (is very embarrassed afterward), Penguin, Rosinante, Sanji, Shachi, Vander Decken, Usopp
Eats all the popcorn before the movie even starts
“Hey, where did the popcorn go?” “Oh… that was for both of us?”
Luffy
Falls asleep during the movie from how boring the plot is
“Oh my god, the killer is right behind her-”*snores* “I- Babe… are you sleeping?”
Ace
Decides whether or not you should watch a horror movie using his cards
“Hmmm…”*stares at his cards* “There is a 90% chance you will have trouble falling asleep tonight after watching this movie. Are you sure you want to watch this, love?”
Hawkins
Comforts you with his beauty after a jumpscare
“Oh no, you’re trembling, my dear! Here, come look at my beautiful face to wash away all of your fears!” *grabs your face and angles your chin up so your eyes meet as sparkles and rose petals manifest around him*
Cavendish
Too fabulous to be scared of anything (other than bad fashion)
“The scariest thing about this movie is that horrible outfit the killer is wearing! Who wears denim on top of denim?!”
Bon Clay, Cavendish, Ivankov
Downplays the entire horror movie because he is a walking horror himself
“This isn’t scary! If you want to see something scary, you can just look at me! I am but a pile of bones!” *wiggles his limbs around, making creepy skeleton noises* “ YOHOHOHO~” Brook
the truth slips out when you accept kid’s challenge
1.3k words
a/n: i’m so done working on this so please consider this my poor attempt at building sexual tension (100% sfw tho, so don’t worry!)
“just so you know,” you huff. “you’re wrong.”
kid pushes his goggles up. he stares at you, standing at the edge of his work table with your arms crossed and your expression teeming with venom. displeasure is written all over your face, and you look at him as if you can barely stand to be in the same room as him.
can you believe that kid still thinks you look sexy as hell?
unbeknownst to you, he smirks at his own admission, and the act only irritates you further. you click your tongue.
“you think i’m wrong about a lot of things,” kid puts his tools down and spins his stool around to face you. “so you’re going to have to be a bit more specific, sweetheart.”
you hate it when he uses that nickname and he knows it. it’s sugar-coated, condescending, and worst of all, it makes you blush and feel certain things that you do not want to be feeling.
you clear your throat, “about yesterday. you’re wrong.”
ah. kid remembers how last night’s conversation agitated you, and how you protested, contested, violently rejected his theory. and yet, he’s still convinced that he’s right; the denial is all in your head.
he leans back against his work bench, elbows resting on the counter as he looks you up and down. he’s not even trying to be subtle in the way he studies you. you squirm under his gaze because it always feels like he sees right through you when he looks at you like that. with his scarlet eyes, fiery and compelling, it takes everything in you not to get pulled in.
“so,” kid finally says. there is so much weight in the word and you brace yourself for whatever bullshit he’s going to say next.
“you still don’t think you have a crush on me?”
to say it was a heated argument last night would be an understatement. the memory of kid’s smug face has your blood boiling; the audacityof him to suggest that you feel anything other than sheer annoyance. the way your heart rate doubles when he’s around, how your cheeks heat up and you get all worked up — if that’s not hate then what could it be?
“why would ihave a crush on you?” you scoff.
“oh, man,” he grins. “there are so many reasons why.”
in the split second before kid opens his mouth again, you see exactly where he’s about to go.
“wait, you’re not actually gonna-”
he speaks over you, cutting off any chance for you to protest. “first of all, i’m insanely strong and talented and smart-”
you roll your eyes, but kid pays no mind.
“-not to mention that i am one of the supernovas-”
“big deal, so is killer.”
“-and arguably the most attractive one.”
you snort. some absolute airhead might be absurd enough to interpret kid’s arrogant attitude as an actual, attractive attribute, but not you.
there is nothing attractive about the way he grins devilishly, his stained lips upturned in a way that makes him look even more boyish. the way that his fangs dig into his lips every time he smirks is infuriating at best — not charming — and your heart is definitely not fluttering when he leans in close to say,
“oh? so you aren’t even attracted to me?”
you falter when he meets your gaze, his eyes taunting and coloured with desire.
kid wants you - that much is obvious. he’s wanted you since he first laid eyes on you, and he’s made it clear with all of his flirting, innuendos and suggestive little comments that he’s determined to win you over.
because eustass kid always gets what he wants.
and when he rises to his feet, deliberately approaching you like a lion stalking his prey, he has a feeling that he’s about to get what he wants.
“that’s right,” you say, but it comes out a little quieter and a little less forceful than you would’ve liked.
he smiles. kid can sense the shift in your body language; your breathing falls in line with his own, the tension in your shoulders eases, and your eyes start to betray you. they darken as he pushes his limits and moves even closer to you.
you hold your breath when kid stops in front of you.
