“B-but…aren’t you going to marry me?” Ace asked with a frown, his heart sinking when you tilted your head in confusion before laughing. 

“Ace, don’t be silly!” You grinned, giving him a playful shove. “You know I’m marrying Marco, come on I can’t be late!” Before he could react, you grabbed his wrist and hurried down a corridor that seemed unending. Finally the corridor shifted to reveal a filled room, your hand was no longer in his and you stood with Marco at the altar. 

His stomach lurched and Ace let out a yelp as he landed on the floor of his room, tangled in the bedsheet and head swimming as he tried to let his brain catch up with the fact he was awake and what he’d just witnessed was a horrible dream. Scrambling to his feet, Ace bolted out of the room and hurried to the infirmary, hearing the sound of you coughing when he neared the door. Quietly he entered and walked quietly to your bedside. “Ace? You should be in bed.” You told him weakly. 

“No, I should never have let you talk me into leaving you.” Ace said as he climbed into the bed with you, pulling you close to let you rest against him. His fingers lightly moved over your back, soothing your aching body while also finding your presence soothing him from the nightmare he’d had. “We’re a team right? Through thick and thin…sickness and in health.”

“Aren’t those wedding vows?”

“Are they?” Ace asked innocently but you could hear his heart pick up speed slightly. “Must have been a coincidence…”

SHANKS

Before meeting you, Shanks never saw himself as the settling down type. He was more than content to live his days exploring and enjoying himself with a lover in every island should the mood take him. Then you came along and changed his life in every wonderful way imaginable. You were the adventure he’d been missing and hadn’t even known he was searching for. He couldn’t imagine ever being apart from you. You might have fallen for his charm and flirtatious smile first but he fell for your warmth and beautiful soul so much harder. 

So when he dreamt of himself standing at the front of an altar, he knew you would be the only other possible person his subconscious would conjure to join him. Shanks felt excitement gather in his chest and then in a blink he saw Beckman appear beside him. “This is a big thing, Captain. You sure you can go through with this?” His right-hand man asked with a grin before continuing. “I mean you’ve never preformed a wedding ceremony before, will you be able to handle it?”

Shanks felt his excitement fizzle out and it was quickly replaced with confusion and apprehension. Yes, as Captain he would be the one to marry members of his crew but he couldn’t possibly be the one to get married and preform the ceremony at the same time. It didn’t make sense and as much as he wanted to know, he dreaded what the explanation would be because he already knew it wasn’t going to be something he’d like. “Benn! Shanks!” 

Both heads turned and Shanks’ chest felt like it was going to explode with adoration and pride as he saw you hurry to them. He waited for your hands to reach for him but instead you merely smiled at him and hurried to Beckman’s side, eagerly letting his arms wrap around you and hold you close. “Sorry I’m late but we can start now.” You beamed, your gaze settling on Shanks’ face expectantly. “Whenever you’re ready Captain, I can’t wait to marry this man!”

With a jolt and gasp, Shanks woke to the calm, dark silence using the sound of the gentle waves hitting the side of the Red Force to help calm his breathing. He glanced to down to see you curled up on your side, your back against him and your arms loosely but just as possessively wrapped around his arm. Shanks let out a small huff as he silently laughed at his stupid mind for conjuring such a ridiculous scenario. Rolling onto his side, Shanks pressed a kiss against your temple, stilling when you began to shift. You turned as you began to wake, curling into his chest and let out a sleepy smile when his now freed arm tightened around you, keeping you close. “Everything okay?” You mumbled. 

“Never better.” Shanks affirmed with a smile, pressing another kiss against your cheek. As much as he knew it was a ridiculous dream and that things between you both were beyond amazing, Shanks considered that maybe he was worried in some part that someone may take you from him someday. “Promise me you won’t marry Beck, okay?”

“Why, you wanna marry him?” Even half-asleep you were still able to make a joke and help your lover relax. 

“The only one I want to be committed to is you.”

“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Promise?”

“I do.”

