#strawhatpirates

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MONKEY D. LUFFY

You two were sitting on the Sunny’s figurehead, laughing about something stupid, when his wide-awake, bright eyes just made you lose your mind a little bit. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his.

He completely stops talking mid-sentence. His eyes go wide, and for a solid three seconds, his brain completely short-circuits. The boy who fears nothing is temporarily paralyzed by a kiss.

A massive, cheek-to-cheek grin breaks across his face, and his cheeks turn a bright, rosy pink. He doesn't get the romance of it, but he knows he loves how it felt.

He immediately wraps his arms around you, stretching them out to loop around you three times, and giggles loudly, demanding you do it again because it made his stomach feel "all bouncy."

"Shishishi! Woah, that was neat! Your lips are super soft. Do it again, do it again!"

RORONOA ZORO

He was napping on deck, or pretending to, while you sat next to him. Tired of his brooding silence, you leaned over, cupped his jaw, and kissed him right on his scarred eye before moving down to his lips.

His one open eye snaps wide open. He goes completely rigid beneath your touch, his hand instinctively gripping the hilt of Wado Ichimonji out of pure startle-reflex before he realizes it's just you.

A deep, fierce blush creeps up his neck and floods his ears. He looks away, scowling to hide how incredibly flustered he is, pulling his green haramaki up a bit as if that could hide his racing heart.

He grunts, tries to act tough, but his hand sneaks out to grab the back of your neck, pulling you back down to his chest so you can't see how hard he's smiling.

"Tsk... don't just spring that kind of stuff on a guy when he's trying to rest. ...But I didn't tell you to stop."

VINSMOKE SANJI

You walked into the galley late at night while he was prepping ingredients. When he turned around to offer you a snack, you stepped right into his space, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and kissed him breathless.

The world stops. Time dilates. Sanji’s soul practically leaves his body and ascends to the heavens. The plate he was holding hovers precariously in his hand as his brain melts.

He doesn't turn into his usual noodle-dancing, heart-eyed self—this is too real for that. Instead, his eyes soften completely, his face flushes a deep crimson, and a breathless, genuinely stunned gasp escapes him.

He gently sets the plate down, his hands trembling slightly. When he looks at you, all the suave bravado is gone, replaced by pure, adoration-filled devotion as he cups your face like you're made of glass.

"My heart... I think it just stopped. If this is a dream, please, never let me wake up. You have no idea what you just did to me."

SHANKS

In the middle of a loud, rowdy party on the Red Force, you grew tired of him laughing with his crew. You grabbed him by his collar, pulled his face down, and kissed him thoroughly right in front of everyone.

The entire bar or deck goes dead silent. Shanks blinks, his good eye wide with genuine shock, his mug of sake frozen halfway to his mouth as the crew holds their breath.

A massive, proud laugh booms from his chest. His face flushes a healthy, happy red, and he absolutely beams, utterly thrilled by your boldness.

He throws his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side, and proudly brags to the entire crew that he’s the luckiest captain on the seas, before leaning back in for a much longer, deeper second round.

"Dahahaha! Well, aren't you full of surprises? Boys, did you see that?! If I knew you were that impatient, I would've kissed you hours ago."

BENN BECKMAN

He was leaning against the ship's railing at night, quietly smoking and checking a sea chart. You walked up, stood on your tiptoes, and gently pulled his face down by his jaw to press your lips to his.

He doesn't flinch or drop his cigarette. Instead, his eyes narrow slightly in pleasant surprise, his posture relaxing completely as he lets you take the lead.

A slow, incredibly attractive smirk pulls at the corner of his lips against yours. The cool, unshakeable first mate actually lets out a soft, low chuckle that vibrates right into your chest.

He takes his cigarette out, tosses it into the ocean, and wraps a large, heavy arm securely around your waist, pulling you into his space. His gaze is dark and entirely focused on you now.

"A dangerous move, little one. You don't just start a fire with a man like me unless you're planning to stay and watch it burn."

MARCO

He was buried under a mountain of paperwork in his cabin, looking exhausted and rubbing his temples. Wanting to distract him, you walked over, leaned across the desk, and kissed him right on the mouth.

