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Shanks my beloved ❤️❤️
Here is another peek in to my sketchbook 🖤
shuggy silliness + their honeymoon at south/north poles
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. — monkey d. luffy x afab!reader. (+18)
warnings: slightly jealous luffy, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (cunnulingus), some slaps, drunk sex, breeding kink.
summary: luffy isn't jealous — except when it comes to you. after dancing with someone else, he decides to remind you exactly who you belong to.
a/n: this is my first work here, i hope you like it and sorry for any mistake. if i forgot something in the "warnings" that you think is necessary, please let me know.
luffy wasn't the possessive type — in fact, he was the opposite in almost every way — except when it came to you.
it was a two-way street, so to speak: he loved telling everyone you were part of his crew, proudly showing you off as his loyal companion and girlfriend. that was all well and good — until someone had acted in a way he found even remotely suspicious.
a long look from some guy while you walked down the street? a whistle? a casual touch from some poor soul at a bar who thought he had a shot? that was more than enough for him.
on some occasions, just luffy's piercing gaze was enough to put them in their place — but many times, not even that worked — he’d gladly jump into a fight the kind your crew would have to break up.
sometimes you loved the thrill of the danger; other times, not so much. it all depended on how sore you’d wake up the next morning.
on this day, the crew was celebrating happily on your ship after a victory. it was a beautiful afternoon, with the sun painting streaks across the sky in shades of pink and orange. the drinks were sweet, and the food was plentiful. everyone was dancing, all smiles and joy — or at least, that’s what was expected.
you were drunk, but not overly so — just enough to enjoy yourself — and dancing with sanji. despite his usual behavior with other women, he was always respectful towards you. his hands stayed in safe zones, and he twirled you just enough to keep up with the rhythm of the dance. you were having a great time, despite feeling certain eagle eyes boring into you from across the boat and over the firepit.
when the music ended, you sat down next to nami, who gave you a cheeky, drunken smile.
"you’re impossible, aren’t you?" she said to you.
"what did i do this time?" you said, though it came out more like a sigh.
"ask your boyfriend, who looks like he’s about to go for sanji’s throat any second. and look, you know i'm not one to defend him."
you let out a weak laugh in response. you knew luffy trusted both you and sanji. your jealousy had a habit of showing itself whenever men of questionable character came around. so then, what was this flicker of jealousy?
for a moment, you hoped it was just the drink making you see and hear things — his look, your friend’s comment, all of it.
as night fell, so did your companions. despite your exhaustion, you didn’t feel like sleeping just yet. you wandered across the deck, searching for your boyfriend, but he was nowhere in sight. was he in the cabin? you made your way toward it — only to feel a pair of hands sliding around your waist, pulling you back firmly and pressing you against the door.
"looking for me, pretty thing?" there was a new heaviness in luffy’s voice, deeper and rougher, as a grin spread across his face. his breath was warm on your neck, and you could almost hear the unspoken promise hanging in the air.
"yeah," you blushed slightly.
really? It must be the alcohol, you thought. years of being together, and a simple question could still throw you off balance.
he was under your skin — like fire, like gravity. just a look and your whole nervous system short-circuited.
"hrmm," he murmured, his hands leaving the doorframe where they'd been, trailing down to the hem of your skirt. they slid slowly down your thigh, the slightest touch enough to make you nervous and intoxicated. his mouth grazed your neck, slow and maddening, and you instinctively arched back — just enough to tempt him further. it was slow, sweet, until he turned you around, giving your ass a soft, unexpected slap.
"luffy?!" you murmured, a little stunned, suddenly realizing where you were — in the hallway, with the very real possibility of someone walking by and hearing everything.
"what's the problem? do you want me to stop? you can tell me to," he said, his voice even lower now. fuck, it drove you wild when he said it like that.