MIHAWK

“Clown, what is the meaning for all of this…fanfare?” Mihawk asked, looking around the extensibly decorated circus tent. Brightly coloured ribbons adorned the ceiling, flowers were displayed in grand, flashy, and quite simply ostentatious arrangements that just screamed ‘Buggy the Clown.’ None of it was to Mihawk’s taste but it was clear the clown was up to something. The figurehead of Cross Guild spun around, dressing in a bright suit and his painted smile, spread wide in triumph. 

“Mihawk! So glad you’ve arrived. We were worried you were going to miss the festivities. They’ll be writing about this in the papers for weeks.” Buggy declared with a laugh, allowing his hands to detach from his arms to gesture widely as confetti seemed to rain down from nowhere. Mihawk’s eye twitched at the useless theatrics, he’d asked a question and wanted an actual answer. Thankfully he didn’t need to repeat himself because Buggy cleared his throat and stepped to the side to show the altar Mihawk could have sworn wasn’t there before. “It’s my wedding obviously.”

A wedding? This was the first Mihawk heard about it. As far as he knew, Buggy hadn’t had a serious relationship in a long time, certainly not serious enough to warrant a wedding. So who was the clown’s secret betrothed? The answer came instantly when he heard footsteps behind him. Mihawk turned and did a double take when he saw it was you. The look in your eyes was filled with so much excitement and joy they practically sparkled. He began to reach out for you but you slipped past him and continued with conviction until you were proudly beside Buggy. Disbelief gripped Mihawk at the scene in front of him. No, this was impossible. Letting his instincts take hold, he reached for Yoru and charged for Buggy. 

“Mihawk, no!” You pleaded, stepping in front and stopping his attack mid-swing with just your voice. “Please it’s my wedding day. Promise there’ll be no fighting. For me okay?” Mihawk snapped awake immediately and let out a sigh of relief to see he was in his own quarters and not a garish decoration in sight. Despite having slept, the nightmare he was forced to endure had left him exhausted. Part of him was reluctant to try and fall back to sleep out of worry of what other hellish thoughts his mind would conjure for him. 

With a sigh he reached out your side of the bed and only now he noticed it was empty. Yet it was still warm, you’d only just risen but it was still late at night. Just as he was about to rise and search for you, the door opened and you silently crept in, pausing to see Mihawk was awake and watching you. Now seeing you had no need to be stealthy you smiled and walked back towards the bed. “I was getting a drink of water. Did I wake you?”

“No, love.” Mihawk answered, holding out his arms to pull you close against him, his eyes closing when your fingers slipped into his hair. “Had an awful dream you married the clown and wouldn’t let me cut him to pieces for it.” 

“How strange…” You mused with a yawn. “Although I’m not opposed to the idea, truth be told.”

“Marrying the clown?” Mihawk leaned back to look at you, unable to hide his disgust as the images from his dream came flooding back. 

“No!” You laughed pressing a kiss against his cheek. “Marrying you. Although people consider us married anyway.” Mihawk chuckled, it was true. Mihawk supposed now that it had been properly brought up, it was worth considering to finally propose. His golden eyes observed you carefully and saw your eyes were growing heavy. That was a conversation best saved for the morning. 

KID

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Kid shouted as he looked at you standing hand in hand with none other than Strawhat Luffy, both of you dressed very clearly for a wedding. At his outburst you both turned to look at him in shared confusion. “Him? You’re seriously going to marry him! He’s a moron!”

“Only sometimes.” You shrugged before smiling dreamily at the Strawhat pirate. “He’s also super strong, and funny, and he’s King of the Pirates now so-”

“What? No he’s not!” Kid argued angrily trying to charge forward but every step he took kept him firmly on the same spot. This wasn’t real, this couldn’t be happening. You were with him! You had no interest in the pipsqueak Captain of the Strawhats like that. You weren’t as shallow to only be with something because of their title, you weren’t like that. You saw the good in people, you’d seen the good in him and you loved him. Of that much Kid was certain of. This just had to be some awful dream. He just needed to wake up and everything would be okay. 