He freezes completely, a pen still clutched in his hand. His lazy, half-lidded expression vanishes, his eyes snapping wide open as his brain tries to process the sudden warmth.

Small, subconscious sparks of blue Phoenix fire flicker around his shoulders from the sheer spike in his heart rate. A soft, flustered laugh escapes him as his cheeks turn a faint pink.

He drops the pen, sighs happily, and leans back in his chair. He reaches out to gently pull you around the desk and onto his lap, entirely abandoning his duties for the rest of the night.

"Yoi... that’s a dirty trick. How am I supposed to finish these reports when you're making my heart race like that, hm?"

PORTGAS D. ACE

You two were sitting by a campfire after a long day. While he was mid-sentence, talking animatedly with his hands, you leaned over and captured his lips with yours.

He immediately goes stiff as a board. His eyes go wide, and his brain completely short-circuits—for a second, you honestly wonder if his narcolepsy randomly kicked in because he's so still.

A bright, fiery blush explodes across his cheeks, completely darkening the skin under his freckles. He stammers, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air, not knowing where to put them.

He looks away, pulling the brim of his orange hat down over his eyes to hide his massive, blushing smile, but his hand sneaks over to tightly interlock his fingers with yours.

"W-Woah! You can't just... warning next time would be nice! Man, my face feels like it's actually on fire right now..."

IZOU

You were sitting in his quarters watching him apply his makeup. When he turned around to ask your opinion on a shade, you leaned forward and pressed your lips firmly to his.

His hand stops perfectly mid-air, holding a cosmetics brush. His elegant posture goes entirely rigid, completely caught off guard by the sudden affection.

He blinks slowly, a deep, beautiful crimson flush creeping up his cheeks, perfectly complimenting his makeup. A soft, breathless gasp leaves his lips when you pull away.

He sets his things down carefully, trying to maintain his composed, graceful demeanor, but the slight tremble in his hands gives away just how flustered and deeply touched he is.

"You've completely ruined my lipstick, you know... though I suppose I can't find it in myself to mind. Come here, let me return the favor properly."

THATCH

He was bustling around the Moby Dick’s galley, cooking up a storm and complaining about Ace stealing leftovers. You walked right up to the counter, grabbed his apron, and kissed him to shut him up.

The wooden spoon he was holding drops right out of his hand and clatters onto the floor. He stands there with his mouth slightly open, completely stunned into silence.

A huge, ecstatic grin slowly spreads across his face, his eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas. He lets out a dramatic, happy dramatic gasp, clutching his chest.

He immediately loops his arms around your waist, lifting you up slightly off your feet to spin you around the kitchen, laughing happily and loudly celebrating his victory.

"Oh, wow! Is it my birthday?! Because that was the best snack this kitchen has ever produced. Do that again and I'll bake you whatever you want!"

CHARLOTTE KATAKURI

You found him in his private donut shrine. Instead of running, you stepped into his personal space, pulled down his fluffy scarf, and kissed the corner of his mouth before he could react.

His Future Sight actually fails him because he’s so internally rattled. He freezes mid-bite, his eyes widening as he realizes you aren't looking at his jaw with fear, but with affection.

A deep, burning blush spreads across his scarred face. He doesn't pull away; he simply stares at you, his heart hammering against his ribs in a way that feels louder than a cannon.

He slowly pulls his scarf back up, hiding his face, but his hand lingers on your shoulder. He doesn't say much, but he makes sure you stay for the rest of his "merienda."

"You... you aren't disgusted? Hmph. Don't think this means you can get away with anything you want from now on."

ROB LUCCI

During a quiet moment in his office, you walked up to him while he was reviewing reports. You tilted his chin up and kissed him firmly, ignoring the predatory look in his eyes.

He doesn't move an inch. Hattori, the pigeon on his shoulder, let out a startled coo and fluttered away, but Lucci remained as still as a statue, his gaze boring into yours.

His eyes narrow, and a low, dangerous hum vibrates in his throat. It’s not anger, but a sudden shift in focus—you’ve officially become the most interesting thing in the room.