"it’s not that," you said. "it’s just that we’re in the hallway." your hand moved to the doorknob, turning it slowly. not daring to look back, you stepped forward, feeling him follow. suddenly, the door slammed shut, and the click of the lock rang out through the room.
you felt his hand on your waist again, pulling you close and turning you around. your arms brushed against luffy’s chest, and you felt one of his hands slowly glide down your body, coming to rest at the side of your neck.
in the blink of an eye, your mouths met. he kissed you fiercely, pulling away just enough for you to catch your breath. his hand rested on your strong waist, holding you in place if you tried to move.
all you could do in response was kiss him back, moaning softly against his mouth. every time you opened up, it was a chance for him to slip his tongue in, claiming you more thoroughly.
you knew part of it was his jealousy, but luffy was never the calm-in-bed type. when it came to you, he was nothing but visceral.
he stopped kissing you and, with the hand that had been on your neck, caressed your face. "you’re absurdly beautiful. it’s a shame you like to test my patience."
your eyes opened, locking with his. “i have no idea what you’re talking about, lu,” you said — god knows how much effort it took to string that simple sentence together.
"you don't know, huh? i'll show you then." he grabbed one of your thighs, lifting you up. in response, you lifted both your legs and intertwined them around luffy's hips. your intimacy rubbed against his hardness, and fuck, you felt a heat fill you just as you wanted him to do.
in the blink of an eye, you were on the bed, your blouse now a crumpled heap after luffy had ripped it open, buttons flying. his touch was rough, sending shockwaves straight to your core. you could come just from the way he was looking at you.
your blouse slipped off your shoulders, leaving your bra exposed. he pulled it down next, baring your breasts. with greedy hands, luffy grabbed them — they were completely vulnerable to his touch.
you looked at luffy and saw just how hungry he was — insatiable.
he grabbed one of your breasts while his mouth found the other. his tongue danced over the sensitive skin, teasing gently before nibbling and leaving hickeys you knew your companions would comment on later.
he then got off of you, looked at the mess you were in, and smiled ardently at the work he had done so far. at this point, even the slightest brush of his skin against yours made you moan — part pleasure, part embarrassment. but he didn’t mind; he loved seeing you this desperate for him.
his fingers toyed with the hem of your skirt. fuck, you were so wet your panties clung to you — warm, soaked, and shamelessly needy.
"lu, stop teasing me," you huffed, and your gaze locked with his. luffy’s eyes were dark — very dark and filled with sin. oh god. he was going to ruin you.
"tease you how? you mean like dancing with sanji all night — that kind of teasing?" he said, his voice thick with lust and desire.
he then pulled your panties aside, making you gasp at the touch. his fingers slid through your folds — slicker than he expected — before finding your clit, already aching from the sudden stimulation and the filthy kisses he'd given you.
"so ready for me. would he make you feel like this? would he make you this wet?" he growled.
you moved your hips, desperate for more friction, already starting to feel sore from the quick, shallow contact. you wanted him to fuck you now. but from the edge in his voice and the anger simmering just beneath the surface, you knew it wouldn’t be that simple. maybe if you pushed the right buttons, he’d give in... but it was a risk. and you were a mess, needing him to fuck you hard.
he suddenly pulled his fingers away from you, and before you could even protest, a soft slap echoed through the room. luffy had slapped your pussy — gentle, but enough to make your back arch and a moan escape your lips.
"i asked you a question. why aren’t you answering me?" he said.
"no, he can't. no one can," you said — and apparently, that pleased him, because this time he moved closer, slipping a finger inside you. the sudden intrusion was lewd, and it pulled a moan from you, his name falling from your lips.
"please, luffy... hah, please..."
"please, what? use your words, kitten. i know you can," he said, his fingers moving faster against your core.
