𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⠀﹒୨𝑒 nsfw, based on this ask

with a quiet huff, you rummaged through your clothes, after shuffling through hangers you’ve decided to pull out the whole wardrobe onto your bed and start from there instead of pulling outfit after outfit. the accumulated clothes flew around your room, discarded for not being good enough—not when you wanted to look your best for your on-deck crush.

you’ve been like that for a couple of minutes, wearing only a cute set of underwear while you looked through your clothes. it was a simple lacy set that always got you a boost of confidence, and today you wanted to see if sanji would like to have a drink with you after dinner. you hummed a soft tune as you pick a skirt from the pile on your bed and walked over to the mirror to check it out.

that’s when you hear the door open, the loud creek of wood startling you. “my lady, have you seen the—”

sanji stood there, paralyzed with his mouth open, almost slack-jawed and face beet-red. his visible eye was open with shock and the cigarette almost fell down to the floor. you could see his nostrils flare, you’ve known him enough to know that was a major nosebleed threatening to occur. the wheels were obviously turning inside his head, but the shock of walking in on you, seeing you in nothing but that lacy underwear that covered practically nothing must have him frozen in place.

you huffed and covered yourself with the nearest blanket, draping it over your chest and holding it to cover your bare ass too—you were still standing in front of the mirror, after all.

at this point, not a sound has came out of sanji, which was rare. the woman-loving cook seeing one of the crew girls’ naked and not even a screech of excitement? no, he just…turned. the door slammed behind him so hard it surprised you it didn’t come off its hinges.

“…sanji?” you asked, softly, trying to supress a smile.

“I AM THE WORST MAN ALIVE.” he screamed from the hallway. you laughed at his dramatic reaction. “I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING, CHERI—ohmygod i saw everything.”

you were now laughing out loud, satisfied that he did actually react to seeing your body almost naked, and positively so. that had to mean something, right?

“IT’S NOT FUNNY, DON’T LAUGH.”

“it kind of is.” by that moment you were already dressed in the previously picked skirt and a tight top. his embarrassed whines fueled something in you that fed off his attention, they served as a nice background music as you finished getting ready.

you opened the door and found him down on his knees in front of you. one of your brows raised, interested in this whole situation. “i’m decent now, sanji.” if you forced your voice to sound smoother, it was something only you had to know.

and—okay, the way he looked up to you kind of turned you on, and his kneeled position didn’t help your situation. you couldn’t help but fall for that puppy-eyed look, how his thick eyebrows furrowed preoccupied and his lips pouted, a faint pink line staining his cupid’s bow. his visible eye roamed over your figure from below, and you noticed the moment it landed on the underskirt view of your panties. his face redened again, but this time he tried to hide it by lowering his head.

“i’m so sorry, my angel, it was unchivalrous of me to walk in on you without knocking.” you had to supress the excited eyeroll when you hear that pouty murmur.

“it’s fine, sanji.”

“no, it’s not fine, ma chér, please let me make it up to you.”

oh, well. your plan could finally become true after all.

“let me think about it…”

“hmm, fuck! there, sanji—ohmygod.”

electricity traveled from your belly through your legs, his skilled mouth worked with a blend of hunger and reverence between your quivering thighs—broad strokes along your wet slit turning into more precise, more hard circles around your swollen clit. his index and middle fingers held your folds open for him, between licks they even thrusted shallow into your hole, teasing you.

he was good, sososo good. it felt like he somehow knew your whole body; how fast, how hard, where to pay special attention.

his lips latched onto your clit and your hands automatically pulled at the blonde strands on his head. the low, long hum he produced vibrated against your pussy and sent even more fuzzy sensations to your core.

he separated for a second to look at you, and you almost cried when he did—you were so close. he laughs, wiping the mix of spit and juices from his redened lips. “mm, you like that, mon chéri?” your hips jerked at his words, a fresh wave of slickness coating your slit from the raspy accent of that beautiful man.

“yes—fuck, i’m so close, please, sanji…”

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Characters involved -- Portgas D. Ace, Marco, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Killer, Mihawk and Crocodile,

X Gn! Reader,

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Portgas D. Ace:

- Ace is always groggy to wake up in the mornings, as much as he knows he has responsibilities, maybe a few minutes won’t hurt too bad.

