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What do op men's hands are like part 1

Red haired Shanks

Shank's hands aren't the softest or the smoothest. He is a swordsman, a pirate, and a sailor, so his hands are dry as fuck. His skin will scratch at your skin when he runs them over your skin.

He has a habit of running his fingers through his hair, which is usually a little on the greasy side. Unfortunately it's pretty much the closest thing to moisturizing them that he gets. It also usually makes his hangnails significantly worst. Which he ends up biting them off when they start to bother him, or when he's bored, or he's finished biting his nails.

And yes, he does bite his nails. Shanks has always chewed his nails down to the nail bed ever since he was a child. Both Benn and Rayleigh have tried and failed multiple times to get him to stop.

You might think that all of this makes Shanks's hands very unpleasant to the touch. And as long as he's not giving you a massage for a prolonged period of time without using oil or lotion, it is very pleasant.

Law

Law is a surgeon, so he's very careful with his hands. He uses lotions and goes as far as as to oil his cuticles and around his fingers. However, he is still a swordsman, so he has calluses on the pads of his hands. Law usually keeps his nails short, but not down to the nail bed. He lets there be like an eighth of an inch to his nails.

Law's hands are unfortunately kind of clammy most of the time. It's something he'll be self-conscious about early on in your relationship. But as it progresses he'll sink into being comfortable running his hands along your body, he'll still wipe his hands off before doing so.

Law has a habit of twiddling thumbs when he's deep in thought. It isn't uncommon to find him hunched over in the polar tang and resting his elbows on his knees with his hands clutched together and his thumbs rubbing together against his pursed lips as he's deep in thought. You don't understand how he can have his hands so close to his face, especially considering that his hands reek of disinfectant.

Mihawk

Mihawk is a world-class swordsman, a solo sailor, and he farms his own food. So his hands are so callused that they're smooth. His skin isn't dry, he regularly rubs various oils and moisturizers into his hand. Granted it's usually the stuff he uses for his face, but it works.

Mihawk's hands are amazing to hold, they're the perfect temperature. They're warm during the winter and cool during the summer. He's aware that you will often hold his hand as an excuse to warm up or cool down your own hands. So when the two of you are out in the elements for prolonged periods of time, he'll cup your cheeks, so you can take advantage of his own body temperature. Mihawk likes to give you sweet little kisses on your forehead when he does this.

He doesn't bother trimming his nails, they usually wear down as he goes about his life. They're usually short, but long enough that dirt gets under them quite often, but he's meticulous about cleaning them one's he's finished doing the dirty work. Mihawk will sometimes use them to scratch along your head, neck and spine, when the two of you are snuggle up together at bedtime.

It's practically a part of both of your nighttime routines. He'll come inside after the sun set, for either training, farming, or fixing up the castle. He'll take off his work boots before coming into the house, he'll go take a shower, while you cook dinner. After you'll eat alone together, unless Zorro and Perona are home. Then the two of you lounge around in the same room, doing different activities, just sharing space and enjoying the tranquility. Then he'll get settled down in bed as you shower, and once you're done, and dressed he'll pull you into bed. As you rest your head against his chest, you drift off into a peaceful sleep as his nails rhythmically scratch from your head, down to your tail bone and back while you listen to his heart beat.

Katakuri

Despite the fact Katakuri is an amazing fighter, he spends most of his days doing paper work and wearing gloves. He is also a mochi man, so his hands are smooth, soft, cool, and they smell nice, except his knuckles are rough from punching. And because of his devil fruit, he doesn't need to use any moisturizer, and he doesn't get permanent wrinkles either.

Katakuri also keeps his nails short, but he doesn't use clippers, he just peels them off t the margins. Which is why he wears the gloves, to try and stop him from wrecking his nails. But the moment the gloves come off he's breaking them and pulling them off. So the edge of his nails are kind of uneven, and wildly jagged.

The temperature of his hands depends on the temperature of his environment. They get warm and sticky when it's warm out, and cold and stiff when it's cold, another reason he wears the gloves. Katakuri will put his hands on you to annoy you when they get bad, but only when you're. His hands are still soft, and cushy, so when his hand engulfs yours, and he kisses your knuckles during sweet moments together, it's always very tender for the both of you.

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i have a lot of feelings about zoro :( warnings: oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, creampie

it’s one of those nights for zoro where the quiet, still air of the night climbs into his chest to take refuge. the silence fills his lungs till they ache but he almost prefers it to how empty he feels without it. he used to grit his teeth and bear the pain and the echoing whispers of not being strong enough, good enough, not enough but he doesn’t have to anymore. not when he has you.

he doesn’t understand how you always have a bright smile at the ready for a husk of a man like him but he basks in the warmth regardless. it makes him want to tell you about the cold and the silence, about all the jagged, clumsy words that slice his throat when he tries to force them out and how he can never say what he truly means.

he wants to tell you so many things.