"please, i just want to come," you breathed. the alcohol and desire had thrown all your pride out the window.
he shifted his body beneath yours, making you acutely aware of how big he was. you watched his muscles tense and jump as he fingered you — the effort minimal for him.
that man — despite all his jokes and idiotic behavior — had an unreal ability to make you wet like venice in no time.
then he kissed you — slow, needy, nibbling at your mouth. his hand stilled only to tear your mouths apart, stripping you bare in seconds. with his body hovering over yours, luffy traced a path of kisses down your chest, across your breasts, and straight to your pussy — dripping wet, and all for him.
he didn’t waste a second — pulled you to the edge of the bed and smiled as he sank into you. his tongue slid along the wet trail he’d left between your legs, making your back arch as his name spilled from your lips. your fingers tangled in his black hair, you held on while he gripped your hips and fucked you with his mouth, relentless.
his tongue danced through every fold until it finally found your clit. once he claimed that sweet spot — and you started breathing heavier, moaning his name louder — he slid two fingers inside you, fucking you straight into your first orgasm.
it didn’t take long. the wine had already gone to your head back when you were still on the deck with your friends but the pleasure luffy gave you? it was stronger than any drug or drink — a hit straight to your nervous system.
you started grinding against his face, surprised that even though he was pissed, he was giving you so much freedom to just feel. no teasing. no games. just pleasure.
your orgasm hit you hard, making you tremble. your legs jerked in brief spasms as luffy removed his fingers, licking every inch of you, making you even more sensitive. "fuck, you're so delicious."
as your breath steadied, you looked up — and there he was, undressing before you. each muscle, each scar, every inch of him was a masterpiece of desire. in that moment, he was yours entirely, a vision of raw, unfiltered perfection.
luffy moved on top of you, cradling your face as he kissed you eagerly, letting you taste a hint of him. nestled between your legs, the slick head of his arousal brushed against your still-sensitive core, amplifying the aftershocks of your recent climax
he rubbed his cock against your cunt a few times, making you moan. you moved your hips in search of more friction, but luffy held you back.
"for someone who just came, you're eager, don't you think? we've barely started," he said.
"luffy, please... just fuck me" you begged.
he entered you without warning, eliciting a thirsty moan from both of you. you were so wet and needy that it wasn’t a painful intrusion, but rather a pleasurable one. even so, he waited for you to adjust to his long, thick member before finally starting to move.
"you feel so good," you heard him say, his voice dropping an octave as he slid inside you.
he finally started pounding into you, his hips slamming against yours. the feeling of him filling you sent a jolt straight to your core, making you writhe in pure pleasure. he fucked you hard, one hand gripping your thigh while the other pressed into your hip.
your hands moved to luffy's back, smoothing over the tangle of muscles. you felt yourself clench around him as he removed your hands and pinned them above your head.
"humm, pretty, don't squeeze me like that, you're gonna make me cum," he said.
"come right on me," you moaned. you knew you had won, that you'd taken away his anger and jealousy, but luffy hated giving up. he pulled out of you, and before you could complain, he flipped you over, leaving you on all fours. luffy entered you again, giving your ass a slap that left you dizzy with pleasure.
in this position, one of luffy's hands moved to your hip, his fingers reaching your pussy. he touched you, massaging your clitoris again, sending a rush of electricity to your brain that made your arms give out, causing your face to fall onto the bed.
you heard his laughter behind you. forget it, he had won this one.
the touch on your sensitive core combined with the strong, rhythmic thrusts made you cum for the second time. luffy knew that in this position his cock reached your deepest, most sensitive spot — that in this position, you felt him even bigger and it was easier for you to come. he knew you well enough to press all the right buttons to dismantle you.
he pulled out of you, leaving you completely empty. you could hear the rustling of the sheets and the creak of the bed as luffy settled on his side. his cock glistened with your cum, still hard, his eyes hungry as they locked onto you.
you adjusted yourself, sitting up, your brain still processing the orgasm you'd just had. the inside of your thighs trembled, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you slowly returned to the real world.
he looked at you, taking in the mess you were, leaving you intoxicated. luffy then moved his hand to his cock, giving it a few strokes, his head tilting back. he had a lot of self-control when it came to cumming, especially if he wanted to fuck you senseless.
he was nothing short of a fucking sex god, sent to drive you crazy.