“Man, wish I could stay here all day”

- Ace very much pulls you close to his chest, savouring the moment, burying his face in your hair, before he feels one of your hairs tickle his nose and he ends up sneezing. It’s not the most assuring way to be woken up with the smell of fire and smoke, but, well, seems like Ace has sneezed and accidentally set his side of the duvet on fire when he turned his head.

- You decide to let Ace deal with it, he made it, this is his mess to fix and his problem now.

- Ace always cuddles you with his arm rested around your shoulders, your head rested against his chest. Ace always snores loudly, laying on his back and without fail, theres always a bit of drool that’s at the corner of his mouth when he sleeps.

- If he forgets to pull his hat off? It always covers half of his face when he’s asleep. Sometimes it slips off and lands on your head and Ace panics in the morning because he can’t feel it on his head. When he doesn’t forget to pull his hat off? It’s always rested on the nightstand, or it’s on the floor.

“Alright, up we get, we need to go y/n”

- He always just hoists you up over his shoulder to drag you out of bed. Though. Sometimes you have to drag Ace by the ankles out of bed because hes a stubborn bastard.

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Marco the Pheonix:

- Marco has gotten used to waking up early with his responsibility as both first mate and doctor. There’s always something happening on the Moby Dick that needs his attention, however, by some damn miracle, theres no urgent matter that needs to be tended to this morning. Marco has an early morning alarm clock that’s ingrained in him, however, that doesn’t stop him from holding you for a bit longer whilst he waist for you to wake up.

- Marco’s mythical zoan devil fruit always comes out a bit whilst he sleeps, another habit, there are times where he has fallen asleep and his phoenix tails rest by your legs, either curling around your ankles or just being a warm presence for you whilst you sleep.

- If you’re ever hurt or sick? Marco will pull you into his arms and let the phoenix flames curl around you, letting you bury your face in his chest is the flames are too bright for you whilst your trying to fall asleep.

“Too bright? Yeah, they always are, here, put your head on my chest, might block out the light a bit, yoi”

- Sometimes Marco’s phoenix wings come out when he’s asleep, they are actually very soft so you are not complaining when they rest across you. But, Marco always stretches in the morning, specifically his arms as he likes to crack his shoulders for some relief because of his devil fruit being out whilst he sleeps. In doing so? When he stretches his wings, they do have a habit of knocking his glasses off of the nightstand, so the doctor of the Whitebeard pirates does spend quite a few minutes of the morning trying to find where his glasses have gone.

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Trafalgar D. Water Law:

- Law sleeps in bouts, so he’s usually awake long before you are, either due to staying up for the entire night, or he just wakes up early. Law is usually reading when you are asleep, glasses resting on the end of his nose as he keeps his back against the headboard of his bed. He’s not the biggest cuddler, he’s a man that likes his own space, but that doesn’t mean he wont ever give affection. Affection with law is typically given when your alone, after all, the last time he openly started caring about someone? They were shot multiple times and killed.

- Sometimes when you wake up, you can feel Law’s thumb brushing over your knuckles and your hand or the back of your neck, if you can somehow convincingly pretend that you’re still asleep? You can even hear him quietly muttering about the muscles and nerves that belong to where he’s currently tracing.

- Law always sleeps on his back, usually he rests his hands over his chest, or his hand is usually rested next to yours whilst you sleep, sometimes your fingers are entwined together when he’s dead asleep. Maybe his grip tightens when you try and pull away.

“Morning, y/n-ya. Sleep well?”

- He’d mutter in that tired morning voice.

- Law would always ask, he always slept better when you were by his side, your very presence sometimes making the nights spent staring up at the ceiling better. Though, Law has found himself having to remind you that as much as you want to stay up with him until he falls asleep, sometimes he needs the quiet and its also unhealthy for you to be up for the majority of the night.

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Killer:

- Much like Marco, it would be very rare for you and Killer to get a peaceful morning, well, its pretty much never, but lets pretend by some miracle that this morning is one of those impossible chances you have a bit of peace.

- Killer keeps his mask on when he sleeps, he trusts you but there are boundaries that he has which you must respect, no matter how long you’ve known him. Killer hates the idea of revealing his face when he’s awake, to reveal it whilst asleep feels like something that he will never do.