“then prove it,” he says.
“kiss me.”
your heart stops. he can’t be serious.
oh, but he is.
“kiss me and prove me wrong,” kid insists. “if you feel zero attraction for me, then it’s no big deal, right?”
kid has to make a conscious effort not to laugh at his own genius. he’s got you cornered — not kissing him only confirms that he’s right and kissing him means that he finally lets a taste of what he’s been chasing all this time.
you’re caught in a checkmate and you know it. the only way out of this is to kiss him, or he’ll never stop teasing you.
but it’ll be fine, right? it’s not like you actually like him. if you think of this as nothing more than a physical interaction that shuts him up permanently, it really is no big deal. you’re both adults; it’ll be fine.
as long as you can get your heart to stop racing.
“fine,” you say as nonchalantly as you can. “i’ll kiss you.”
the gleeful grin that stretches across kid’s face makes you want to slap him. he chuckles — a low sound that resonates deep within his chest.
“perfect.”
it’s like a spell falls unto his workspace and every part of you becomes hyper aware of kid. he’s not even touching you but your skin feels hot and prickly. he smells like iron and salt air, and his eyes flicker with fire.
kid watches you struggle to stay composed when he inches closer and closer to you. your gaze flicker to his lips and something carnal grows inside him at the way you’re looking at him.
when he’s but a breath away from you, he pauses.
the truth is, as much as he’s enjoying the thrill of finally getting what he wants, there is a part of him that knows how real this is. his feelings for you are deeper and truer than what he makes them out to be — maybe even more than he even realizes.
you’re not really sure when you closed your eyes, or how long you waited until he finally kissed you, but when he does, any remaining fight left in you dissipates.
in contrast to his rough personality, his lips are soft — oh-so, so, so soft. and where you expected to get burnt by fire, you are instead met with a warm glow that courses through your veins. you’re unsure if it started from his lips or from his hands that are now gripping your waist, but it doesn’t even matter anymore.
you want more.
more, is what you think as your fingertips tug at his hair and pull him even closer. more, is what he thinks as his hands roam your body and he swallows every sweet moan of yours. more, and more, and more as your lips make up for lost time.
kid nearly keens at the feeling of your nails against his back. how you gasp when he grabs you is intoxicating. he’s hot all over, and hunger grows every time your lips part to invite him in.
but there is one thing he needs to do before he accepts the invitation.
it takes every ounce of self-control for kid to pull away instead of devouring you right then and there, and the way you whimper leaves him weak in the knees. you look at him, breathless with eyes blown wide and lips so beautifully, wonderfully puckered.
“so,” the single syllable is heavy with lust, and kid’s eyes are dark but triumphant.
“you still don’t think you have a crush on me?”
you growl, out of both annoyance and arousal, and kid smirks when you say,
ace somehow ends up cooking? and accidentally confessing?
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a/n: not me, coming back to this 10 times because i kept telling myself there wasn’t enough fluff
the kitchen is ace’s favourite spot on the moby dick because he can find all things that he likes most there — food, food, and more food.
he hums as he pulls the fridge open to survey his options, taking a moment to scan the shelves before finally deciding on a pudding. just as he stuffs both cheeks with sugary, creamy custard, you walk into the kitchen.
actually, walking wouldn’t be an accurate description. you waddle in with heavy footsteps, bulging grocery bags piled high in your hands. ace swiftly darts out of the way lest he gets taken down by a sack of potatoes.
you plop the groceries down with a sigh and catch your breath before your eyes land on the wavy-haired commander.
“ace, hi! i didn’t see you there.”
you wear a smile of delighted surprise, and both his heart and lips respond with a smile of their own. even out of breath, brushing your hair out of your face, you are so lovely and sweet that you put ace’s afternoon snack to shame.
he realizes with a start that he’s staring at you longer than what would be socially acceptable. clearing his throat, he scoops another mouthful of pudding and points at the groceries you’re unpacking.
“what’s all that?”
“dinner,” you set down shrimps, potatoes, carrots, and… cream cheese?
ace raises his eyebrow.
you look down at the strange combination of ingredients and laugh at his confusion, “the 4th division picked paella today, but pops made a special request for carrot cake, so that’s what all this is.”
ace nods like this makes absolute sense and he knows exactly why you bought the cream cheese (was it for the paella? or the carrot cake?).
after you finish unpacking, you turn around as if you’ve just remembered something.
“wait, what are you doing in here?”
he raises the pudding cup in his hand.