He doesn't smile, but he catches your wrist before you can step back. He pulls you flush against his chest, his voice dropping to a low, silky growl as he claims a second kiss for himself.

"A bold move for someone so vulnerable. You’ve just signaled that you’re ready to be caught. I hope you're prepared for the consequences."

FIGARLAND GARLING (YOUNG)

You two were walking through the celestial gardens of Mary Geoise. Tired of his arrogant posturing, you grabbed the lapel of his coat and pulled him into a sudden, demanding kiss.

He stops mid-sentence, his eyes snapping wide. The "King of God Valley" is completely silenced by someone he considers his equal—or perhaps, for the first time, his superior.

His shock quickly melts into a sharp, confident smirk. He finds your audacity incredibly attractive; he likes that you aren't afraid to take what you want, just like a true world noble.

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer with a flair of dramatic elegance. He laughs, a sharp and triumphant sound, as he looks down at you with newfound heat in his gaze.

"Hahaha! Now that is the spirit of a winner. You certainly know how to command attention, don't you? I think I'll keep you close."

SABO

You were celebrating a successful Revolutionary mission. Amidst the cheering crowds, you grabbed his face and kissed him before he could put his goggles back on.

He lets out a muffled "mph!" of surprise. His hands fly up to your waist instinctively, but he’s so shocked that he almost loses his balance for a second.

His face turns as red as the flare of his Mera Mera fruit. He breaks into a huge, beaming grin that reaches his eyes, his entire aura radiating pure, unadulterated joy.

He laughs breathlessly, rubbing the back of his neck while trying to regain his composure. He can't stop looking at you, his thumb tracing your jawline as he leans in to steal one more "proper" one.

"Woah! Haha, man, I didn't see that coming! You really know how to make a guy's head spin, you know that?"

KUZAN (AOKIJI)

You found him napping against a tree on a summer afternoon. When he lifted his sleep mask to see who it was, you leaned down and pressed your lips to his cold ones.

He blinks slowly, his brain seemingly stuck in "sleep mode" for a second before the reality of the situation hits. A tiny puff of frost escapes his lips as he exhales in surprise.

He lets out a low, lazy chuckle, his eyes softening behind his round glasses. He doesn't move to stop you; if anything, he seems to lean into the warmth you're providing.

He pulls his sleep mask back down, but he reaches out to lazily hook a finger through your belt loop, pulling you down to sit beside him so he can rest his head on your shoulder.

"Arara... that’s a pretty intense way to wake a guy up. But I guess I can't complain. It's much better than a bucket of water."

BORSALINO (KIZARU)

You were walking together through the Marineford halls. You suddenly stopped, turned him toward you, and kissed him before he could utter one of his long, drawn-out sentences.

He draws out a long, confused "Ohhh~?" against your lips. He doesn't pull away, but his eyes go wide behind his yellow-tinted shades as he processes the "speed" of your move.

He tilts his head, a slow, amused smirk forming on his face. He finds the irony of being out-sped by you absolutely hilarious, his tone remaining as light and airy as ever.

He doesn't get flustered, but he does linger in your space, his hand coming up to pat your head in a way that’s surprisingly affectionate for a man who usually seems so detached.

"Maaa~ how scary you are. Attacking an Admiral so suddenly... I might have to take you into custody for that~"

SMOKER

He was grumbling about some paperwork or a failed mission, two cigars firmly clamped in his teeth. You took the cigars out of his hand, set them aside, and kissed the scowl right off his face.

He goes completely rigid, his eyes practically bugging out of his head. The smoke from his fruit literally poofs out in a chaotic cloud around you both as his heart rate spikes.

A dark, fierce blush floods his face and neck. He looks like he wants to yell, but the words get stuck in his throat as he stares at you, completely disarmed and flustered.

He huffs, looking away and trying to find his cigars again to hide how embarrassed he is. He grumbles under his breath, but he doesn't pull away when you lean your head on his shoulder.

"What the—?! Don't just... tsk. Dammit, kid. You're going to be the death of me one of these days."