- Killer always rests his arm over your waist, he sleeps on his side and keeps you close to his chest. Laying on his side is just more comfortable for Killer. Killer makes sure that his helmet is rested on the makeshift pillow so he doesn’t accidentally headbut you with the damn thing during the night, he has grown to find it comfortable, but it is still a hard material that can break skulls.

- Killer keeps his weapons by his bed constantly, his hand sometimes twitches near them whilst he’s asleep on instinct, the kid pirates have been attacked whilst they were sleeping before and since that moment, he always keeps his blades by his bed near the mattress slots. Besides, he can also throw them if the one quiet morning that he’s gotten is interrupted, he’d throw that blade at the door if it was anyone but Kid who had interrupted him.

"How long do we think we can get away with this?...I reckon another two minutes...Good target practice"

- His muffled voice comes through the mask.

- Killers’ breathing is always at a rhythmic pace, he’s learned how to control his breathing for decades, either as a form of meditation or because he just breathes like that.

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Dracule Mihawk:

- Mihawk is a night owl, but he understands the importance of sleep. Though at the Kuriguana island, it’s hard to tell when it is day and when it is night because of the eternal darkness that the island is in. It’s called gloomy island for a reason after all.

- Mihawk isn’t the cuddly type, he will hold your hand when you sleep, entwining your fingers before he lets his eyes shut.

- Mihawk is a book reader before bed, its become a good bit of gossip between the both of you to pick apart either the writing or some of the annoying characters that are put forward, you both make wagers of what’s going to happen in the chapter to see if its predictable and you both definitely have a bingo card.

- There’s a massive bookcase of old notes that were left behind by the previous owner of the castle along with great thick tomes of either badly written love stories or old lore of the island. You’ve both started to put parts of the history together about the ruins and the castle owners, and Mihawk does enjoy a good mystery.

“Good morning, the lupins should have flowered this morning, do you wish to go see them?”

- Mihawk’s voice is always quiet in the mornings, he isn’t a morning person, not at all, he prefers the night much more than the day. Sometimes he brings up breakfast in bed, other days sometimes you bring it up for him. You can both cook and therefore share the responsibilities. When he cooks? You wash up, when you cook? He washes up.

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Sir Crocodile:

- With the hot climate of Alabasta Kingdom at the Baroque works headquarters, feeling a cold gold hook around your stomach is very good, if not slightly threatening, maybe its a tool to help your heatstroke, or maybe its a threat of death if you leave the embrace before Crocodile lets you.

"Tch, you are able to stay on your own side of the bed, you do know that right? Rather than latching onto me like a damn barnacle".

- Hed scowl but he secretly likes it.

- If you are actually very cold during the desert nights? Crocodile will never admit it but he will quietly pull his cloak around you to make sure that you aren’t shivering, definitely because the movement of you shivering keeps him awake, not because he’s worried.

- Crocodile lets you rest on the side of his body that has a hook, he can’t really feel it due to the numbness so he doesn’t mind you resting there, anywhere else and he may turn away from you during the night because sleeping beside someone sometimes irritates him.

- It’s extremely rare for Crocodile to ever stay during the morning, usually you wake up with his side of the bed empty, especially when there has been a new development in the world, Crocodile is always preparing and trying to figure out the next move that he needs to take in order to achieve his goal.

- On the rare moments that Crocodile does stay? He always has a cigar lit in the morning, breathing out the smoke to the side.

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“pleaseeeee, it’ll be a cute pop of color!”

law just rolls his eyes and sinks deeper into the cushions, practically melding into one with the couch.

this was your latest request to him - it was always something with the two of you. being together for nearly three years now had created a new level of comfortablity between the two of you, a part of that comfort became lodging ridiculous requests at law until he finally gave in and said yes to you.

just last month, you had insisted on dyeing a streak of his hair blue and matching a part of your hair in the same shade of blue to match with him. last week, it was getting matching earrings together where the jewel still currently glittered near his ear lobe.

and now, you were curled into him while clutching his arm. tattoos littered his arms, a collection of small art pieces scattered around his brown skin. you always thought they were so hot pretty on him and you made sure to always let him know. just in this moment, you wanted to make them extra pretty, in your words.

law sinks deeper into the sofa before grumbling, “fine.”

squealing, you hurry off the couch and rush to get your markers before settling down next to him once more. without wasting any time, you begin coloring any blank space you can see within the ink designs.

just like that, the time passes in the quietude of your shared apartment. a medical show plays on tv with law muttering about the inaccuracies of the whole thing and you humming your responses back to him.

at some point you shift positions to move from his side to being sat on his lap to get better grasp of his other arm and he welcomes you in gladly, with his other hand warm on your hip, thumb dipping into the waist of your shorts and rubbing small circles.