"sit on me," you heard him say. without hesitation, you crawled on all fours toward him, sliding one hand over his shoulder and bringing your thighs to rest on either side of him.
you slid down and started moving. luffy then placed his hands on your waist, but made no attempt to move you. he let you ride him, desperate for your orgasm, while he smiled in satisfaction at the sight of your breasts swaying above him. you knew how much he loved watching you grind on his cock, and you spared no effort in making him cum.
after a few moments, you could tell how close he was when his moans grew softer and his cock started to throb. "i'm close... i'm going to cum in you, fill you up completely. tomorrow, everyone will know you're mine," he finally murmured.
You could only smile at the statement, which was also a request. of course, he wouldn’t do it if you didn’t allow it, but as your pussy clenched around him after his words, he knew he could.
"yes, please," you gasped, grinding your hips. the feeling of your hips and clit rubbing against his pelvis sent shivers down your spine.
finally, you felt him grip your waist, spilling himself into you. his cock throbbed, filling you completely. luffy moaned fervently beneath you, his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed in ecstatic frenzy. he was beautiful — completely beautiful.
you kept rocking your hips even after he came, chasing your final orgasm of the night.
luffy caught his breath and started moving his hips against yours, making you feel every inch of him still deep inside you. the sensation of him, still so big and hard inside you, sent another wave of pleasure through your body. that, combined with the friction on your sensitive clit, made you come hard — this time squirting around his cock.
you heard his sweet, satisfied laugh as one of your hands reached back for support. you collapsed onto his chest, moaning softly and seeing stars.
"are you okay, my love?" he finally said. you raised your eyes and saw luffy's, now without any more lust, just the kindness he always carried.
"yeah, i'm fine." you said, finally pulling away from him.
luffy watched as you lay down beside him, turning onto your side.
he grabbed a towel and gently cleaned you up, tossing it somewhere across the room without a care.
you smiled as he lay down with you, his fingers gliding over your skin with slow devotion. his eyes grew a little distant, so you gently pulled his hand to your chest and he looked at you.
"something wrong?" you said, breaking the silence.
"i'm afraid of losing you," he replied, his voice now softer.
"to who? our cook? i think he loves you more than i do," you joked, but he still seemed distant.
"lu," you said, your voice now more serious. "you’ll never lose me to anyone, ever. your friends might love me, sure, but not like that. and honestly, no man in this world could ever make me feel the way you do. not in a million years."
the sudden declaration made him smile.
he pulled you close, and you snuggled into his chest. both of you were sleepy, warm in each other's arms. you could’ve easily fallen asleep like that — but you were sweaty and in need of a shower.
"come on, let's take a shower," you said softly, watching as his smile melted into another pout.
"ugh, nooooo!" he whined, his voice muffled against your skin.
"if you don't go, i won't come near you again until you take a shower," you said
he immediately pulled away from your arms and marched toward the bathroom.
you smiled and followed him. in the end, this was just right.
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Do you think about writing with shanks? It can be nsfw or sfw
yes, i think about it a lot! i have some ideas that i'm trying to develop, and i was also thinking about reading more about him to do this
i'm starting to think the op fandom isn't really present here??? where are you guys????
Oh yea, happy birthday to these goofy goobers btw :3
I didn’t draw anything ‘cause a) i forgot… b) I was too busy drawing men kissing * ^ *
Kinda speedrunned this thingy and my hand now hurts, but worth it in my eyes ✌️
Don't ask me for relationship advice cause I'll tell you to kill him
months ago, while mindlessly scrolling through twitter, i came across an analysis of this particular panel from chapter 434 (i can’t remember who wrote the thread, i’m so sorry </3), and i really want to talk about it too.