TRAFALGAR LAW

You two were in his submarine's medical bay. While he was lecturing you about taking care of your injuries, you simply reached up, grabbed his fluffy hat, and pulled him down into a kiss.

His "Room" would probably shatter if he had it open. He goes silent instantly, his eyes widening as his brain goes through a rapid-fire medical analysis of why his heart just skipped three beats.

A visible, dark blush settles over his cheekbones. He tries to look annoyed, scowling and pulling his hat down to hide his eyes, but his hands are trembling ever so slightly where they rest on your waist.

He clears his throat, attempting to regain his "cool doctor" persona, but he doesn't let go of you. He mutters something about "distractions," though he's the one leaning back in for more.

"You're incredibly troublesome. I was trying to give you a serious medical briefing... but I suppose this is a more effective way to raise my pulse."

DONQUIXOTE DOFLAMINGO

You were lounging in the palace of Dressrosa. When he leaned over to whisper something teasing in your ear, you turned your head and caught his lips with yours instead.

He actually pauses. The constant, arrogant grin on his face falters for a fraction of a second, his head tilting in genuine, amused surprise at your sheer nerve.

A loud, booming "Fuffuffuffu!" erupts from him. He absolutely loves the playfulness of it; he finds your bravery intoxicating and immediately decides to turn it into a game of who can be more forward.

He uses his strings to gently guide your chin back toward him, his grin returning ten times wider and more predatory. He doesn't just return the kiss; he makes sure you know exactly who is in control.

"Fuffuffuffu! My, my... aren't we being a little tiger today? I like that. Let’s see if you can keep up that confidence for the rest of the night."

DRACULE MIHAWK

You were at Kuraigana Island, sitting together while he sipped wine. You leaned over, took the glass from his hand, and kissed him with a quiet confidence that matched his own.

His sharp, golden hawk-eyes widen ever so slightly. He doesn't move, his golden gaze staying locked on yours as he feels the warmth of your lips against his.

The corners of his mouth twitch into the smallest, rarest of smiles. He respects the directness of the action—there was no hesitation, no fear, just a clear declaration of intent.

He sets the wine glass down properly, his gaze never leaving yours. He reaches out with a gloved hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his voice quiet but thick with a rare kind of tenderness.

"A bold strike. You didn't hesitate for a second... I suppose I should have expected nothing less from you."

SILVERS RAYLEIGH

You were sitting at Shakky’s bar, listening to him tell stories about the old days. You laughed at one of his jokes, leaned in, and kissed him right on his scarred eye before moving to his lips.

He lets out a soft "Ho?" of surprise. He blinks, a gentle, knowing sparkle in his eyes as he realizes that the "Dark King" has just been outmaneuvered in his own territory.

He lets out a warm, hearty chuckle, his hand coming up to stroke his silver beard. He looks at you with a gaze full of wisdom and genuine affection, completely unfazed but deeply charmed.

He taps the bar for another drink, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. He puts a protective, heavy arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as he continues his story with a much brighter smile.

"Well now... I haven't been caught off guard like that in quite a few decades. You certainly know how to keep an old man's heart young."

FIGARLAND SHAMROCK

During a rare quiet moment away from the prying eyes of the Holy Land, he was leaning casually against a marble pillar, smirking at his own reflection or a weapon. You marched right up to him, grabbed him by his fancy cravat, and kissed him thoroughly to erase that smug look.

He completely freezes, his sharp eyes widening in utter disbelief. For a split second, his mind struggles to compute that someone actually had the nerve to touch him so boldly without his permission—let alone kiss him.

The initial shock vanishes, instantly replaced by a sharp, wicked grin. A dark, intense blush creeps onto his cheeks, but he refuses to let you see him rattled, adjusting his posture to look as commanding as possible.

He wraps his fingers firmly around your wrists, pulling your hands away from his clothes but refusing to let you step back. He leans down into your space, his eyes flashing with a mix of amusement and newfound possessiveness.

"Heh... you've got some nerve, treating a Figarland like your personal prize. But I like a gambler who plays a dangerous hand. Let's see if you can handle the payout."

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