“Kid!” Kid jolted upright with a yell meeting your bewildered gaze. “What is it? You were calling my name over and over. Are you okay?” You hesitated from touching him as out of fear he was still clinging to the nightmare he was waking from, not wanting to overwhelm him but you had to speak to him, to reassure him your were here. You watched as Kid steadied his breathing and reached out towards you with his good arm. Quickly you took his hand into both of yours and guided his fingers to rest against your collarbone so he could feel your steady heartbeat under your skin and feel the rise and fall of your chest, hoping he would copy the steadied breaths and calm. “I’m here, we’re safe in our room. What do you need?”

“Kill Strawhat.” Kid ground out tightly as he calmed, his fingers flexing around yours just a little tighter to ground him in the reality. Finally he let out a long, heavy sigh and shook his head. “Nah, he’s not worth my time. Just need you babe.” You let out a sigh of your own, soft and relieved to hear him speak and inched closer, smiling when his hand moved up to curl behind your neck and thread into your hair, pulling you in for a soft and gentle kiss. Parting he lay his forehead against yours, finding his ability to be vulnerable around you to be proof of the love you both shared.

“Promise me, even if that little runt becomes King of the Pirates and asks you to marry him, you’ll say no.”

“Kid, you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.” You reassured him softly. “Don’t care about titles or any of that stuff but if you want to give me a ring and let me call you husband if it makes you feel better we can do that?”

“Did you just half-ass a proposal to me?” Kid asked with a grin, all worries from his dream vanishing instantly. 

“Not at all, Captain. Was just letting you know you can half-ass propose to me if you want.” With a laugh and a playful shove, Kid considered taking you up on the offer but now he had to wait for a while so that when he did propose, it would seem like it was all his idea.

KATAKURI

Another tea-party, another celebration filled with people and a feast of the finest food imaginable. Katakuri stood firmly in place, watching all of the guests and his family occupy the space, prepared for anything to happen. Like everything else, nothing would escape his sight and nothing would ruin his mother’s carefully planned party, he always made sure of that. Across the large garden he caught sight of the extravagant mountain-sized wedding cake and now he felt confused, he hadn’t known this was a wedding. Curiously he looked around, searching for his siblings to spot who would be the bride or groom. But then that thought went out of his head when he saw you of all people standing at the altar at the top of the cake. 

His heart all but skipped when he saw you but that led him to become even more confused. If you were up there and waiting to get married, why was he all the way down here and standing watch? He was madly in love with you and you loved him, so why were you both apart? Then you turned to face someone who was on top of the cake with you. Katakuri watched in dismay to see his brother Perospero take your hand in his and grin at you. Behind his thick layers of his scarf wound around the lower half of his face, Katakuri’s lips curled in a tight snarl and he gripped his arms tightly to control the mounting anger. Why was this happening?

From behind him he heard his mother’s loud laughter, delighted by the ceremony taking place on the cake she couldn’t wait to devour. Katakuri lowered his gaze and took a deep breath, of course. Big Mom did enjoy arranging marriages for her children and this was clearly one of her arrangements but he couldn’t help but feel the pain of how you’d been taken from him and he couldn’t do anything to intervene. Worse still, you didn’t even look like you wanted him to be in Prosperous place. 

Katakuri woke instantly, his eyes snapping open and his mind clearing just as fast. As though sensing the change in his body, you stirred from your comfortable place on his chest. As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and yawned, Katakuri’s hand fell over your back, making sure to keep you comfortable knowing that your mind was still hazy and body was still heavy as it clung to the need for sleep. If he reassured you all was well quickly, you’d fall back into your own pleasant dreams in no time. “Kata…what’s the matter?” You mumbled, managing to crack your eyes open slightly to look at him. 

“Just a bad dream. I’m fine now.” Katakuri informed you simply, never needing to lie to you. 

“Hm, what kind of dream?” You asked, absently running your fingers over his chest as you listened to his steady heartbeat that always lulled you to sleep.

“Dreamt mother had arranged for you to marry Perospero.” He explained, rubbing your back in response to your soothing touches. “I could only stand by and watch.”

“Sorry you had to dream such a thing but don’t worry that won’t happen.”

“If mother demanded it, I couldn’t fight against her wishes.” Katakuri mumbled, feeling his own mind grow hazy once more as your radiating warmth was coaxing him to sleep. He blinked when you abruptly pushed yourself up to frown at him in the dark. “What?”