“snacking,” you both say in unison.
if ace didn’t hadn’t finished the rest of his snack right then and there, he’s almost sure that his face would’ve split from how wide his grin was. spoon in his mouth, he manages (what he hopes is) a still devilishly handsome smile.
for a moment, ace could swear that you’re blushing but you turn away before he can confirm.
“so,” you say. “any chance that you like cooking as much as you like eating?”
he makes a face, “eh. i’m a disaster in the kitchen.”
“but you’re always in here!”
“yup,” he licks his spoon before putting it in the sink, “and it’s because the fridge is my best friend. but me and the stove?”
he sidles next to you, making a show of glaring at the stove before he leans in close. holding a hand to his face, he whispers, “we’re sworn enemies.”
at his poor acting, you burst into laughter and ace grins to himself. what a wonderful feeling to be the reason for your smile.
“well, you could always make new allies,” you slide him a vegetable peeler. “the utensils are very friendly, you know.”
“hmm, i don’t know… i’ve got a busy day of napping ahead of me…”
“nap later! dinner is in 3 hours and i haven’t event started-”
“that’sso much time!”
“not for an entire crew of pirates, it isn’t!”
you give him your best puppy dog eyes, and ace thinks that it must be illegal for someone to hold that much power in a single look.
“c'mon ace. pretty please?”
pretty indeed — very, very pretty.
so here he stands, armed with a carrot in one hand and a peeler in the other.
soon enough, the kitchen is overtaken by the rhythmic sound of your knife against the cutting board and ace’s hands fall suit to match your pace.
he moves the peeler in one swift motion. chop. he spins the carrot. chop.peel.chop.spin.chop.
his brain goes into autopilot, letting his attention travel to the main attraction of the kitchen. truth be told, one of the reasons why ace spends so much time here is because you’realways here.
ace watches as you prepare the veggies with focus. like always, there’s a joy in your concentration and the way you move is akin to watching an artist in their studio. you’re so caught up in your cooking that it seems like you’ve forgotten ace is beside you.
your eyes stay glued to the cutting board — which is an absolute shame.
because if you were looking at ace, you’d catch him staring at you. if you were looking, you’d see the most tender, loving expression that a man could gift anyone. you’d see how he marvels at you like the first explorer to stumble upon the breaking dawn, committing to memory the discovery he’s made — a magical, wondrous picture that one could only hope to find.
the sun rests in that sweet spot just before it sets, casting golden shadows on everything in the kitchen. sunset hues paint you the perfect shade of beauty — loose tendrils kissing your cheeks, sunlight falling along the curves of your face, a joyful smile that crinkles your eyes and lights up his entire day.
if you were looking, you’d know without a doubt that ace is irrevocably, hopelessly, dangerously in love with you.
and you leave him breathless, speechless, when you glance in his direction. a giggle leaves your lips — a beautiful, beautiful thing — and you look up to meet his eyes.
“do you have a vendetta against the peeler too?”
he looks down at the carrot in his hands, whittled down to a size that could only be appropriate for pixies. a delightful look of embarrassment takes over his face and you laugh again.
this time, it’s the kind of laughter that’s infectious and welcoming, and it doesn’t take long for ace to accept the invitation. his own laughter is playful and sweet alongside yours — the way happiness is supposed to sound when you spend time with someone you love.
“i guess you’re right,” he gestures towards the peeler, “i don’t think we can be friends.”
“butwe’refriends,” you pass him another carrot. “and friends help friends make dinner so let’s try again, hm?”
friends. what a detestable word. it stews in his mind, ugly and irritating, until he can’t take it any more and he blurts,
“what if we weren’t?”
you look at him, taken aback.
oh god, now he’s done it.
“what?” you sound hurt. “did i do something?”
shit.he back pedals, “no, nothing like that. that’s not what i meant. you- you didn’t do anything.”
“then…?”
ace takes a deep breath; he’s already dug himself a hole - might as well dive right in.
he ignores his nerves and tries to channel his usual flirty self. he fixes his eyes on that damned vegetable peeler on the counter.
“what if i wasn’t your friend,” he says as nonchalantly as possible. “and i was your boyfriend instead?”
a beat. then—
“well, boyfriends still have to help with dinner.”
his head snaps up. your tone isn’t unkind, and something like hope rises in his chest. that doesn’t sound like the rejection he was expecting. he musters enough courage to make eye contact with you, and he’s so glad that he did.
there’s a teasing smile on your lips, and you look at him with hearts in your eyes, “and for the record, i would like that very much.”
ace has spent a lot of time memorizing every wonderful, beautiful smile of yours but this one is new. this one is shy and golden, and it could be ace’s favourite one yet.
the kitchen is ace’s favourite spot on the moby dick because he can find all the things that he likes most there — meat, ghost peppers, spaghetti, and most of all, you.