(EDIT: original author of the thread is @goingbuggy!!! go check out their metas, they're amazing)
the thread was focusing on the way the speech bubble covers shanks's scar completely, and how it can be seen as a sign of vulnerability. oda is using shanks’s own words to hide his suffering, letting his physical scars be representative of his emotional ones, even though the event he’s talking about is completely unrelated to the way he got his scar.
in fact, we know shanks is not ashamed of the scar, since just a couple of pages after this one he mentions it directly as a way to start the conversation about blackbeard:
he doesn’t have a problem with the marking itself, it’s just used as a narrative device, a tool to highlight (in an extradiegetic way) his emotional wounds and the pain he always tries so hard to hide, in an effort to keep his usual composure.
the original author of the thread compared the panel from chapter 434 to another, way older one, from the very first chapter:
this takes place right after shanks loses his left arm to save luffy’s life. it’s obviously a very emotionally charged moment, which means the best thing to do would be showing a close-up of shanks’s reaction to everything that’s unfolding in front of him at that moment (luffy’s cries, or even his own reaction to his sacrifice). oda, however, chooses not to do that; instead, he hides half of shanks’s face, just like he did in chapter 434. the way the moment is portrayed tells the reader shanks is willing to hide his pain in an even deeper way than what he’s showing by smiling at luffy right after getting his arm chopped off.
it’s a great way to explain an important characteristic without stating it right away. it's a focal point of shanks's character: it's his way of showing luffy he cares about him and would much rather hide his suffering than pass it onto him, but it's also oda's way of conveying that shanks is much more vulnerable than what he allows himself to show.
having said that, the reason oda chose to bring back this framing in chapter 434 appears obvious: shanks misses buggy.
it’s plain to see, especially if we look at the whole page.
shanks tries so hard to act collected when talking about buggy, but it’s obvious that he’s hurting. his wording makes it clear he’s trying to detach from him (“that’s the end of it” + “rumors have it”); he acts like buggy doesn’t exist in his thoughts anymore, when it’s obvious he still does. he feels remorse, he regrets letting buggy go. he’s scared he might have been in the wrong. he knows he hurt buggy, but he desperately wishes he didn’t.
all of this weighs on him in a way he isn’t used to, so he locks these feelings up, thinking of them only in relation to something that happened in the past, and as so, stays in the past. he smiles while talking about him and buggy, but it’s a remorseful smile. he cuts the conversation short even though he vividly remembers what happened between them, and as he does so, his words hide the scar. he desperately tries to patch things up in his mind by exclusively clinging onto the good memories they share, but the remorse always creeps up on him. he always smiles when talking about buggy, even when he’s talking directly to him. but his smile always ends up looking sour.
this is exactly why i hate it when people say shanks doesn’t care about buggy. oda wouldn’t have given these panels so much depth if he didn’t want to show just how much shanks actually cares. even just the fact the panel we are focusing on directly mirrors a panel from the first chapter, one so important and impactful, should tell you everything you need to know.
buggy will always be shanks’s weakness. caring so much about someone when you’re a pirate of that caliber is difficult in itself, even more so when that someone is so far away from you now.
Not me watching one piece again and not even on ep 500😭 Still love one piece tho❤️
I redrew this screenshot of shanks cause I thought it was goofy
Vague spoilers for One Piece ep 968
Shanks volunteered to stay behind with Buggy instead of go to the final island with Roger cause Buggy was sick? To take care of him but also because he knows Buggy really wanted to go and Shanks being able to see it and not him would break him a little. So he stays back and nurses him??
Mind you this is post Buggy eating his devil fruit and they seem hella close so I call bullshit on Buggy’s story for why he hates Shanks.
Shanks showing up at Mariejois like Have you heard of our lord and savior Luffy ?
Hey!!! Traditional art for once?! :O
Me and a friend switched sketchbooks, so I drew their favorite ship.
More updates!!! :)
The bottom half is as equally chaotic as the top.
Working hard, or hardly working? Still working, so here is a update. <3
Don't mind the rough sketches for everyone (except Perospero).
Updated version here!
Wanted to draw some of my favorites!!!
Also, I thought to keep my Perospero sketch because he looks so perturbed.
Probably would've loved this s-, like I had one too growing up 🥲
Mihawk's secret...