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When you kiss them in places they don't expect

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Crocodile

The man is private for goodness sake. Why would you kiss him in public unless it's warranted? Because you damn well love him too fucking much that's why. How can you not want to kiss him when he looks so beautiful to you? If you could you would compose poems, carve his face into marbles, paint him in likeness even when no one else will buy or care about them and because you couldn't care less. You love him after all. Even if he has his own rules of what to and not to do in public or in certain spaces, you'd happily follow them regardless. Anything as long as you could stay next to him after all. Anything in the four seas if it means staying in a relationship with him.

But, there are times where you bite your lip and have to stop from actually drowning the poor man in kisses. This is one of them, where he's walking with you and he's kneeling down letting a tiny puppy lick his fingers as he scratches it's belly. Seas, you shouldn't. You shouldn't. Don't focus on how cute he looks, don't focus on how adorable this is, don't-

"Aren't you a cute thing?" He coos and fuck it.

When he looks at you, you press a kiss to his lips. Out in public. Hands cupping his face. He pauses, then raises an eyebrow at you, a slight frown on his face. The crowd which was slowly forming is now filled with 'aww's and 'that's so cute!'

You huff, leaving his face. "Don't blame me here, you usually aren't like this." There's a grin on your face you can't seem to remove though.

He rolls his eyes, and then comes to his full height as the owner of the puppy -a young child- comes for it, picking it up and looks at him, thanking him for finding it. Giving a vague, single nod he whisks you two away in a cloud of sand, reforming at the doors of Rain Dinners.

"Brat. Think before doing that again." He ruffles your hair. You grin. Looks like he didn't mind so much, maybe you could do it again....

Corazon.

To be clear, you don't know much about the man more than he lets you know. You know him as 'Corazon, Younger brother of the Warlord Doflamingo' but tonight when you two met in the same inn, he sat on the edge of the too-small bed, spreading his legs and letting you stand in between them, close to him as he rests his hands on your hips. He writes to you that he has a secret, you loop your arms around his neck and let one hand play with one of the tails of his hat. You're reassuring him both in speech and body language that you'll listen and you'll keep it to yourself. His amber eyes search yours for a moment more, before leaving one side of your hips to snap his fingers, saying, saying, "Silent."

The noises around you quieten. You don't hear the vendors downstairs bark their wares, you don't hear the chatter and sound of the inn below you two. You don't hear the slight moans of the couple opposite to your room. But you do hear him speak. "My name is Donquixote Rosinanate, Marine Commander code 01746 on a mission from Fleet Admiral Sengoku to stop operations of Warlord and pirate Donquixote Doflamingo."

Your jaw drops, and you stare at him in surprise as he holds your hips again, telling you the story of how he came to be in this wretched situation. Of how his heart holds so much rage and hatred, of his worry and sadness. He tells you in that low, melodious voice of his and you just stand there starstruck as you picture the unwoven scroll of the man you love's past as he tells you. As soon as he's done, he has a mixed picture on his face, of weariness, and exhaustion. So of course you pull his head to your chest, to your heart, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"You brave, wonderful man" You mumble. Your heart is breaking and mending itself, newfound love, appreciation ,and fear now entering with the new information he gave you. "You strong, handsome, perfect man"

He freezes, but soon comes to hold you tighter against him, tension seeping out of his body, as he listens to you. One or your hands goes up his hat, fingers tangling within the strands as you hold him tighter. "Loverboy, look at me please"

When his eyes meet yours you smile, pressing a kiss to his nose. "I'm so proud of you." You whisper, watching his eyes grow wide, a goofy smile blooming on his own.

That night, you two don't do much. You talk some more, and fall asleep, his much larger frame curled around yours, your hands holding his head close, tucked under your chin, face buried in his hair.

Sanji.

It's late, and you wake up with your hair mussed, with the sad, miserable feeling that it's too cold and where the Hell is your warm, snuggly lover coupled with a scowl on your face. So you stumble to the one place he's most likely to be. The kitchen. There have been times when you've genuinely been looking for him because you thought he was not in the kitchen only to find out that he is, in fact in the kitchen, he was just looking for something in the lower cupboards and couldn't hear you. Hell, you've chided him a few times for working in the kitchen even after a big fight, so it's safe to assume that really, the blonde would be in the kitchen. You once sat and watched him, wondering that if it was legitimate, would he be this planet's greatest cook in the world, would be allowed to show at competitions? Would he be sought after then? But oh well.