“there! all done.” you beam at him before flourishing your hand to his brightly colored arms now.

there is a silence as he looks down at his arms, taking in the neat way you colored his tattoos, the loud colors an even starker contrast on his typical grim body.

“they’re nice, thank you baby.” he presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. “you made them look pretty.”

now, with both arms free, he pulls you in closer to him, large hands cupping your ass and dragging you in till you’re face to face. he cups your face, squishing your cheeks tightly so that your lips naturally end up pouting and then kisses you promptly.

sfw

law loves to rest his chin on your head when he’s behind you.

zoro loves using your head as an armrest.

sanji loves bending down to kiss you.

luffy loves holding things above your head “for fun”.

kid isn’t the most patient man so he’ll literally pick you up by the shirt and or tuck you under one arm and walk.

Bonus Cross Guild 💖🐊🤡🗡

Luffy wouldn't care about the secrecy in the relationship, but he wouldn't directly tell anyone either. If someone asked him he would just bluntly say that you were his girlfriend. The Strawhats finding out about your relationship would solely be because Luffy randomly mentioned it.

A banquet was thrown for the Strawhats. You were sitting on a wooden bench, sipping a cup of alcohol. Everyone was lively, laughing and dancing together. Luffy suddenly wrapped his arms around you tightly, nuzzling his face into your neck. You smiled, whispering a hi to him. Nami looked over at you and Luffy, questioning his actions towards you. She knew Luffy was clingy but Luffy's behavior to you was beyond that. "Is something going on between you two?" Nami asked, crossing her arms. Luffy stared blankly at Nami before responding, "Are you mad that I'm dating (Name)?" Luffy didn't fully understand Nami's question. He assumed she was mad because he was treating you differently than the rest of the crew. Nami's eyes widened as she shrieked. The rest of the Strawhats turned around in shock. Luffy was being flooded with questions from everyone. You just stared at the floor flustered by the sudden attention. Luffy looked confused before laughing, ignoring all questions.

Since Luffy doesn't really think before he speaks, if an enemy asked who you were he would respond honestly. But if Luffy saw any signs of evil intent he would then follow up with threats. He would hate the thought of an enemy hurting you.

"Is that girl next to you important?"

"Yeah, she's my girlfriend."

The enemy smiled glaring right at you.

Luffy noticed the enemy's gaze moving towards you. "If you even think about hurting her, I'll kill you."

When it comes to physical touch I think Luffy would absolutely love hugs. He would definitely be clingy, never wanting to leave your side. I think he wouldn't enjoy things like holding hands. It makes things more restricted for him and he hates his palms getting all sweaty. If you asked he probably would still hold your hand. Otherwise his favorite type of physical touch is hugging.

"Luffy let go, I can't breathe," you choked on your words, trying to find air. Luffy's arms were wrapped around your neck tightly which made breathing hard. Luffy could barely hear you telling him to let go because he was laughing too loud.

Luffy struggles being romantic. He already barely knows anything about dating. If you complained about it to Luffy he would ask Sanji for advice. Luffy would awkwardly show up at the women's quarters, holding a bouquet of flowers, grinning.

Luffy knocked on the door, waiting for you to answer.

"Luffy, what are you doing here?" You looked down towards the flower bouquet in his hands.

"I'm being romantic!" Luffy smiled and you just sighed letting him inside.

For gifts Luffy would try to bake or cook something for you. He'd try to do it without Sanji's help at first but Luffy would fail so many times he would have to. Yes, the food he's giving to you is definitely half burnt or slightly raw.

"How does this work?" Luffy turned his head, glaring at the stove.

"That's a stove Luffy, you turn this to increase the heat," Sanji responded with a shred of disappointment in his voice.

"What's it for??"

Sanji furrowed his brows, "Are you sure you don't need help?"

"I'm not gonna give her something you made!"

— ft.Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Eustass Kid, Trafalgar Law

how they hold you A/N: based on this request. have a good meal.☆ CW: gn!reader, established relationship, fluff WC: 800

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