Got me feeln all kinds of ways, don't ya
Pairings. M.D.Luffy- R.Zoro- V.Sanji - shanks - T.Law - P.D.Ace - E.Kid
summary. Fav part on your body
— (a/n): DARLING!, every inch of you is perfect. Plus request are open (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
Monkey D. Luffy – Your Hands
Luffy is fascinated by your hands. Whether they’re soft, calloused, or adorned with tattoos, he loves them because they’re yours. He’s constantly grabbing them, playing with your fingers absentmindedly, or holding them against his cheek. He especially adores when you feed him—his eyes light up every time you bring food to his lips, and he sometimes playfully nibbles on your fingers just to make you laugh. And when you ruffle his hair with those same hands? He melts.
But Luffy’s obsession goes beyond just holding them—he finds comfort in them. If he’s sleepy, he’ll take your hand and press it against his cheek, his lashes fluttering as he hums in contentment. If he’s excited, he’ll grab both of your hands and swing them around, his laughter ringing through the air. And if he’s feeling extra affectionate? He’ll kiss your palms, grinning up at you before pressing them against his face dramatically. And when you cup his face in your hands, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb, his usual playful energy softens. His lips part slightly, his expression suddenly unreadable. He stares at you—wide-eyed, almost mesmerized—before he suddenly grins, rubbing his face even further into your touch like an overgrown puppy. “Heh, your hands feel nice,” he mumbles, before promptly biting your finger again, his laughter echoing through the air as you scold him.
Roronoa Zoro – Your Back
Zoro has a thing for your back—he won’t outright say it, but his actions make it obvious. Whenever you wear something that exposes even a hint of skin, his eyes linger. He finds something undeniably strong yet elegant about the way your back curves when you move. If you have scars, he respects them deeply, running his fingers over them with quiet admiration. If you have tattoos, he studies them in silent appreciation, perhaps even tracing them when you’re resting together. And when you stretch, arms raised above your head, your back arching slightly? He has to physically stop himself from pulling you into his arms.
But if he’s feeling bold—or maybe just a little tipsy—he’ll step up behind you, fingers ghosting over the bare skin of your spine, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, “You’re showing off, aren’t you?” His voice is low, teasing, but there’s a rough edge to it, like he’s holding himself back. “Knowing you’re what man need”. If you turn to face him, expecting him to retreat, he doesn’t—he just smirks, eyes locked onto yours, before running a calloused hand down your back with slow, deliberate intent.
Sanji – Your Neck
Sanji worships your neck. It’s his personal sanctuary, a place where his lips constantly find their way. He loves to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as his hands settle on your waist. His kisses are slow and lingering, sometimes teasing, sometimes desperate. He whispers sweet nothings against your skin, praising you like you’re the most divine being in existence. If you wear something that exposes your neck—off-the-shoulder tops, delicate necklaces—he’s doomed. He’ll place kisses there absentmindedly, even in public, murmuring, “Mon amour, you’re making it very hard to behave.”
If you wear something that leaves your neck exposed—whether it’s an elegant dress or just a loose button-down—Sanji is done for. He’ll run his fingers over the delicate skin absentmindedly, his touch featherlight, his breath hitching slightly. And if you so much as tilt your head, offering him more space? He’s pressing his lips against you instantly, But his favorite? When you’re cooking together and he sneaks up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist. His lips graze your neck as he murmurs something about how beautiful you look, and before you can even react, he’s already pressing a lingering kiss to your pulse. He lives for the way you shiver under his touch, and you can feel the satisfied smirk against your skin.
Shanks – Your Breasts
Shanks is shameless. He doesn’t try to hide his admiration—he fully embraces it. He loves resting his head against your chest after a long day, sighing contentedly as you run your fingers through his hair. He’s the type to slip his hand under your shirt absentmindedly, not necessarily with ulterior motives, but just to feel your warmth. If you wear something that accentuates your figure, expect him to tease you endlessly. He’s the kind of man who smirks, takes a sip of his drink, and drawls, “how god create something perfect like you” before pulling you into his lap.