“Katakuri…we’re already married.” You reminded him, lifting your hand to show the band of metal on your finger glinting in the moonlight. With a tired, amused huff at your husbands momentary lapse in memory you flopped back down onto your husband’s chest. 

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Zoro’s long cock splits you open almost painfully, the sensation making your eyes roll back in your head as he thrusts in and out of your tight heat. His blunt tip makes contact with your g-spot every time, sending the most delicious shivers down your spine.

“Fuck, you take me so well,” He groans through gritted teeth. “If only you could see the way you suck me in every time, like you need me. Am I making you feel good, pretty girl?”

You can only whine in response as the coil inside of you winds tighter with each frantic slap of his hips against yours.

That isn’t good enough for him. He releases one of his hands from your hips to bring it down in a harsh slap to your ass, making you cry out. His fingers come up to tangle in your hair, dragging your head out of the pillow as he leans down over you to put his face next to yours.

“Answer me. I asked you a question.” His tone is cold, making you whimper.

“I’m sorry daddy! I feel good, I feel so so good! God, I’m so close, please don’t stop!”

His breath catches at the title, and he has to fight to keep from cumming too soon. It sounds so good coming out of your mouth, so right.

“That’s it, cum around my cock. Wanna feel you squeezing me. Let go for me, cum for daddy,” His voice is strained near your ear as he fucks you harder, the force of each thrust enough to send you flying forward if not for the tight hold he has on you.

His words send you over the edge, the rapidly building pleasure in your core finally reaching its peak and sending you over the edge. Your vision goes black as you cry out, waves of pleasure crashing over you, completely overwhelming your senses. You don’t hear his choked groan or feel the pinch of pain as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder to muffle his groan as he spills his hot seed inside of you.

Your body goes limp in his arms as you come down, chest heaving as you catch your breath. You feel him tonguing the mark he left on your shoulder, making you giggle as you turn your head to glance over your shoulder at him.

His eyes twinkle as he meets your gaze, the playfulness reminding you of how he was when your first met him. Your smile widens as he presses a kiss to your cheek before rolling off of you and collapsing onto the bed next to you.

“Didn’t know you had a daddy kink, baby.”

Your cheeks flame and you smack his chest half-heartedly, “Fuck off, you certainly didn’t complain.”

He laughs, the sound like honey in your ears. He captures the hand you hit him with in his own, bringing it to his mouth to kiss the back of your hand. “No, I did not complain at all. Feel free to break that out any time.”

Shanks

His body is slotted between your legs, weight supported on his one elbow as he sets a slow pace, rocking in and out of you as he eases inside.

He’d just finished going down on you, and you still felt lightheaded and sensitive from the orgasm he’d just given you.

You grip his shoulders tightly, breathing shakily as you struggled to take him all. His lips trace a path across your jaw before he nips lightly at your earlobe.

“How you doing, angel?” His voice is even, but you can feel tremors is his shoulders, the only evidence of how hard he’s working to keep himself in check. He’s always so careful of you, very aware of how big he is and ensuring that he gives you ample time to adjust to his size. His consideration warms your heart, but right now you just want him to let go.

You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, forcing him all the way inside you. Matching sighs leave both of your lips at the feeling of finally being joined.

Your hands leave his shoulders, coming up to cup his cheeks and guide his gaze to yours. Heat shoots through you at the fogged over look of pleasure in his eyes.

“I’m good, Shanks. Please, want you to fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, a ragged groan slipping past his lips as he pulls out only to slam back into you.

Your hands fly back to his shoulders, holding on tightly as he continues to pound into you. The drag of his cock against your sensitive walls has you near tears. Your head lolls back as you bask in the pleasure he’s giving you enable to do anything but take it.

He drops his head into the crook of your neck, sucking a mark into the sensitive skin there. You clench around him, making him groan against your neck.

You can feel your orgasm building quickly, your breathing picking up as you tangle a hand in his hair, keeping his face against your neck as he continues to happily suck and bite.

Your pleasure peaks for the second time that night, sending you crashing over the edge. Your back arches as you cry out, walls clamping down on him. He slows his pace, licking and biting up your neck until he meets your lips. His teeth sink into your plush bottom lip, muffling your cries as he works your through your orgasm.