When you finally get to the kitchen, you see him, baking. Uh oh. Now see, baking at night isn't the issue here. You've helped him make croissants and all sorts of stuff in the dead of night. The real issue is that he's doing it alone, at.....you spare a glance at the clock, 4:45 AM. By the four seas......so yes it's an issue. So yes, it's bad, when it isn't baking before he went to sleep. It's bad when he went to sleep in your bed, all snuggly and warm, and woke up in the ass crack of dawn to bake. Hell, it's even worse than in the ashtray next to the knives, it's filled. That means it was something he was terrified of, or something that came to him and he couldn't shrug off.

You run a hand through your hair and enter. Neither of you says anything just yet, and you take your time settling comfortably into the chairs in front of the counter, hand supporting you head as you watch him do his stuff. Your eyes fall onto his frame where you can see some tension in his movements, a slight jitter to the usual grace which he does his job in. Your eyes move to the tiny snail in the corner which plays music. You switch it on, and watch as the music ebbs and flows. And with it, so does the tension, the stress emanating in the gallery.

Some time later which could have been hours, or even minutes later you get up and come behind him, looping your arms around his hips from behind. "How're you feeling, sunflower?" You murmur.

He pauses in his work, most of them done anyway, and takes a drag from his cigarette, blowing out smoke. ".....Better"

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really"

"Okay. Wanna take a break?"

"....Fine. Let me just pop them into the oven"

30 minutes later, Robin walks in as per her usual timing to see him, head pillowed on your lap snoring softly, one of your hands in his hair, and the other holding one of his to your mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm. You smile slightly at her arrival and point at the oven. "Could you take them out? Blondie here wanted me to wake him up when they were done but...."

She chuckles, nodding. "I'll handle it. Want some tea?"

"That sounds lovely"

Shanks.

Shanks was open about a lot of things. Laughing, being an oaf, and acting like a goofball, many things. Another thing he was very open about was his relationship with you and the affection he showered on you just so. He would give kisses, hugs, and even random spanks on your ass when he could. He would laugh if you threw a fit but you couldn't help but also want to trip him up just so. Just once.

Your chance finally came when he got injured in battle, causing Hongo to order bed rest and STRICTLY bed rest "No leaving the bed for at least a WEEK, captain. That's an order"

"What? Nooo, I can't!" Whined your boyfriend

Hongo sighed, looking like he was ready to strangle the man based on what shenanigans he would probably start to pull to get out of bed. "Captain, please. Just a week. 5 days is all I'm asking here."

"3!"

"5"

"4!"

"5. No more, no less"

The redhead huffed, turning over in bed "Awful doctor, no man should ever treat his captain this way"

Hongo now looked at you, looking three seconds from yanking his hair out and with desperation. You sighed, sitting on the bed next to him and trying to reassure him.

"Come on, Shanks. Listen to the poor guy. I'll be here helping when I can anyway."

He shifted. Gave you a look. This dumbass.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Shanks, I swear to-"

And that was that. You'd help him when you could, not that you minded. However, when he tried to do anything with you, kissing, hugging, you'd pull away, a grin on your face. In fact, you'd end up giving him kisses where he didn't expect it. Is he leaning in for a kiss on the lips? You kiss the bridge of his nose. He wants to hug you? Lean away and a pat on the head. He tries to kiss your cheek? You move and kiss his ear. It drove him nuts.

"Aw c'mon, not again! What did I do to deserve this!" He complained after you had successfully dodged his attempt to kiss you on your lips. Only to be thwarted when you kissed his jaw instead.

"This is payback baby." You grin, sly and fun.

Then it clicks and he laughs that full, happy, lively laugh of his.

"Awright. But as soon as I'm rested up and good to go...." His eyes gleam with a spark of mischievousness. "You're gonna get it, babe"

True to his word, as soon as Hongo says the word "okay", Shanks leaps out of bed and starts running. You were in the fields of the island, looking around and wandering. You flinch as you feel a familiar presence behind, and you've barely turned your back to see who it is, before he crashes into you, scooping you up and lifting you in his arms.

"Caught you!" He yells with glee and all you can do is laugh and squeal with joy, before curling into him and kissing him on the lips.

“Yeah, and I get it. I  already have like 10 kids with me at my base at the current moment and they are all on my nerves.” said Yami as he rubbed his eyes. 

“Aren’t they all like… at least in their twenties?” asked Julius. 

“They are my kids god damn it.” said Yami as he would murder people for every single one of them.

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