#saucy

Shanks

You crossed the deck while he was busy swapping stories with his crew, grabbed him by the collar, and kissed him hard enough to cut off whatever tale he was spinning. His hand found the curve of your waist immediately, squeezing your softness, but before he could deepen it, you shoved him back and turned to walk away. The entire crew went dead silent. Shanks stood there with his mouth still open, blinking once, twice. "Did that just happen?" he asked nobody in particular. "Someone tell me that just happened."

"Captain's lost his mind," someone muttered, but Shanks was already following after you. He caught your wrist and spun you back around to face him, his grin wide and delighted. "No, no, no, you don't get to just do that to me and leave." His voice was warm but his grip was firm, pulling you closer until your chest pressed against his. "I've wanted to do that for months, you know. Thought about it constantly. Drove myself half crazy wondering if you felt the same." He moved his hand to rest on the swell of your hip. "So here's what's going to happen. You're going to kiss me again, and this time I'm not letting you go anywhere."

Dracule Mihawk

He was reading by candlelight when you entered his chambers uninvited. Before he could voice his irritation, you leaned down and captured his mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss. His book slipped from his fingers and his hand found the curve of your waist, gripping tight. Then you straightened and moved toward the door without a word. You heard the sharp intake of breath behind you, followed by the creak of his chair as he stood.

"Wait." His commanded quietly, as though giving you the option to listen. You stalled and turned to see him watching you sharply. "You enter my space. You kiss me." He walked closer, each step emphasizing his point. "And now you retreat as though that meant nothing..." He stopped just short of touching you. "I am not a man who tolerates games." His hand came up slowly, fingers brushing the hair from your face with surprising gentleness. "So tell me what you want. Use your words. Because I refuse to misread this..."

Donquixote Doflamingo

He was in the middle of one of his monologues about power when you grabbed his feathered coat, yanked him down to your level, and kissed him hard. His words died in his throat as both hands clamped onto your hips with bruising intensity, pressing your soft body against him. "Well now," he murmured against your mouth. But the second you tried to pull away, strings coiled around your wrists and waist, holding you firmly in place. "Ah, ah, ah. Where do you think you're going?"

You tugged against the strings experimentally and they tightened. "Let me go, Doffy," you demanded, though your breathless voice undercut the authority you were aiming for. He laughed cruelly as he tilted your chin up with one long finger, and the strings pulled you flush against his chest. "You started this," he purred, free hand tracing down the curve of your side. "Now I get to finish it." His fingers squeezed appreciatively when he reached your hip. "I just wanted to shut you up," you shot back, squirming in his grip. His grin stretched wider behind his ridiculous glasses. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," he breathed against your ear. "Keep that attitude. It'll make breaking it so much sweeter."

Charlotte Katakuri

You found him in the shrine where he took his meals alone. His scarf was down, mouth full of donuts, and his observation haki had failed to warn him of your approach. He choked when he saw you. Before he could reach for the scarf bunched around his neck, you made your way over and kissed him. He went absolutely still. When you pulled back, his crimson eyes were blown wide with something close to panic. "Get out." The words came out garbled. "You're not supposed to see this."

"Katakuri." You said his name firmly and he froze with his hand halfway to his scarf. "I know what you look like. I came here wanting to kiss you anyway." He had no idea what to do with that information. "I don't understand." His voice was barely above a whisper. You reached up and touched the jagged edge of his mouth. He shuddered like you had struck him. "Why would you want this? Want me?" His hand engulfed yours, pressing your palm harder against his face. "Tell me. I need to hear you say it."

Crocodile

You walked into his meeting uninvited and kissed him before he could dismiss you. His cigar tumbled from his lips as his hand moved to find your waist, but you pulled back and left without a single glance. The men at the table sat frozen, too terrified to even look at their boss. Crocodile stared after you for a long moment before exhaling smoke through his nose. "Meeting adjourned."

You made it halfway down the corridor before his hook slammed into the wall beside your head. His hand gripped your chin, thumb dragging slow across your lower lip. "Do you have any idea what you just did?" His voice was soft, almost conversational, which made it worse. "Every man in that room thinks you can walk all over me." You met his gaze without flinching. "And here you are, chasing after me. Not helping your case much." His jaw tightened. "Cocky little thing." He pressed closer, hook scraping the stone beside your ear. "I'm going to remind you exactly who's in charge here. And you're going to thank me for it."

Caesar Clown

You cornered him between his workbench and the wall and kissed him before he could protest. A strangled noise escaped his throat as his hands fluttered uselessly at his sides. Just as his fingers finally brushed your hips, you pulled away and he stared at you, mouth hanging open. For once in his life, Caesar Clown had nothing to say... for about three seconds.

"Y-You…" He pointed at you, hand trembling. "What was… why would you…?!" He cleared his throat aggressively, trying to recover his dignity. "I demand to know your intentions! Nobody just does something like that without an ulterior motive!" You leaned against his workbench and watched him spiral. "Maybe I just like you?" He recoiled like you had slapped him. "Like me?!" His flush deepened as he processed the concept. "That is… I mean, obviously you would, I am incredibly brilliant, but…" He trailed off, staring at your mouth. His hand reached out and fisted in your shirt, pulling you closer. "A single trial means nothing," he muttered. "Results must be replicable to be valid."

Buggy

You caught him while his head was floating separately from his body, grabbed his face between your hands and kissed him. His eyes went wide as his head bobbed uselessly in the air, unable to pull you closer. When you let go and stepped back with a satisfied smile, his body slammed into you from behind, arms locking around your waist and shoving you forward until your lips crashed back against his.

"What gave you the right to do that?!" His voice cracked when he finally broke for air, face flushed beneath the smeared makeup. "Kissing me while I'm in pieces! That's dirty tactics!!!" You laughed against his lips and shrugged, "Learned from the best." His arms tightened around you, his body pressing flush against your back while his head hovered in front of you. "That's--I…" He sputtered, outrage warring with an entirely different sensation his body was going through. "You owe me a real one! Where I can actually participate!" You tilted your chin up. "Oh?~ Are you asking for a kiss now?" His bluster crumbled. "I…Demanding--I'm demanding a kiss. There's a difference."

Smoker

The promotion paperwork had barely dried when you found him alone in his office. He looked up, cigars clenched between his teeth, and before he could speak you learned down and kissed him. His hand came up to grip your hip immediately, pulling you closer with a low sound in his throat, but you broke away before he could deepen it. His eyes opened slowly, smoke curled between you. He didn't let go. "So that's why you wanted the transfer..." His voice was rough. "Couldn't exactly do this while you were signing my orders."

His free hand came up to cup the back of your neck, thumb pressing against your pulse. "You think I didn't notice? All those months, watching you hold back..." He pulled you closer until your soft curves pressed against his chest, forehead dropping against yours. "But I'm not your superior now." You shook your head. "No, you're not." He pulled the cigars from his mouth and set them aside without breaking eye contact. His grip tightened, "Good, at least now I can stop lying on those damn fraternization reports as if this wasn't going to happen."