You come down slowly, but Shanks doesn’t stop. Your already sensitive pussy is now overstimulated, every drag of his tip over your g-spot making you twitch. His pelvis grinds against your clit and you cry out.

“It’s too much, daddy, I can’t,” You almost sob, clawing weakly at his shoulders.

“Fuck, baby, just a bit more,” He chokes out, rocking harder into you. “You can take it, I know you can. You wanna make daddy feel good, don’t you?” You whimper but nod frantically. He groans slamming his lips against yours in a bruising kiss as he slams his hips into yours twice more before pressing them flush against yours and grinding into you. You can feel him twitching inside of you as he cums, the warmth making you shiver and moan.

He collapses on top of you, his weight against your chest making it harder for you to breathe but you don’t complain. You savor the closeness as you trace your fingers over the muscles of his shoulders and back, waiting for him to settle down from his high.

Slowly, he pushes himself up and eases himself out of you. He rolls off of you but drags you with him, crushing you into his chest as he catches his breath. You grin, willingly rolling with him and settling your head on his chest and listening to the beat of his heart.

“I like that name, angel.”

“Hm?” You peel your head off of his chest, resting your chin in your hand as you look up at him.

“Daddy,” He smirks. “I like it.”

You groan, dropping your head back down to his chest in an effort to hide your blush. “Shut up.”

Smoker

Your little whimpers echo around the room as you grind against his clothed thigh. He leans back in his chair, one hand resting on your naked hip to guide your movements and the other holding a lit cigar.

“Please,” You whine, screwing your eyes shut.

“Please what, doll? You need to tell me what you want, I’m not a mind reader,” He smirks at your needy expression. Your cheeks are flushed and your chest heaves as you continue humping his thigh. He rakes his gaze over your bare form, enjoying the sight.

“I need more, I can’t get off like this,” You pout, peeling your eyes open to glare at him.

His hand leaves your hip, coming up to grip your cheeks, squeezing them together as he pulls your face close to his. His eyes are dark with warning as he studies your expression.

“This is all you get. This is all you deserve. Do you really think sluts like you deserve anything more? You’re lucky I’m letting you hump my leg like a desperate whore. Do you really think you’re in any position to bargain?”

You whimper and shake your head, the movement restricted from the tight grip he still has on your face. He lets go of your face and brings the hand back to your hip, guiding you to start moving again.

The friction of his dress pants against your swollen clit makes you whine, your fingers clutching the lapels of his Marine jacket as you grind your hips, desperate to get off.

“I’m sorry daddy, I’m sorry. You’re right, thank you for letting me use your leg,” You pant, picking up speed as you feel the coil in your abdomen wind tighter.

He can’t help the groan that escapes him at the name. Fuck, he likes the sound of that coming out of your pretty lips. He doesn’t comment on it, not wanting to distract you from the task at hand. In his heart, he knows he’ll do whatever necessary to have you calling him that again.

He’s sitting on the chair behind his desk in his office, and the sound of voices passing by his office door makes you aware of how risky this is. You’re not even sure if he locked the door when you came in. What if someone catches you?

The thought makes you clench around nothing, leaking arousal onto his white pants. Your movements are smoother the wetter you get, and you quickly feel your arousal growing.

“’M so close, daddy. Please can I cum? I’ve been a good girl, please let me cum daddy,” Your words are a slurred jumble as you teeter on the brink of your high, waiting for his permission.

“Go ahead, doll. Cum all over my thigh like the messy slut you are.”

You bite your lip hard to muffle your cry as you cum, your arousal gushing out of you as you continue rocking against his thigh legs twitching as you work through your orgasm.

Smoker sets his cigar down, bringing that hand down to your hip to join the other. He helps you through your orgasm, thigh tense as he feels your heat throb against him.

Your eyes are half lidded as you blink up at him, dopey from your high. He uses the hands on your hips to pick you up and set you down on the edge of his desk. He drops to his knees in front of you, pressing featherlight kisses to your inner thighs.

“You did well, doll. Let daddy reward you.”