He’s convinced that anything can make your breasts look even sexier, and once the idea enters his head, it stays there. One day, in that deep, playful voice of his, he casually suggests, “You know, a piercing right here—” his finger traces between your breasts, his touch featherlight yet purposeful, ”—would look absolutely stunning on you.” If you decide to tease him back, tilting your head with a smirk and saying, “How about nipple piercings instead?”—his reaction is immediate. His grip on your waist tightens, his pupils darken, and he exhales sharply through his nose, as if he’s just been hit with a vision too tempting to handle. He leans in, voice rough with amusement and something deeper, “get ‘em, I’d love to feel them on my tongue.”
Trafalgar Law – Your Collarbone & Shoulders
Law is a man of precision, and there’s something about your collarbones and shoulders that drives him crazy. Maybe it’s the sharp elegance of them, the way they peek through when you wear certain outfits, or the way his fingers trace over them absentmindedly when you’re lying together. He appreciates the way they flex subtly when you move, the strength hidden beneath softness. If you have tattoos here, he’s even more obsessed—he studies them with sharp, quiet interest, his fingers brushing over the ink as he asks about their meaning. And when he’s feeling particularly possessive? He marks you with slow, deliberate kisses, leaving faint traces of his touch behind.
When he’s feeling possessive, he won’t just admire—he’ll mark. His lips will graze over your collarbone, pressing slow, deliberate kisses, his grip tightening on your waist. He’s not one for open displays of affection, but the moment you’re alone? His hands are on your shoulders, his mouth tracing along your collarbone.
Portgas D. Ace – Your Hips
Ace has a love for your hips, and he’s not shy about it. His hands naturally settle there, whether he’s pulling you closer, steadying you after a stumble, or just holding you while talking. He likes the way they move when you walk—so much so that he often ends up staring without realizing it. He’s the type to hook a finger into the waistband of your pants or skirt, tugging playfully just to see your reaction. If you have dimples on your lower back, he’s obsessed, pressing kisses there whenever he gets the chance. And when you straddle his lap, resting your hands on his shoulders? He swears you’re going to be the death of him.
He loves how easy it is to tease you when he has his hands on your hips. He’ll grip them suddenly, just to see you react, and his grin only widens when you give him a playful shove. And if you’re straddling him, hands braced against his chest? He’s gone. His fingers tighten instinctively, his voice rough as he chuckles, “you make me feel like a dream”
But the real kicker? If you jokingly sway your hips while walking away, knowing he’s watching. He’ll groan dramatically, running a hand down his face, before catching up with you, tossing an arm around your waist. “You can’t just do that and expect me to hold on,” he huffs, but the way his fingers flex against your hip tells you he’s not complaining.
Eustass Kid – Your Thighs
Kid is obsessed with your thighs. He loves the way they feel under his hands, whether they’re soft or toned, and he often absentmindedly grips them when you sit close to him. He’s the type to pull you onto his lap with zero hesitation, his metal hand resting heavily on your thigh like a silent claim. If you wear something that shows them off—shorts, skirts, anything that accentuates their shape—he’s staring. And if you dare to tease him, pressing your legs together in a way that draws his attention? He’ll lean in, voice low and full of challenge, “you wanna play bad bitch role ~ hmm?”
If you wear something that shows them off—shorts, skirts, anything that accentuates their shape—he’s staring. He won’t even try to hide it, his red eyes dark with something dangerous. And if you catch him looking, raising an eyebrow at him in amusement? He just smirks and shrugs, completely unashamed. “Not my fault you look this divine.” But his absolute favorite? When you’re sitting with your legs draped over his lap, and he gets to absentmindedly trace patterns along your skin. His touch is rough yet oddly tender, and if you tease him about it, he just grunts, “Shut the fuck up,” but doesn’t stop. And if you so much as playfully squeeze his waist with your thighs? He growls, his grip tightening as he leans in, voice low and taunting, “they will look perfect spread, don’t you think?”
The fact I understand THESE SONGS to the bottom of my soul and can totally comprehend how each matches them to an uncomfortable degree 😅🫠🫣
Ya get me?
Those tiny twitches of movement get me going and feelin' so gentle 💐⊂(⸝⸝๑ ̫ ๑⸝⸝⸝)づ♡
IM SOO FUCKING IN LOVE W THIS MANN WAAAHH!!!!!